14 September 2015


السلام عليكم
Our muscle is made for movements. If we don't move for a period if time, the muscle will be wasted and  atrophied.
It was our third week of class and we are now divided into respective clinical postings. There are 4 postings, namely Surgery, Internal Medicine, Obstetrics & Gynaecology and  Paediatrics. I got Paeds for my first posting. I didn't saw it coming. I was aiming for IM first as I would like to start difficult as IM is know to be one of the hardest posting. 

I have no idea how to inspect children. And they different anatomy and physiology, and the fact that they can't really express their thoughts were just so intimidating for me.

Paeds' first week of posting was more on more lectures and tutorials compare to other posting which had started their ward rounds and seeing patients. 

Honestly, my first day of posting was a bit 'hambar' to compare to my friends. They would excitedly tell us our day when we would just smile and say, "Kitorang ada intro class je hari ni". And this persist for the whole week.

By the second day, I was so lost. I guess my energy level was meant for the wards and I was sitting at the back listening to lectures. I mean I should be grateful that I don't need to stand for 2 hours, right?

So I decided to join my friends at the O&G floor just to visit some patients to ignite the passion that is slowly thinning away.

First word: Waaaaahhh.

I felt like a kid in a candy shop.

There were so many women with distended tummy, all of them are future mommyyy. 

The neighbouring ward was filled with mommies with their newborns. They were soooo adorable, pure and innocence :')

I got to clerk one patient who will be having her Lower Segmental Caesarian Section (LSCS) the next day. Usually they will undergo LSCS to prevent any complications during labour eg the baby is too big, or the mom is too small to push the baby.

Upon history taking, the mother (who is now is her second pregnancy) was very healthy. She had personally requested for the LSCS, even her first child. She might be afraid of the normal labour. Or she might think it is easier for the 'pantang' process as she is all alone with no mother to take care of her and that her husband is a policeman and will be very busy to take care of her.

Nevertheless, I got to palpate her distended abdomen and I can feel the baby's limbs! It was as if the baby was giving a hi 5! from the fetal world. There, there little ones. The world might be a cruel place to be, but hopefully your presence would make this world a better place to be :)

(Written on 8th September 2015)
Thank you dear friends,
 who was there for me when I went 'meroyan' because I was so atrophied.
During my post-proexam holiday,
I actually went to Japan with a group of friends!
I'll save that story for later!
Wassalam :)


07 August 2015


  السلام عليكم
It’s been a while. Now, for a little update.

I’ve now completed my 2nd year of study; 3 more years to go.

Referring to my previous post, I was still in my 4th block of Year 2, the toughest block of all! Knowing my own minuscule effort, I didn’t think I can pass that block. It was too hard for me. I want to blame it to the curricular but I know I was the one who lack of focus in class. Sometimes when the lecture gets too blurry (and difficult you just wanna sit in the corner and weep), you just gave up on listening. 

I should work harder, I admit. If I didn’t understand something, I should ask my friends who are more knowledgeable, better the lecturers themselves. There are also tons of helpful YouTube videos available that I could watch. 

A key to success in med school is by REPEATING. Well, that’s what I’m lacking off. Me trying to complete a topic ONCE is a success by its own definition. 

Due to lack of preparation, I was not ready to sit for exams. I was so nervous. I tried my best though. I fought hard. It feels I like a fought a lion with my bare hand. It wasn’t easy. The success rate was depressing.

For my first paper, I was the earliest to leave the exam hall. I cannot face the paper anymore. I just can’t do it no more. Outside, my shaking hands were ice cold and I was tachycardic.

In the ends, I called my mom and ask, “Ma, kalau Hanie fail block ni boleh tak?”. First time ever, I asked my Mom if I can fail an exam. When I judge my own performance, I know was failing it.

In Allah’s will, Alhamdulillah I pass block 4! It was very surprising! 

I must say, 
du’a during Ramadan is very mustajab. 
Thank you all for the du'a.
Thank you Allah for this blessing :’) 

21 May 2015

Sulcus and gyrus.

السلام عليكم

I was trying to write down at least a post every month. Apparently, I missed my April post. I did have something in mind to be blurted out, and due to time constraints (and unclear reason why I was so lazy to type) I decided to just go on with life.

We human just plan. That's what we do. Sometimes we didn't plan anything, but things happen anyway. Allah is the BEST planner. 

I just had my LAST and FINAL minitest yesterday. Phewww, what a relief is was over! Imagine we need to learn the nasty neuroanatomy, which basically means  we're learning about brain parts, it's blood supply, gyrus and sulcus. We suffered I tell you.

On second thought, it was fascinating to learn about our brain. HOw it is weigh about 2% of our total body weight, but consume 20% of our body energy. That's a lot! This shows out brain works the most from other organs.

And it is so unique. I just can't simply put it into words how amazing it is. I wish I was a brain who is efficient in multitasking, because we can't have enough of things to do huh?

Anyway, I have just re-watched The Princess Diaries after more than 10 years! It was out in 2001 and it is now 2015! *tua alert* I've forgot the last time I watched the movie. It was one of my favorite!

Re-watching it brings back the memory. It feels like someone return your lost luggage at the airport. All your fogs of worry fades away and a rush of endorphins runs in.

I remember being a nerdy, ugly duckling who feels like an outcast sometimes. As the fable continues, it happens out you were surround by the wrong ducks.

With the right circle of friends, you are free to be a nerd giving 'hambar' jokes and to suffer an ugly crying face. And you know your beautiful swans will always be there for you.

So girls, I'm sorry if I ever hurt you in any of my mean way. Hah, you don't read my blog anyway :P

Now I know why
people looks up at neurologists/neurosurgeon. 
Ramadhan is very near! *excited*
Allahuma balighna Ramadhan
Wassalam :)
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