Fear is the only thing that will deter people from stupidity. Hit your children more often. -HypoG

OBGYN, trololol.

Sunday, March 11th, 2012

So I’ve been in the OBGYN department for 3 weeks now, and boy has it been a journey. To be honest, the picture above pretty much sums up the department for me, and I’ll leave it to you to decipher.

Going into the department, I had mixed feelings on how things would be, so I went in with an open mind. Prior to going, I’ve heard tonnes from all the kids who were already in, and those who have completed the posting from various hospitals. Everyone had their own version, and it did nothing but cause anxiety, but luckily I had beer to quash that down.

The department had a mandatory tagging of 2 weeks, with a tag log to complete of various tasks. Decided to try my luck to off tag early after I completed my tag log, gave my assessment, and when I tried to show my tag log, I realized I lost it. EPIC. Luckily my mentor had seen the tag log prior to this and knew to an extent it was almost filled up. So I was tagging slightly over a week, I went off tag without knowing anything.

My off tag assessment wasn’t too bad. Basically about the progress of labour, the management of PIH, Eclampsia, GDM, Secondary Arrest, CTG interpretations, and parthograms. She asked me the dosage of Magnesium Sulphate, to which I proudly gave the Medical dose, and got laughed at. I had some issues with the doses they used, as in I wasn’t too familiar with them yet, such as Hydralazine and Labetolol at that point.

One of the more essential part of Obstetrics is the Vaginal Examination. It is a completely subjective thing, but it is pretty essential to identify the progress of labour (or the lack thereof).

The first few times I was trying it, I had no clue how to collaborate my findings. It was ridiculous. I’d attempt it, and declare, the os is fully open, the patient is bearing down, the staff nurse would have a go and declare, “Trololol, the OS is closed”

The first week at it, it was absolutely difficult, trying to visualize that which you are feeling. My friends, whilst genuine in their attempts, had the hardest time explaining the proper method. Anyways, I don’t blame them, cause today my VE are pretty decent, and I squeal a little on the inside when the Nurses findings are the same as mine. However, if you ask me to describe it to someone else, who is learning, I think I’d have the same difficulty explaining it because honestly it is just something that comes to you automatically after practice.

These days, I’m comfortable with my own findings without having a nurse validate them first, which to the excitement of nurses everywhere, allows them to release a sigh of relief. However, needed a Chaperone for everything is starting to tick me off. It’s not that the nurses aren’t helpful, it’s just, they are already busy with their own work, and my having to pull them off their work so they can just stand there whilst I perform an examination is just cruel.

One quick observation that I have made in OBGYN is that the nurses are really good. Anyone who starts as a first posting in OBGYN and goes to another posting, expecting to get the same level of competence, assistance, and teamwork they got from their OBGYN nursing staff is going to be sorely taught a lesson! However, I do wish they would stop writing my name on the BHT for everything. Here’s how their average reports look like.

New case admitted into ward at 1300H. Patient accompanied by husband and family. ETC ETC ETC ETC ETC. Full clerking by DR. Karthik rqd – DR. Karthik noted.”

Anyways, I’m enjoying my OBGYN posting tremendously, and surprisingly, it is more fun than I had initially expected. I’m currently posted in the Obstetrics ward, but I am just waiting for my turn for the Labour Room and the OT. Why? Because the Labour room is where right after you bring the miracle of life into the world, you get to suture and repair the damage it has caused! The OT, well the OT is self-explanatory!

The most fun I had during tagging was when I was assisting the C-sections. When it was time to close, I decided to try my luck if the surgeon would teach me how to close. Surprisingly, he let me and as insignificant as it was to others, it felt like a stepping stone to me. Of course my sutures weren’t perfect, and my fisherman knot was laughable, but practice makes perfect, and I’m getting there bitches. It is my deepest hope that by the time I am done with O&G, I would have performed a ceaser, skin to skin. However, I’m not going to jump the gun, I’m going to learn closing the various layers before I even try to lead one. On top of that, I first need to learn it properly before I can convince my myself, let alone my MO’s to give me a shot.

Hell, if my homies in Sarawak are doing it, there’s no reason why I can’t.


Cheers bitches.

My Fun Short Stint In Medical

Friday, February 17th, 2012


Warning: Super Long Entry for Nobody to Read!

