Karma Is a Funny Thing... But I'm GOOD!

KEKEKE... The later part... Yea I guess I'm good alright.

We had a CFCS debriefing this afternoon. It's a Community Family Case Studies presentation. Each of us, or I'd put it that we were assigned into a group of 2 or 3, and each group were assigned a patient. What we had to do, were to visit the patient, find out about his family, how he's coping and all his difficulties and such. Now, the patients are of different groups alright. Some are old people, some are middle age groups, and in my case, we have a kid. :-)

We've had this patient since last year. We visited them at their house once in Puchong Jaya. She's an Indian girl, 12 years old this year, and she lived with her own family and her cousins'. She was born with spina bifida, some sort of congenital malformation. She suffered from neurogenic bladder by which she has to wear pampers till now, and she had a history of hydrocephalus. She underwent her left kindney removal operation around April this year, and was submitted to hospital again in the past 2 months due to urinary tract infection.

Now, what we had to do, was to find out how she was coping with her sickness, how her families are getting along with it, her neighbours and etc. We were to ask if there's any stigma or different looks from other people. Heck she has undeveloped legs and has to depend on a wheelchair, would anyone not look at her differently? But well, there's another thing to consider though, she was born that way, she wasn't born normal, perhaps that's why when we visited her, she was pretty contented. How could she not? Everyone treated her nicely.

So anyway, we were to do our presentation this afternoon. My group was arranged as the 3rd of 4 groups. As I watched the first two groups presenting, I was getting nervous. We had a coordinator, who is a Proffesor of Pathology. We also had rotating clinician coming in for each groups, as in, every individual groups have their own clinicians to judge on them. See, no matter how nice the clinician might be, the "evil" pathologist we had pressed the clinician to shoot us kids with questions. The first two groups had had worst. The first group were presenting a patient of Poliomyelitis, they were asked what it is, how it's transmitted, and hell lot that the 3 guys presenting were left speechless. The second group had a pretty male doctor as their clinician, but they didn't had any better. They were asked about thyroid hormones and stuff as their patient underwent thyroidectomy and aryteniodectomy, leading to some complications with her vocal cord. But I got to say the coordinator and the clinician scared the hell out of me before it was even my turn.

When it was my turn, the clinician who came in was pretty young, in her late 20s I presume, And was paying full attention to what I was presenting. My partner was obviously doing quite well. I even got the attention of the entire class when I was doing my part. In the end, when Prof asked the doctor to bombard me, she turned to the rest and asked: "I think this group present really well. They explained everything very clearly right? Anyone has any questions?" Of course, being in the same group, who would be troubling your own groupmates? Me and my partner were only asked 2 simple questions. Was our patient able to read? And was she able to move around in her wheelchair on her own? Now, those were pretty easy. At least it wasn't something on urinary tract infection, or her hydrocephalus, or what medications she was under, or even what spina bifida was! Now, I was really wondering it might be due to our really simple presentation where we included the photos, which obviously made everything so much clearer, and that we mentioned about our effort contacting the Rotary Club to get her a new wheelchair; or it could be that the doctor was a fine young lady and had little experience torturing medical students. It turned out that the last group had a specialist in O&G but they got through it swiftly. Lucky them.

Now, I wouldn't really praise myself, but the clinician's comment that "best I've seen so far" really got me on cloud nine! Hey, I did the PowerPoint presentation, and I didn't read the text. I solemnly swear I spend less than half a day to finish the report, the presentation and my own preparation. How cool was I?! LOL... Kick me now, SLAP ME! LOL

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Anyway, now that I was really on dancing on the tip of my feet, it didn't really bother me much that I scratched my car while looking for a parking beside the road this afternoon. It was at lower side of the bumper in the left front corner of the car, paints were scratched, but it wasn't really obvious alright. Now I'm amazed how these people can park so close to the curb and not get any scratches on their car...