Back in Freiburg, I am a Malaysian studying in Czech Republic and is on clinical exchange in Freiburg. When I Was with Bemtgen, he'd introduce me with those details in German. And then there's Miss Columbus et moi first meeting.
Miss Columbus: And Where are you from?
Me:l'm from Malaysia. We are not to Thailand Indonesia, and Singapore
Discusssed about how lucky we are to have a sunny day that 1st weekend.
Miss Columbus: Do you have snow in Malaysia?
Me: *frog croaking loudly*
Ps : I painstakingly drew a map of Malaysia with Borneo included. Alas, posting a blogpost from a phone is almost a miracle. In case u r wondering like Miss Columbus, just so u know. We are just above the equator line.
Pps : Miss Columbus is otherwise a gregarious soon to be a doctor whose company I enjoy very much during our stay in Freiburg
Saturday, 26 January 2013
Sunday, 9 December 2012
Geburtstag
Today marks 23rd year since I went through the birth canal.
My birthday is like the picture above ~ warm and colourful. with the people i love.
There is a yummy cake on the table, accompanied by my favourite food.
My dad is pouting with twinkle in his eyes, my mom is smiling and my brothers are teasing me with "you are old!"
I make my prayer, blow the candles, cut up the cake and ask my loved ones for their prayers as well.
My mom is the first to shower me with kisses and envelopes me in a warm embrace. and I say my thanks for bringing me into the world.
Then I go and hug my dad and receives his stubby pecks.
My brothers bought me presents.
And we feast on my mom's delicious homecooked meal.
Except that all the above is just a mirage. I am actually spending my birthday alone, on my bed and haven't been speaking to a soul except my mom who called me when I was sleeping to wish me happy birthday. Obviously there's no cake because I am too lazy to go out and I ate the food from yesterday and had coco crunch for dinner. Whatever. Happy birthday to me. May Allah makes me an incredible Muslimah, bless my life, shower me with wisdom and integrity and let me die as a faithful servant. ameen.
It reminds me of Chris birthday.
On his birthday, I went for a day trip to Konstanz.
Konstanz is not that far away actually, but since there's Black Forest in between Konstanz and Freiburg, the journey is quite long.
I shall write about Konstanz sometime after.
Anyway, I got home (Chris and Iva's) past midnight and was rather hungry.
Turns out the lovebirds haven't gone to sleep.
They came and accompanied me for dinner.
Iva baked 2 types of cakes for Chris (lucky boy I know) ~ apple crumble and marble cake
When I was about to spoon the apple crumble, Iva suddenly remember that she put some alcohol in it but assures me that the alcohol has dissipated, so it is safe to eat it. (But now, after some research, I make a stand to not eat anything mixed with alcohol)
So I ate it. and I can detect the taste and smell of alcohol in my mouth.
So I went after the marble cake, which is really delish.
Must say Iva's is rather good at baking.
Oh no. I just miss them and their place. =)
My birthday is like the picture above ~ warm and colourful. with the people i love.
There is a yummy cake on the table, accompanied by my favourite food.
My dad is pouting with twinkle in his eyes, my mom is smiling and my brothers are teasing me with "you are old!"
I make my prayer, blow the candles, cut up the cake and ask my loved ones for their prayers as well.
My mom is the first to shower me with kisses and envelopes me in a warm embrace. and I say my thanks for bringing me into the world.
Then I go and hug my dad and receives his stubby pecks.
My brothers bought me presents.
And we feast on my mom's delicious homecooked meal.
Except that all the above is just a mirage. I am actually spending my birthday alone, on my bed and haven't been speaking to a soul except my mom who called me when I was sleeping to wish me happy birthday. Obviously there's no cake because I am too lazy to go out and I ate the food from yesterday and had coco crunch for dinner. Whatever. Happy birthday to me. May Allah makes me an incredible Muslimah, bless my life, shower me with wisdom and integrity and let me die as a faithful servant. ameen.
It reminds me of Chris birthday.
On his birthday, I went for a day trip to Konstanz.
Konstanz is not that far away actually, but since there's Black Forest in between Konstanz and Freiburg, the journey is quite long.
I shall write about Konstanz sometime after.
Anyway, I got home (Chris and Iva's) past midnight and was rather hungry.
Turns out the lovebirds haven't gone to sleep.
They came and accompanied me for dinner.