After four months of truckin’ in Medical, it came to a conclusion, and if there’s only one word I can use to describe it, it’s fun.

Medical, as a first poster, can be extremely difficult, and it can be excruciating if you go through it in a hostile environment. Of course, the hospital in which you work would play a pretty significant role in what kind of challenges you will face, but at the end of the day, if you have an easy path on the way up, it’s gonna be extremely easy to trip all the way down, as you trudge on without any care.

I can still remember my first day in the ward, it was an absolute disaster. I felt like a fish out of water, like I was completely out of my element. I didn’t know what was going on, and I felt like everyone was moving on such a fast pace leaving me behind. If I was to be all dramatic and use words a prolific author might use, “I am suffocated and lost when I have not the bright feeling of progression.”

The first week is absolutely brutal, because, as you run around as a headless chicken, you spend all your time trying to learn everything, as you will soon come to realize, you know nothing. You will at times feel that you’d just like to quit your job, and you’re done with this shit, and that my friends, is an absolute indication that you’re doing your job correctly.

As a first poster in medical, you’re to tag for two weeks, with a possibility of tagging extension. You’re given a tagging log which you’re supposed to fill up and complete within the two weeks. You will soon find out that you won’t have the time to even fill it up and will even forget about its existence.

As someone who spent 99.95% of his free time gaming, I must say I have absolutely no regret. It appears, even if you had spent 99.99% of your time studying, when you start here, you’re gonna be on even footing, no matter how good you think you are. So if you’re feeling holier than thou than all those chumps you see gaming all day, and wasting their time, take another good look at all those faces. This is gonna be the faces of the people who are going to be better than you. Unfair? Blame God.

Anyways, lets stop digressing and get to the crux of the matter. I know (inevitably so) many of you are feeling depressed and worried about how Eastern European graduates are being looked down upon. Just relax and take a chill pill. It just so happens that a very few rotten apples make it look bad for everybody, and with the advent of social networks and social media, these isolated incidents are published far and wide making it look like a common occurrence.

Let me put it to the rest, It doesn’t matter where you graduate from, it only matters if you keep harping on it. In HTAR, the Dengue wards, and MOPD is practically run by a Ukraine Graduate M.O. I’ve seen SPECIALISTS present cases to him to ask for his management opinion. When he is on off, another Ukraine Graduate M.O. runs the MOPD. Once, when both of them were on off, the MOPD was a mess, and when the usual 200 patients are seen by 12 p.m. went well into the afternoon.

Back to my first day, I knew that I knew shit, I knew that I’m doomed, but I knew one thing for sure, the same shit my mom told me before starting med school, “Any idiot can become a doctor.” So it hit me, hey, you’re an idiot, you can do this too.

On my very first day, I went through most of the tickets in the ward, to find out what were the common cases we were treating. Uncontrolled HPT, Uncontrolled DM, ACS, URTI, AEBA, AECOAD, ACUTE ON CKD, ARF, and the such. I went through the management of all these cases, and compared it to the Sarawak handbook, I wrote down my findings in a small pocket note book.


Blood Transfusion for patient –Unknown!

Then, I started clerking cases, and since I am Jonah, getting new admissions is not a problem, at all. During my first few clerking attempts, it was really horrible, and I was not systematic. I was all over the place, it was a complete mess.  Naturally, the MO reviewing the case gets so pissed, and says, “The fuck is this shit”. Afterwards, I note all my mistakes, and try to understand what is expected and develop from there. Initially, considering the bad clerking, the MO will tell me to write a new entry and will dictate his findings and management.

Having learnt this, I will learn the proper management, and the reason why it is managed as such. I continued clerking as many cases as I could and continued presenting, and now the response is a bit better. Now they are fine with my clerking, and are okay with the management, but feel that it needs a bit more optimization, and they add/omit/modify whatever I’ve started.

Continuing this path, I learnt what and how I could expect a drug to react. This eventually led to me experimenting with my own management style. Of course some were utter rubbish, but others were interesting to note, that they worked. To quote you an example, patient already on amlodipine 10mg OD, defaults for 1 month, comes back with bp skyrocketed at 180/100. Common sense dictates, using the long acting amlo is not sufficient, and furthermore, just using one antihypertensive won’t be enough either. So here I have literally a shitload of drugs I can add, but what to choose? Begin the experiment with alpha channel blockers, beta-blockers, ace-inhibitors and see what works best. Of course every patient is a subjective individual, but for the most part, everyone unless contraindicated respond as expected.

