Agely Wisdom

Born 1929, a fragile Punjabi lady walked into my clinic. She needed dental extraction.
Her name is A. Kaur, but with much effort and hand control, she signed her consent as a wriggly KUAR…
“Tuan, sila buat perlahan-lahan. Kasih ubat tak sakit masa cucuk.”
She wanted the topical analgesics prior to administering injections. Normally, only kids get it.
“Saya punya hidup manyak susah. Saya cucu meninggal dunia bulan 3. Accident. Saya manyak susah hati…”
And she started to cry. I placed the syringe down, as if trying not to add more hurts to her body than what she is already facing. While she was sobbing away, I looked at her white hair, her frail body trembling with her sobs, her wrinkled skin of past beauty.

I told her that if she wants, we can do the extraction another day. She declined the delay.
My eyes are the only visible feature as most of my face was hidden behind the mask, and my eyes, they are known to be more comical than compassionate. So…
“Itu cucu saya manyak sayang punya…”
Then while lamenting, she reminded me something that was known but forgotten.“Ini barang kalau sudah hilang, tak boleh cari balik. Duit hilang boleh cari balik. Tapi ini orang kalau hilang… tarak sudah…”

First ORIF

Wohoo !
Today I did my first supervised ORIF under GA. From the incision til the closing.

The details are boring but like every firsts, it’s worth noting.

# right parasymphysis, minimally displaced.
45 mins.

Formula 1

When I saw the dreaded mail all the way from UK, I nonchalantly let it slipped through my fingers and dropped to the floor.
“Bah… I’ve already known it.”

Anyways, one hour later I ripped open the envelope.

See how it goes… perhaps I’ll try again.