Iva baked 2 types of cakes for Chris (lucky boy I know) ~ apple crumble and marble cake
When I was about to spoon the apple crumble, Iva suddenly remember that she put some alcohol in it but assures me that the alcohol has dissipated, so it is safe to eat it. (But now, after some research, I make a stand to not eat anything mixed with alcohol)
So I ate it. and I can detect the taste and smell of alcohol in my mouth.
So I went after the marble cake, which is really delish.
Must say Iva's is rather good at baking.
Sunday, 2 December 2012
In Their Shoes
I think I've been way too comfortable after high school. I need to be out of the box. I need to be challenged.
This exchange seems to be offering just what I need and how true it is.
I've been to almost all of the morning meetings, which are conducted in German. I was asked to be there.
So I know the feeling of that poor thing that's invited to the event where everyone is speaking the language alien to the poor thing, eventhough they have the ability to speak in English, which everybody knows.
When I went to the suturing class, which is of course conducted in German, I joined a class where everyone has been together eversince few years back. I am just someone coming with the surgeon, and sit with the students. I said my greetings. and sit back feeling out of place. So when an exchange student was standing there alone and others were happy chatting away, I remembered what I felt and went to greet her. The thing that I learnt is that it is nice if people are being welcoming especially when you are alone coming into a pack of people that already know each other.
And one of the many things that I learnt from Chris and Iva is that to offer the guest help and explaining directions. They both went miles to help me. giving a real map. finding where the worship place is. recommending where to shop and many many more.
I'm glad that I went out of my comfort zone. I learnt a lot, both professional skill and interpersonal skill. But I gotta admit that this is not for everyone. You gotta pull yourself together and be open to challenges. In conclusion, be a tough cookie.
This exchange seems to be offering just what I need and how true it is.
I found out the terrible feeling of being there but not knowing what people in front of you are talking about. Because they talk in a language alien to me. I have been on the other side of the table eversince I came to Czech. I casually switch into Malay in the conversation where my non Malay speaking friend is also there, involved in the conversation. Now that I have been to both sides of the table, I try to speak the language that everyone understand.
I've been to almost all of the morning meetings, which are conducted in German. I was asked to be there.
So I know the feeling of that poor thing that's invited to the event where everyone is speaking the language alien to the poor thing, eventhough they have the ability to speak in English, which everybody knows.
When I went to the suturing class, which is of course conducted in German, I joined a class where everyone has been together eversince few years back. I am just someone coming with the surgeon, and sit with the students. I said my greetings. and sit back feeling out of place. So when an exchange student was standing there alone and others were happy chatting away, I remembered what I felt and went to greet her. The thing that I learnt is that it is nice if people are being welcoming especially when you are alone coming into a pack of people that already know each other.
And one of the many things that I learnt from Chris and Iva is that to offer the guest help and explaining directions. They both went miles to help me. giving a real map. finding where the worship place is. recommending where to shop and many many more.
I'm glad that I went out of my comfort zone. I learnt a lot, both professional skill and interpersonal skill. But I gotta admit that this is not for everyone. You gotta pull yourself together and be open to challenges. In conclusion, be a tough cookie.
Friday, 30 November 2012
National Service Program
Before I went, I got an email asking me if I would like to join something called National Service Program.
It will be held in Freiburg itself.
Includes hiking trip in Black forest and one of the things that we need to bring is ~ bathing suit (possibility to swim in a lake)
Also barbecue.
It sounds too good to be true and of course I say yes.
Plus since I am in Freiburg itself, I am spared from travelling to the National Service Program.
You can say that the program is a blast though the weather wasn't on our side (and it was always raining only on weekends the first 2 weeks of July, whch is not normal at all for Freiburg) and I didn't go to say goodbye on Sunday because of abdominal cramps.
On Friday, we went to a stadium (or something like that) that right smack next to the black forest. Met the other exchange students coming in from places like Tubingen and Heidelberg and Munster.
And we got a bag of goodies each and it sure has a lot of things inside.
Among others
thick notebook
pens
nescafe 3-in-1
stick note
gummy bear
expired condom
Had meet and greet session before we moved to the main agenda, city tour, with none other than Chris. Chris is someone who loves to share what he knows so he really made a good guide.
Among what I got are
One of the apostle is showing his butt in the direction of the house of some one who did something that irk the townspeople?don't remember anymore
The red and gold signifies Austria.
In the medieval time, in the marketplace,as to make measurement for the things they sell, among others, they drew circle to size bread and a line.
