Grayish background decorated the usual baby blue sky that i've seen daily, accompanied by the symphony of thunder and the wheezing of wind. Dark, black, massive cloud, sign of Stratocumulus is incoming. at this time, everyone's pace seem to appear faster than usual, marching impatiently towards all the entrances of the hospital. "Cepatlah, adik" shouted by the worried mother. in her hands, holding side by side, there were a bag and some water bottles in a basket. from the observant point of view, someone has been sick and brought to the ward. she is just non other than a typical visitor to the sick.
in the ward, the crying pitch of the unwell toddlers has broken the silence.....
i saw worried faces, anxiety parents, exhausted mothers, busy doctors, caring nurses were scattered all over the space. voice of comforting and support has been filled up the entire room. i was there, staring towards the crowd and search for calmness. rarely, it can be found! added with the routine morning prayer. and it was melancholic. i was thinking. as the pitch moved to a higher frequency, the cleaner was shaking her head to show the helpless circumstances, they just could share the feelings of the patient but not to their pain. She walked off and continue her duty.
the world can come out 10 points, how a doctor can be a good spouse or draft another 10 points to mock the doctors. this is the realistic world as we are living within, as student, we were already trained how to deliver a bad news, no matter what is the degree of the worst, it has to been passed on. unnecessary tears and touch is avoided, because it has to keep a certain gap from a doctor and the family member. i don't know about the others, but i choose not to show over sympathy or attention to a particular patient because of what they are going through but rather looking for other way to pinch in. this does not make a person being cold, or mean but another sadness or grief has serve no objective towards the sick.
what we are doing now is a way of learning, and behind those sympathetic tears, it has its own story to tell. we learned the way our lecturers had taught us, and we hope that we learned it well, and some day we can stand alone and perform well in the field. but, what should we bear in mind is, besides the lecturing and classes taken, patient is the one who taught us the most. without them we were just a bunch of human poking each other to draw some blood, scanning each other as if we have tumour and taking history from one another as if we are the story teller. to whom we actually appreciate the most is our patients. Maybe we don't see them after they got discharged, but during the staying, they are part of us. we hope they can get well and leave the ward. we share their story in the cafeteria, we laugh at them because they are naive, we feel sympathy when they become more sick, and finally we come to a point of realization that, what ever we do daily in our life is and for the patients. we are bonded with them since the first day we step into the clinical posting.
we are the students who were wandering in the wards everyday and presented as fools in front of our lecturers because, we are dumb in our way. i really hope that, 3 years from now, as all of us graduated and posted all around the country or world, and all the scoldings we had taken and the tears we had shed, is a way to mold us and make us be prepared and enable us to face the world in real.
in the ward, the crying pitch of the unwell toddlers has broken the silence.....
i saw worried faces, anxiety parents, exhausted mothers, busy doctors, caring nurses were scattered all over the space. voice of comforting and support has been filled up the entire room. i was there, staring towards the crowd and search for calmness. rarely, it can be found! added with the routine morning prayer. and it was melancholic. i was thinking. as the pitch moved to a higher frequency, the cleaner was shaking her head to show the helpless circumstances, they just could share the feelings of the patient but not to their pain. She walked off and continue her duty.
the world can come out 10 points, how a doctor can be a good spouse or draft another 10 points to mock the doctors. this is the realistic world as we are living within, as student, we were already trained how to deliver a bad news, no matter what is the degree of the worst, it has to been passed on. unnecessary tears and touch is avoided, because it has to keep a certain gap from a doctor and the family member. i don't know about the others, but i choose not to show over sympathy or attention to a particular patient because of what they are going through but rather looking for other way to pinch in. this does not make a person being cold, or mean but another sadness or grief has serve no objective towards the sick.
what we are doing now is a way of learning, and behind those sympathetic tears, it has its own story to tell. we learned the way our lecturers had taught us, and we hope that we learned it well, and some day we can stand alone and perform well in the field. but, what should we bear in mind is, besides the lecturing and classes taken, patient is the one who taught us the most. without them we were just a bunch of human poking each other to draw some blood, scanning each other as if we have tumour and taking history from one another as if we are the story teller. to whom we actually appreciate the most is our patients. Maybe we don't see them after they got discharged, but during the staying, they are part of us. we hope they can get well and leave the ward. we share their story in the cafeteria, we laugh at them because they are naive, we feel sympathy when they become more sick, and finally we come to a point of realization that, what ever we do daily in our life is and for the patients. we are bonded with them since the first day we step into the clinical posting.
we are the students who were wandering in the wards everyday and presented as fools in front of our lecturers because, we are dumb in our way. i really hope that, 3 years from now, as all of us graduated and posted all around the country or world, and all the scoldings we had taken and the tears we had shed, is a way to mold us and make us be prepared and enable us to face the world in real.
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