On Activating Paediatrics

Now that we're in Paediatrics posting, you can expect blog posts about kids in the hospital for the next 2 months. That's if I'm blogging about clinical school. And well, here's one.

We were assigned a 'benign' proffesor as our first teacher, that was according to the seniors. At least he wasn't someone who is known to scold you in front of everybody. And that relieved me slightly, because once a lecturer started to scold me or raised his voice at me, I'll start to hate him/her, and that'd bring me into hating the whole subject, and indirectly, it'd put me in hell trying to live through the whole posting.

So when we were introduced to both our paediatricians, I got this impression that, both of them are not going to be much of my liking. Prof One looks rugged, doesn't comb his hair, doesn't iron his shirt, doesn't wear ties, and if anything, I think he is as fashionable as me! LMAO Dr.CPF on the other hand, is a younger doctor who, according to some of the colleagues, were trained by one of the smartest paediatrician in the entire faculty, so we expected a tough time under him alright. Anyways, Dr.CPF aside, we're currently under Prof One as he's our first teacher.

And just the other day after our teachings of examination techniques, Prof One looked at me sitting at the back of the class.

Prof: You back there, you look unhappy. Is anything wrong?

I smiled back, shaking my head vigorously.

Prof: Are you sure? No financial problem? Because if you have you can always come to me.

I continued to smile, trying to utter some answers when the whole class started to laugh.

Prof: No family problem? Girlfriend problem? Cuz if you have any girlfriend problem, you can also come to me and talk about it.

And by then, the class were trying to hold their tears back.

Prof: Sure? Sure there's no problem at all? Everything's fine?

Me: Yes everything's fine.

Prof: Okay... then I'll see you at the ward.

Fast forward 10 minutes later, we were having our demonstration of abdominal examination of toddlers and kids in the ward. I knew something's going to happen, I was standing at the back of the class trying to lay as low as possible... But to no avail, he picked me.

Prof: You, the unhappy one... Come... Examine the head.

And that, was the start of me embarrassing myself in front of the patient's family... I wouldn't mind the colleagues, we have in some point being scolded by the lecturers anyways. And that, also meant I was being 'lectured' openly in the ward...

On the last day of 2008.

Prof: If this is an exam, you fail straight out. Your examination technique was really out. Your summary was crap. And you missed out so many steps!

Yes sir. Yes sir. Fail me now if you want, as long as I don't get you as my examiner in the finals, or even if I got you, you'll forgive me and let me pass... But then again, that just proved, none of the proffesors in the paediatrics department are actually nice. All of them, and I do mean ALL of them, are bitches...

Blame on myself though, for not able to equip myself with sufficient knowledge to avoid being bitched...

What a glamorous way of starting the new posting... *sigh*