Thing is that being visitors we were moving really slowly and taking pictures.
And German being German, is irked by the pace.
It was raining when we make our way up to Schlossberg.
After realising that we are going up the hill, I told them "you said hiking is tomorow?"
Apparently climbing up to Schlossberg and then up the tower stairs isn't hiking!
And to add spice to thing, for God sake, I am wearing my white hospital pants. add rain and muddy earth on top of that.
Thanks Lord the view makes up for it.
And the people. except for the ones who shake the tower. grrr!
We make our way to "student summer festival" for dinner afterwards.
Was stuck because we were being a lil bit busybody near the Fischerau that has the crocodile (a stone one) in it. There is some anti-Nazi demonstration going on.
Quite a sight.
Not only that, we even have to make a detour once because they found a bomb from World War 2 during construction. Apparently, such thing is not uncommon in German land. I learnt a lot about German and Germany in a span of 2 weeks compared to what I learned about Czech and Czech Republic in a span of 4 years.
And finally, we are at the student summer festival. once again, culture shock.
This people is what student summer festival means in Germany
One thing deserve mentioning is the grilled feta. so delish. tried to make it twice in October. FAILED.
It will be held in Freiburg itself.
Includes hiking trip in Black forest and one of the things that we need to bring is ~ bathing suit (possibility to swim in a lake)
Also barbecue.
It sounds too good to be true and of course I say yes.
Plus since I am in Freiburg itself, I am spared from travelling to the National Service Program.
You can say that the program is a blast though the weather wasn't on our side (and it was always raining only on weekends the first 2 weeks of July, whch is not normal at all for Freiburg) and I didn't go to say goodbye on Sunday because of abdominal cramps.
On Friday, we went to a stadium (or something like that) that right smack next to the black forest. Met the other exchange students coming in from places like Tubingen and Heidelberg and Munster.
And we got a bag of goodies each and it sure has a lot of things inside.
Among others
thick notebook
pens
nescafe 3-in-1
stick note
gummy bear
expired condom
Had meet and greet session before we moved to the main agenda, city tour, with none other than Chris. Chris is someone who loves to share what he knows so he really made a good guide.
Among what I got are
One of the apostle is showing his butt in the direction of the house of some one who did something that irk the townspeople?don't remember anymore
The red and gold signifies Austria.
In the medieval time, in the marketplace,as to make measurement for the things they sell, among others, they drew circle to size bread and a line.
Thing is that being visitors we were moving really slowly and taking pictures.
And German being German, is irked by the pace.
It was raining when we make our way up to Schlossberg.
After realising that we are going up the hill, I told them "you said hiking is tomorow?"
Apparently climbing up to Schlossberg and then up the tower stairs isn't hiking!
And to add spice to thing, for God sake, I am wearing my white hospital pants. add rain and muddy earth on top of that.
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| Photo from Jaime. Look Emina is even wearing cute flats. |
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| Photo from Mohamed. On the tower. |
And the people. except for the ones who shake the tower. grrr!
We make our way to "student summer festival" for dinner afterwards.
Was stuck because we were being a lil bit busybody near the Fischerau that has the crocodile (a stone one) in it. There is some anti-Nazi demonstration going on.
Quite a sight.
Not only that, we even have to make a detour once because they found a bomb from World War 2 during construction. Apparently, such thing is not uncommon in German land. I learnt a lot about German and Germany in a span of 2 weeks compared to what I learned about Czech and Czech Republic in a span of 4 years.
And finally, we are at the student summer festival. once again, culture shock.
This people is what student summer festival means in Germany
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| My glass was only filled with pepsi okay.hehehe |
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Travel Cost
Freiburg is an excellent location.
Paris is 3 hours away by TGV.
Colmar is an hour train ride. But u can always stop by Breisach am Rhein to see the majestic Rhein river.
Basel, is also an hour away, while Luzern is 2 hours away.
Except if you want to travel east, like Iva said, the Black Forest is always in the way.
I went to Konstanz and never regret taking the train that crosses the Black Forest. It's so scenic.
Anyway, travel is rather expensive in Germany.
And the train network is so sophisticated that the bus is forgotten.
I only travel on weekends so my best choice is Baden-Wurttenberg ticket.
If you are travelling alone, the ticket costs 21 euro. add 4 euro for additional person. you can add up to 4 more person.
Best for day trip and group travel.
