I have a friend who is an artist, and when I say artist I mean she does arts. Those kind where a simple scribble looks so artistic and worth RM300.
I love her instagram because she always has all these cute drawings with captions which dont match at all. and its usually beyond imagination. I feel this is what we called as talent.
Just yesterday I was talking to the plastic surgeon about talent. He asked me what am I interested in doing.
Him: So medicine or surgery?
Me: Medicine, Sir.
Him: BBBADDDDD PHOEBE BBAAAADDD. WHY NOT SURGERY?
Me: I dont know. I think surgery needs talent, and its not something that you can gain from hardwork. It is something you are born with.
Him: Hmm, I dont know how to respond to that.
HAHAHAHHA. I love making people speechless.
He said till the end of his MBBS he has never pictured himself as a surgeon. Most of the time he didnt know what he was doing. This is kinda shocking especially when it comes out from the mouth of such a wise man. I adore him. I adore his sense of humor. I adore his knowledge. Deep inside I am dying to know his life story. If its not because of that damn phone call I think he must have shared alot with me. Damn it.
This is one of the stories I want to document it down. Because I loveeee having a conversation with wise men. (Its the same as talking to my best friend's dad, a physician who has built his own family hospital from zero). These people are simply amusing.
(leaves space)
And the other one I want to write down is this:
Today as usual I was doing rounds and talking to patients. Theres this old man in post op whom we have performed a below knee amputation yesterday. And as usual I asked how are you.
He was smiling and looking at me, and he said: What how are you you have chopped off my leg how good can I be.
He wasn't being rude at all, but my heart sinked a little.
We take things too lightly, an amputation sounds so common to us. For us an amputation means omg this is so cool we should study and come, and fight for a chance to scrub in.
We forgot how to think from a patient's point of view. We forgot to think that oh no from now on he is not able to walk. We are all so busy saving lives that we forgot what a leg means.
I love her instagram because she always has all these cute drawings with captions which dont match at all. and its usually beyond imagination. I feel this is what we called as talent.
Just yesterday I was talking to the plastic surgeon about talent. He asked me what am I interested in doing.
Him: So medicine or surgery?
Me: Medicine, Sir.
Him: BBBADDDDD PHOEBE BBAAAADDD. WHY NOT SURGERY?
Me: I dont know. I think surgery needs talent, and its not something that you can gain from hardwork. It is something you are born with.
Him: Hmm, I dont know how to respond to that.
HAHAHAHHA. I love making people speechless.
He said till the end of his MBBS he has never pictured himself as a surgeon. Most of the time he didnt know what he was doing. This is kinda shocking especially when it comes out from the mouth of such a wise man. I adore him. I adore his sense of humor. I adore his knowledge. Deep inside I am dying to know his life story. If its not because of that damn phone call I think he must have shared alot with me. Damn it.
This is one of the stories I want to document it down. Because I loveeee having a conversation with wise men. (Its the same as talking to my best friend's dad, a physician who has built his own family hospital from zero). These people are simply amusing.
(leaves space)
And the other one I want to write down is this:
Today as usual I was doing rounds and talking to patients. Theres this old man in post op whom we have performed a below knee amputation yesterday. And as usual I asked how are you.
He was smiling and looking at me, and he said: What how are you you have chopped off my leg how good can I be.
He wasn't being rude at all, but my heart sinked a little.
We take things too lightly, an amputation sounds so common to us. For us an amputation means omg this is so cool we should study and come, and fight for a chance to scrub in.
We forgot how to think from a patient's point of view. We forgot to think that oh no from now on he is not able to walk. We are all so busy saving lives that we forgot what a leg means.


