There's just too many new graduates and professionals including housemans who are living in poverty nowadays. 'Housemans poor? You're doctors, how have you be considered poor?' but that is very true. Any pay below RM3000 nowadays is considered urban poverty and my latest basic pay is RM2550.23. Sadly, I need assistance from critical allowances, living allowances aka 'bantuan sara hidup', and there's still no sign of our shift allowance. Imagine even professionals are living in poverty in Malaysia, what a joke. Ok, there's a pay increase of RM91.84 but even with that, my basic pay is still far below the poverty line.
In our parents generation, a new graduate can easily afford to buy a car after getting 6 months of pay and afford to own a house in a few years. Nowadays, we have to rely on our parent's Employees Provident Fund (EPF) and savings to help us own our first homes as our pay doesn't qualify for that bank loan.
Inflation is getting out of hand and our pay is not increasing proportionately. Poor doctors you say? There's so many aspects to it and now you can add financially poor to that.
Monday 28 November 2011
Thursday 10 November 2011
Fear of the unknown
If only I could channel the energy used to worry about what will I have to face during my first night shift on the labour room tonight to positive thinking and enthusiasm to learn as much as I can, then life will be less stressful.
Will I be able to cope? Luckily time waits for no one, so no matter how bad things turn out, at least it'll be over by Friday 8am. Muahahahaha. Can this be counted as a motivation?
Will I be able to cope? Luckily time waits for no one, so no matter how bad things turn out, at least it'll be over by Friday 8am. Muahahahaha. Can this be counted as a motivation?
Thursday 3 November 2011
Surviving
I bet you all must be wondering what happened to me for the past 1 week or so. Life had been tough but now it's getting easier as I got more used to things in the labour ward. Seriously, it's a highly stressful and scary place to be in initially. The most important thing that could make the transition easier would be good seniors but sadly, that wasn't the case for me for the first few days.
I seriously wonder will degrading and demotivating help in the training process. Sometimes I think that energy used to scold us is better channeled for something better. I admit that most of us don't have enough experience conducting deliveries but that doesn't mean that we're that stupid to the extent that we can't learn. Luckily I've applied enough local anaestetic to both eardrums to withstand all insults and have mastered the art of selective hearing. Muahahahaha. Now even the porters (PPK) scold the doctors for throwing the scrubs into the wrong bin or wrapping the placenta in the wrong way before returning it to the mother. I wonder what happened to the very least respect that I think I deserve to have. Luckily for all those cute little newborns to give me that tiny bit of motivation to go on or I'll fall into a really deep depression and you won't see me ever again.
Labour ward can really suck the life out of you. I go home every single day not only mentally drained but physically as well cause I'm not only the houseman conducting the delivery, I set the drips up, give IV bolus and infusion medications, assist in OT, carry those 10kg stirrups to put patients into lithotomy position and even dismantling and fixing back the end of the bed pre and post delivery. I even change the bed sheets after each delivery. The workout is even better as compared to going to the gym. Good way to cut expenses and stay healthy. I still wake up the next morning having severe aches over both arms, shoulders, legs and even my back. Actually I'm a bit worried if I'll get a disc prolapse from all those lifting. Hmmmmm.....
Can't wait for the end of my attachment in labour ward. I hope that the other wards are more relaxed and seniors are better.
On night shift on Gynae ward tomorrow. I hope that it'll be a relaxing call. I'm dreading my shift on the labour ward which is just around the corner.
I seriously wonder will degrading and demotivating help in the training process. Sometimes I think that energy used to scold us is better channeled for something better. I admit that most of us don't have enough experience conducting deliveries but that doesn't mean that we're that stupid to the extent that we can't learn. Luckily I've applied enough local anaestetic to both eardrums to withstand all insults and have mastered the art of selective hearing. Muahahahaha. Now even the porters (PPK) scold the doctors for throwing the scrubs into the wrong bin or wrapping the placenta in the wrong way before returning it to the mother. I wonder what happened to the very least respect that I think I deserve to have. Luckily for all those cute little newborns to give me that tiny bit of motivation to go on or I'll fall into a really deep depression and you won't see me ever again.
Labour ward can really suck the life out of you. I go home every single day not only mentally drained but physically as well cause I'm not only the houseman conducting the delivery, I set the drips up, give IV bolus and infusion medications, assist in OT, carry those 10kg stirrups to put patients into lithotomy position and even dismantling and fixing back the end of the bed pre and post delivery. I even change the bed sheets after each delivery. The workout is even better as compared to going to the gym. Good way to cut expenses and stay healthy. I still wake up the next morning having severe aches over both arms, shoulders, legs and even my back. Actually I'm a bit worried if I'll get a disc prolapse from all those lifting. Hmmmmm.....
Can't wait for the end of my attachment in labour ward. I hope that the other wards are more relaxed and seniors are better.
On night shift on Gynae ward tomorrow. I hope that it'll be a relaxing call. I'm dreading my shift on the labour ward which is just around the corner.
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