When I went to Luzern, the girls were already away, so I travel alone.
Had to rush to get my ticket printed out at the counter and pay extra for that.
If you can afford it, get a smartphone or tab ~ that is one precious thing to traveller.
When we travelled, we brought our own food because food is on the expensive side especially in tourist spot.
Most of my travelling were done during Ramadhan and eventhough I have the option to replace it, I opted out of it.
Except when I decided to hike the foot of Pilatus, I went to Migros and paid for ice tea and croissant. ~ 5 euro that saves me after a tedious hike (crazy thing I did. I know.)
All in all, try to not travel alone. It's more expensive. and bring your own food and fruits and drink.
Paris is 3 hours away by TGV.
Colmar is an hour train ride. But u can always stop by Breisach am Rhein to see the majestic Rhein river.
Basel, is also an hour away, while Luzern is 2 hours away.
Except if you want to travel east, like Iva said, the Black Forest is always in the way.
I went to Konstanz and never regret taking the train that crosses the Black Forest. It's so scenic.
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| Our farewell trip. I had blast travelling with them. Photo from Nicky. |
And the train network is so sophisticated that the bus is forgotten.
I only travel on weekends so my best choice is Baden-Wurttenberg ticket.
If you are travelling alone, the ticket costs 21 euro. add 4 euro for additional person. you can add up to 4 more person.
Best for day trip and group travel.
When I went to Luzern, the girls were already away, so I travel alone.
Had to rush to get my ticket printed out at the counter and pay extra for that.
If you can afford it, get a smartphone or tab ~ that is one precious thing to traveller.
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| The thing u do when u trael alone. Self camera or ask any stanger who is willing to click the camera for you. |
When we travelled, we brought our own food because food is on the expensive side especially in tourist spot.
Most of my travelling were done during Ramadhan and eventhough I have the option to replace it, I opted out of it.
Except when I decided to hike the foot of Pilatus, I went to Migros and paid for ice tea and croissant. ~ 5 euro that saves me after a tedious hike (crazy thing I did. I know.)
All in all, try to not travel alone. It's more expensive. and bring your own food and fruits and drink.
Monday, 12 November 2012
Food
On my second day, Iva's made me spatzle sauce. I really like the sauce.
I got 50 euro every week.
I ate rice oce a week. Bought the ones in the sack. You see I never master cooking the rice sans rice cooker.
For breakfast, I ate bread and drank milk or juice.
I go German with my lunch. sometimes I take it but since Xavier left I didn't do lunch anymore. Plus my last week, it was Ramdhan.
Lunch normally is with schoki (really nice Schwarzwald/Blackforest choc milk) and bretzel. I really love bretzel smeared with cream cheese spinkled with chives and salad and tomato.
Had hot meal once at the casino. Don't know how to say enough in German so I ended up finishing quarter of my cheese gnocci after so much effort.
And my friends in opthalmology do lunch everyday. oh the joy of having a partner in crime with you.
Dinner is a lil bit complicated because I have to come out with what to cook.
I love it epecially when I sit down with Iva and Chris for dinner.
I would nicked their food and they mine.
Once I made curry and was so concerned the smell may be too overhelming for my housemates but they said it smells good.
I found my new love for tomato salad. They made really delish tomato salad.
Most of the time, I made aglio olio spaghetti with birds eye chilli. Iva's surprised to see the amount I threw in. Well, that's typical Penangites for you babe =)
I took away food from markthalle twice. The last one smell strongly of tumeric.
Iva's allergic to ANY NUTS and I have offered nuts twice to her unintentionally. First the rice cooked with nuts and then the stir fried vege with tofu. Thanks to her, I hope I am more alert about allergy issue.
I have a range of supermarket to choose from. I like Aldi and I went to Ariana Orient House a couple of times to get the meat and some dose of Asian ingredients. Theoretically, I only spent 100 euro on groceries. Admittedly, it's cheaper if you cooked because a plate of mixed potatoes costs 10 euro.
I got 50 euro every week.
I ate rice oce a week. Bought the ones in the sack. You see I never master cooking the rice sans rice cooker.
For breakfast, I ate bread and drank milk or juice.
I go German with my lunch. sometimes I take it but since Xavier left I didn't do lunch anymore. Plus my last week, it was Ramdhan.
Lunch normally is with schoki (really nice Schwarzwald/Blackforest choc milk) and bretzel. I really love bretzel smeared with cream cheese spinkled with chives and salad and tomato.
