Ygolon ..

Lately I found out that there's a "rumour" that I, DR, ma a7ib, 3ain ilsai7 <a href="http://msddiet.blogspot.com">Ms.D</a>

O ana ma agol ila:

<a href="http://music.6arab.com/3abdelmajeed..el3azeezah.rm">Afaaaaaaaa</a>


P.S. Where where where wheeeere is my nano ?! Abi ! :(
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Career Paths

Its 8.13am .. I'm parked in my car at the Ministry of Health.

Just pulled an all nighter at work, perhaps my last, lower back hurts cuz it was a busy call ... Keep checking my fingers cuz they're so sore .. My OCD is killing me .. I could have sworn I pricked myself w/ the needle. I'm not sure. That isn't good. Have the flu. Should be feeling like hell. But I don't, I feel alive. Sij il7araka baraka.

The last time I came here was a year ago when I first did my work papers. Now I'm here again, trainee year has finished and now its time to make my choice.

Do I choose the hard path or the easier one. Do I choose what may cause problems for my future family, or something that I can maintain a normal social life like any other person.

Who wants a social life when ur helping ppl? When ur bringing lives into the world. Will I change my mind later ? What about my husband ? What about our future kids ?

Thoughts running thru my head b4 I make my decision.

Do I do something for myself or do I sacrifice ? Do I prove to the world that yes DR is capable, DR can do it ? Or do I give in.

Think I'm gonna cry.

I better go now.

Id3oli that the choice I make is the right one.
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Gotta love 'em !

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إنا لله وإنا إليه راجعون

I really didn't want to write this post. But I couldn't let the memory of her pure innocence go to waste.

Remember my post about Sara?
Yesterday I was told by my friend that she passed away. I was shocked. The last time I visited her she was fine. Waiting to travel overseas for treatment. At first she was supposed to go to France some time in June. Something happened and she didn't go. When I talked to her a little over a month ago she said she was going to go to the US. She didn't.

The reasons? Ma ra7 a7i6 ib thimiti but all I can say if her parents cared enough for her she would have been on that plane getting the care she deserved.

When God gives u the gift of life, a living creature from ur own flesh & blood u don't abandon it. You don't forget her in a hospital with a house maid who is not qualified to take care of a sick child. That house maid was her only source of love, comfort & care. She was with her night & day, she fed her, dressed her, gave her her meds. She was her mother.

Allah ysami7ni, Allah ysami7ni. I don't want to lay blame. I don't know what her family's circumstances are. But nevertheless their negligence was unforgivable and unexcusable.

I'm sad, I'm angry, not that she was an innocent child that was sick & had to go through all that pain. I'm sick & angry that she had to go through it all without a mother or father by her side. While seeing all the other children in the wards with their parents fussing over them. And probably thinking for years "Where r my parents? Why don't they love me?"

What kills me is the few times she would bring up her parents, she would do it with such love. When I first asked her
"Bitro7en Faransa ma3a mino?"
She said
"Ma3a obooy"
With a huge smile on her face & a twinkle in her eye.

I do not usually get attached to patients. But sometimes u cannot help but be in awe of a little girl that was so wise, humble & brave in the face of everything she saw from this ugly world.

I should be happy. Actually relieved, that she now is in a better place now. That she escaped the ugliness of this world & of man himself.

Allah yer7amich ya Sara.

((يا ايتها النفس المطمأنة ارجعى الى ربك راضية مرضية فادخلى فى عبادى وادخلى جنتى)) صدق الله العظيم

سورة الفاتحه على روح المرحومه
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So I Finally Got the Guts To Tell You Guys

...why I have been neglecting my blog so much :)

...if you've been following me on Twitter
...why I'm always complaining & stressed out
...why I'm always out & about in really odd places doing mysterious errands
...why I've been eating so much
...why I have all the symptoms of a...

BRIDEZILLA !

Hehehe!

Yes...

...I'm engaged ;>


There. I've said it *phew* That wasn't as hard as I expected.
*blush* *blush*
I don't now why I'm too embarrassed to tell people I'm engaged.
It just feels weird hehe like its not me but someone else named DR!
And believe me I'm not exaggerating, it just feels funny, AH ! I cant explain it!

Ok girls !!
Hit me with your wedding advice !
Cuz booooooy do I need it !!

I've Never Been So.....

....indecisive!

I don't know what to do.

Really.

Time to ask around.

Something I hate to do.





P.S. This has got to be "the year of decisions"

I'm writing this while fuming with anger & disdain. I was always told that when u start work u will find out that its every man for himself & that men in particular r the last ppl to expect any help from.

