This morning I was sitting in the parents' coffee room in the private paediatric ward in the Bon Secours Hospital, hastily re-writing the forty* history and examination reports that I scribbled on the sheets of A4 paper haphazardly clipped on the orange clipboard I got for my birthday. A man with an epic beard walked in, presumably to make himself coffee.
'Do you mind?' He politely asked, despite the room blatantly being there for him, not for medical students panicking to finish work at 9am, right before the morning ward round.
'No no no, go ahead please.' I said with a smile, adjusting the pale metallic green stethoscope hanging on my neck and continuing to write furiously.
'Would you like me to make you tea or coffee?' He said, insisting to be nice and polite.
'No thanks,' I said, and paused for a few seconds to get a good look at him before adding 'Is your child in this ward?' because I know all of the patients in this ward and their parents, and I definitely haven't met this friendly middle-aged man.
'I do. He just got in yesterday,' He said. After going on a bit of a chat about his 6 children and joking about his career being a Nappy Changer, he asked another question;
'Did you go to that Palestine march we had in the city some time ago?'
'I did, yes.' I said, partially alarmed, partially amused as to where this is going.
'Yeah...I definitely remember your face'
**
It's good to know that somebody can tell the average-looking me apart from the sea of Malaysians (and the sea of people) at the march, after this incident.
Also, blog? I'm falling in love with Paediatrics.
xoxo
Atiqah
*the probability of this being a lie is as high as the probability of Heidi Montag being an actual idiot
'Do you mind?' He politely asked, despite the room blatantly being there for him, not for medical students panicking to finish work at 9am, right before the morning ward round.
'No no no, go ahead please.' I said with a smile, adjusting the pale metallic green stethoscope hanging on my neck and continuing to write furiously.
'Would you like me to make you tea or coffee?' He said, insisting to be nice and polite.
'No thanks,' I said, and paused for a few seconds to get a good look at him before adding 'Is your child in this ward?' because I know all of the patients in this ward and their parents, and I definitely haven't met this friendly middle-aged man.
'I do. He just got in yesterday,' He said. After going on a bit of a chat about his 6 children and joking about his career being a Nappy Changer, he asked another question;
'Did you go to that Palestine march we had in the city some time ago?'
'I did, yes.' I said, partially alarmed, partially amused as to where this is going.
'Yeah...I definitely remember your face'
**
It's good to know that somebody can tell the average-looking me apart from the sea of Malaysians (and the sea of people) at the march, after this incident.
Also, blog? I'm falling in love with Paediatrics.
xoxo
Atiqah
*the probability of this being a lie is as high as the probability of Heidi Montag being an actual idiot
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