Had hot meal once at the casino. Don't know how to say enough in German so I ended up finishing quarter of my cheese gnocci after so much effort.
And my friends in opthalmology do lunch everyday. oh the joy of having a partner in crime with you.
Dinner is a lil bit complicated because I have to come out with what to cook.
I love it epecially when I sit down with Iva and Chris for dinner.
I would nicked their food and they mine.
Once I made curry and was so concerned the smell may be too overhelming for my housemates but they said it smells good.
I found my new love for tomato salad. They made really delish tomato salad.
Most of the time, I made aglio olio spaghetti with birds eye chilli. Iva's surprised to see the amount I threw in. Well, that's typical Penangites for you babe =)
I took away food from markthalle twice. The last one smell strongly of tumeric.
Iva's allergic to ANY NUTS and I have offered nuts twice to her unintentionally. First the rice cooked with nuts and then the stir fried vege with tofu. Thanks to her, I hope I am more alert about allergy issue.
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| iftar 2nd day of Ramadhan |
Sunday, 4 November 2012
First Day of Ramadhan
It was a Friday and the next week shall be my last week.
I had bihun sup for sahur.
If I remember it well, the day is not like any other day I was in the department.
When I was doing venepuncture on this man that speaks English, the sound of helicopter taking off muffled our conversation.
"This is the third time today. and it's just 9 am"
I remember seeing this new man looking all unwell but I went on with the venepuncture.
I scrubbed in for an operation that I don't remember anymore and returned to Zenker.
Dr Weiskopf and a cardiologist was there and the situation didn't seem good.
"Remember this. It's myocardial infarction" she showed me the ECG.
Turned out it's of that man that was looking very fragile this morning.
It's a rather busy Friday.
And I have another operation scheduled at ~6 pm.
I asked Dr Reinisch for an hour or two break.
I went to Ariana Orient House to get some dates and drinks and whats not (where the fresh fruits and veges section almost empty), dumped everything at home and return to the empty Zenker.
I scrubbed in and went to see the operation schedule.
The digital one was down and they only have papers stuck on the board, obviously all written in German.
I got one of the scrub nurse to tell me whats going on and returned to Zenker to clarify with anyone there.
Turned out Dr Matthias was there.
I had the option to go home but since "help is highly appreciated", and the fact that I was already prepared for surgery, I opted to stay.
Turned out it's a really interesting surgery with amusing team.
And the patient is........ the man who had MI earlier that day.
We started at half past 7. I have always feel some distance from Dr Sudkamp. He is after all the obarztin, which means he's one of the high rankings. That he is always wearing the same face expression doesn't help either but surprise!surprise! he's really nice. Further explanation will ensue.
We started up very nicely. I had been in a surgery where Imi was also the scrub nurse. I had always wanted to ask where she comes from since she did the same to me. So I asked on that operation. She's from Philliphines. and the question where you are from jumped from one to another. I am Malaysian, studying in Czech Republic and interning here *insert further explanation*
When the heart is exposed, I noticed that it's bigger than the other hearts I've seen during the weeks that had passed. And yes, it's not normal.
The second surgeon harvested the leg vein and I was opposite the head surgeon who's harvesting RIMA.
I had been in quite a number of bypass operation but this one is where I learned the most.
You had to take off the clip and replace it with suture. and there's more than 12 clips on the venous graft alone. Flush the saline into the graft to see if there's any leakage. You have to repair it.
Then time by time as the graft is joined to the coronary vessel, you have to flush again to see if the anastomoses are leaked.
There's a number of other procedures done and when the second procedure was completed, the iftar time has long passed. It was not until 12 midnight that the chest is temporarily closed.
The head surgeon offered for anyone to take a break.
I stayed in my gown for quite sometime but after the explanation about the reperfusion time, which will take no less than 20 minutes, I got out of my gown and headed for the break room.
Man, everybody had finished and the break room was empty and urm, eerie but nah, the devils are supposed to be in hell.
I reached for the empty pocket. I really wanted to get something from the vending machine but my coins are all in the locker room in Zenker. Which means I have to change out of my scrub, fetched the coin and get into new scrub if I want to get them. So yeah, I broke my fast with the water from the sink.
Amazingly, I didn't feel fatigue. Ironically I was really pumped out.