Finally, by the time I got off tag, reviews were now smoother, with most MO’s simply saying, ok just write Seen By me. Usually meaning they completely agree with your management, and may choose to add/omit some, or usually nothing. Boy does that do wonders for your confidence. It even got to the stage where I played with my own Insulin Sliding Scale, and conjure one from memory Smile. Of course now a new specialist has tried to standardize the sliding scale, by distributing a more systematic one for the ward, but sometimes, its easier to just write down your own sliding scale than to look for the ward specialists version.


The next big thing is procedures, and this was a big thing for me. I’m not into the whole reading and gaining knowledge nonsense. I’m hands on, and doing procedures was awesome, and as someone interested in surgery, it felt like the training I needed prior to getting to the good stuff. Personally, I only wrote down procedures I performed myself, assisted, or observed into the log book. This proved to  be good, cause I could gauge which procedures I needed more exposure into and which I was confident enough to do whilst listening to music (true story bro).

As a first poster, you will come quick to notice that MO’s will not trust you to do any procedures, and rightly so. Mainly because, if you screw up, and if something goes terribly wrong, the patient is going to be affected, and in the worse case scenario, might perish! The key here is persistence and confidence but don’t be overconfident!

On my fourth day of tagging, there was an abdominal tap being done. Me, being naïve and shit thought, hey, a rare procedure (needless to say, you’ll be seeing at least 3 patients that need a tap every day in the ward) and quickly went to observe. I observed the procedure, and was keen to do the next available one. Surely enough, by the time I was done in medical, I had two pages of abdominal taps performed, so much so till the gastro MO noted, You must be hating me since I’ve ordered most of these taps. I smiled and told her, I enjoy doing procedures boss, any other taps to do? Smile.

Anyways, taps are pretty minor thing, there are other procedures that carry a higher risk.


I observed two stab peritoneal dialysis and found the procedure interesting, and challenging. I decided I was confident enough to try it. Surely enough when there was one PD available, I asked the MO if I could do it. After going through the usual, WHAT YOU’RE A FIRST POSTER, NO WAY BRO thing, and after a bit of convincing (basically she asked me what is the procedure and I verbally told her what I planned to do) she agreed and warned me saying, if you cause peritonitis, you’re gonna die Smile with tongue out

Just a bit of confidence, and knowing my limitations told her please supervise me, and I went towards it. She corrected my techniques here and there and I successfully did my first PD. The feeling was mixed. I was excited that I have completed this complicated (sure felt like it at that time) and delicate (lol, it’s called stab PD, how delicate?) successfully but at the same time, the patient that needed it was a 20 year old young man with ESRF. Eventually it got to the point of having done quite a few PD’s, a few without supervision, but each as exciting as the first one. My thinking on the matter is simple, if I don’t do this shit now, and learn it well, when I am an MO, how the fuck am I to do this shit?


My most cherished moments in medical was doing procedures, it was honestly the most exciting part. However, the best part of medical was the process of learning. I had amazing MO’s who taught me well and MO’s who taught me how not to be an MO. I had specialists who conducted teaching during their rounds and specialists who did tornado rounds, where there were little to no learning. Of course I understand why specialists rush through their rounds, they have so many patients to cover, but it honestly is up to you to figure out why they did what they did. If you really can’t figure it out, just ask a senior HO or the MO, who more often than not, will be happy to help.


With Medical done, especially in HTAR, where everybody knows how it is, I’m happy for everything attained, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Now to head into the the world of O&G. Wasn’t exactly my most favourite subject in Med School, but lets just call it a necessary evil. Abilash and Shorty were both in this department in their first posting. Abilash made the department sound really tough, but he’s been known to exaggerate. Shorty, who is in Kelantan, is understandably having a difficult time there, because, as I have come to understand it, people in Kelantan reproduce like rabbits.




Wish me luck bitches!


P.S. Before I end this terribly long article, let me just leave a video behind for you. This video was played during my last day in medical, during a Palliative Care CME. It has had the most profound effect on me, a heartless bastard, perhaps it will do you some good?

Profound And Shit

P.P.S. Yes, I know, this is the same HypoG that bunked so many classes and lectures during med school attends CME’S and shit. There is no hope in this world anymore.