So I'm on-call today, at about 1ish I got permission from a senior that I was going home for an hour, to have lunch & pray. Although I could have just left cuz & they would have hardly noticed. But I was never the one to act irresponsible.

As I'm new to surgery & this hospital I don't know much about the oncall rooms & where I can rest while I'm in the hospital. My friend gave me her key to the only female oncall room who is actually used by the female consultant in our unit. I decided to stick a paper on the door with my name on it like is customary. I did this at around 11 if not earlier.

So as I said I left the hospital & got my on-call bag, my laptop, sheets so I can lay them down on the bed n rest a little. A few minutes before I arrived back at the hospital I receive a call from 1 of my seniors.

He: Doctora wainik ?
Me: Almost near the hospital.
He: Ok bidi a2olik she, inti 7a6a wara2a 3ela bab ilghorfa ili fe X mokan?
Me: E ?
He: Awalan ilghorfa hay mish lal female, o thaniyan ilghorfa hay ana banam feha.
Me: Bs I was told this room belongs to X consultant & she is the one who sleeps there & it is used for females only.
He: La mosh 9a7e7 hl 7aki o 3moman fe shay fil ilghorfa hala ?
Me: La mafi.
He: Ah akeed ? Ok khala9 y3ni hela itha dakhalit mish 7ala2i she?
(y3ni tara ana bakhith ilghorfa)

?!?!!!

No comment.
Who cares about that dirty stinky room, 3asani ma nemt, 3asani ma ligait a safe place to store my belongings, bs ish'hal 3alam ?!
Mafi tharat decency?
Ur supposed to be a gentleman.
3idni 7esbat ikhtik ga3da a7os ib hl mstashfa la 3indi mokan ag3ad fe arta7 fe, 7jabi 3ela rasi yom kamil.
Even if hypothetically it is the room ur used 2 staying in, masheha hl mara o goli mara thanya find another room, mo takhith'ha with complete disregard for my feelings.
I came first ! I wrote my name ! Wain ga3den, wain il civility, il sophistication, common courtesy, don't u have any class ?!

Sij I was really offended, but its things like this that show u the kind of ppl ur working with & what to expect from them in the future. And I'm glad it happened so early in the rotation.

I'm not going to bring it up later when I see him cuz I know better than to give ppl like that the time of day. I have & will always remain to stay away from ppl who have no manners. O ma ra7 akhali 9oti y6la3 3ela ghorfa. Sij surgeons r rude ! And I hate their attitude.

At least I'm sitting in the ward & tending to the patients needs whenever I'm called & getting da3wat martha ib kil 9a3da o nazla o ohwa khal yshba3 nom !!!



As my palestinian arabic teacher used to say:
"Adab seeeees, 7aya yuuuuuuuuk !"

Misery

Today my grandfather was admitted to the hospital I used to work in. Spent almost the whole day with him & decided to stay with him until tomorrow morning. It's almost 2am & I'm so tired, there's nowhere I can lay down. I'm sitting on a wooden bench. Thank goodness a friend dropped off a laptop & E-go so I can pass the time.

My grandfathers condition is stable, initially he came with a bleeding ulcer, low haemoglobin & his blood pressure was on the low side. He's been given blood & fluids and now everything has normalised. It's just a matter of continuing the IV medications & insha Allah he'll be ready to go home. I wish he would just go to sleep now & get some rest.

Oh! Family members who read this blog, don't mention anything to my mom. She doesnt know yet, we decided not to worry her. She'll know when shes back in the country insha Allah.

I was planning on updating you on everything that went on the past few weeks, but my neck is really starting to hurt. I wanna go to sleep.

Hope I'm allowed the day off tomorrow.

Twist Boutique

Look what I got in the mail....

'twist' boutique, the trendiest, new fashion boutique in town, cordially invites you to attend our grand opening!

My fabulous talented friend is the owner so I better see you people there showing ur support!

Facebook Group
Facebook Event Page

P.S. Why don't I blog as often anymore ? Cuz someone created: Twitter & Twitpic! If your having DR withdrawal symptoms, you'll find me there ;>

I Need....

I need to organise my life.
I need to tidy my room.
I need to stop napping in the afternoon.
I need to diet.
I need to pamper myself like I used to.
I need to go to the gym more.
I need to meet my friends.
I need to call my friends.
I need to sleep early.
I need to wake up early.
I need to start planning.
I need to start studying.
I need to start making from decisions.




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