I gowned in again for whatever left to be done. And whatever left to be done was really tense and the atmosphere during the second session was really tight *inside stories*. The surgery didn't show any sign that it's going to end soon. With heavy heart, I asked to go home when the clock showed 240 am. I had the permission to go anytime I want but I really want to stay until the end. I reached home just in time to perform jamak taakhir and munched something for sahur before the break of dawn.
I was up at 8 the next morning and spent the whole Saturday sleepy, and walking in the cold and rainy Stuttgart. It was really cold I just had to buy a jumper from H&M. Thanks Allah for summer sale! Oh yeah, they wrapped off the operation sometime past 4 am and the patient was sent to ICU for postop care.
I had bihun sup for sahur.
If I remember it well, the day is not like any other day I was in the department.
When I was doing venepuncture on this man that speaks English, the sound of helicopter taking off muffled our conversation.
"This is the third time today. and it's just 9 am"
I remember seeing this new man looking all unwell but I went on with the venepuncture.
I scrubbed in for an operation that I don't remember anymore and returned to Zenker.
Dr Weiskopf and a cardiologist was there and the situation didn't seem good.
"Remember this. It's myocardial infarction" she showed me the ECG.
Turned out it's of that man that was looking very fragile this morning.
It's a rather busy Friday.
And I have another operation scheduled at ~6 pm.
I asked Dr Reinisch for an hour or two break.
I went to Ariana Orient House to get some dates and drinks and whats not (where the fresh fruits and veges section almost empty), dumped everything at home and return to the empty Zenker.
I scrubbed in and went to see the operation schedule.
The digital one was down and they only have papers stuck on the board, obviously all written in German.
I got one of the scrub nurse to tell me whats going on and returned to Zenker to clarify with anyone there.
Turned out Dr Matthias was there.
I had the option to go home but since "help is highly appreciated", and the fact that I was already prepared for surgery, I opted to stay.
Turned out it's a really interesting surgery with amusing team.
And the patient is........ the man who had MI earlier that day.
We started at half past 7. I have always feel some distance from Dr Sudkamp. He is after all the obarztin, which means he's one of the high rankings. That he is always wearing the same face expression doesn't help either but surprise!surprise! he's really nice. Further explanation will ensue.
We started up very nicely. I had been in a surgery where Imi was also the scrub nurse. I had always wanted to ask where she comes from since she did the same to me. So I asked on that operation. She's from Philliphines. and the question where you are from jumped from one to another. I am Malaysian, studying in Czech Republic and interning here *insert further explanation*
When the heart is exposed, I noticed that it's bigger than the other hearts I've seen during the weeks that had passed. And yes, it's not normal.
The second surgeon harvested the leg vein and I was opposite the head surgeon who's harvesting RIMA.
I had been in quite a number of bypass operation but this one is where I learned the most.
You had to take off the clip and replace it with suture. and there's more than 12 clips on the venous graft alone. Flush the saline into the graft to see if there's any leakage. You have to repair it.
Then time by time as the graft is joined to the coronary vessel, you have to flush again to see if the anastomoses are leaked.
There's a number of other procedures done and when the second procedure was completed, the iftar time has long passed. It was not until 12 midnight that the chest is temporarily closed.
The head surgeon offered for anyone to take a break.
I stayed in my gown for quite sometime but after the explanation about the reperfusion time, which will take no less than 20 minutes, I got out of my gown and headed for the break room.
Man, everybody had finished and the break room was empty and urm, eerie but nah, the devils are supposed to be in hell.
I reached for the empty pocket. I really wanted to get something from the vending machine but my coins are all in the locker room in Zenker. Which means I have to change out of my scrub, fetched the coin and get into new scrub if I want to get them. So yeah, I broke my fast with the water from the sink.
Amazingly, I didn't feel fatigue. Ironically I was really pumped out.
I gowned in again for whatever left to be done. And whatever left to be done was really tense and the atmosphere during the second session was really tight *inside stories*. The surgery didn't show any sign that it's going to end soon. With heavy heart, I asked to go home when the clock showed 240 am. I had the permission to go anytime I want but I really want to stay until the end. I reached home just in time to perform jamak taakhir and munched something for sahur before the break of dawn.
I was up at 8 the next morning and spent the whole Saturday sleepy, and walking in the cold and rainy Stuttgart. It was really cold I just had to buy a jumper from H&M. Thanks Allah for summer sale! Oh yeah, they wrapped off the operation sometime past 4 am and the patient was sent to ICU for postop care.
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