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Acknowledgement
Peace and blessings upon Rasulullah s.a.w, his family and his
companions.
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Foreword
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I hope those who suffer this illness can know that they have
someone with similar experiences and in some way, those
around them can understand them slightly better; giving
support and help in ways that is constructive and appropriate.
Every sufferer differs based on his or her situation. By no
means am I trying to generalize my case. Just a small hope
that at least I can help a little by telling my story. A tiny bit
will satisfy me enough.
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I wish Allah would bless me, my family and those around me.
Forgive our sins and bring us closer under your protection.
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I pray that whoever reads this story will benefit from it. May
Allah ease your affairs! No affairs are easy unless Allah
makes it easy for them.
25 January 2014
3.00am
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No! Rather, I felt like a white sheep who had just inhaled a
whole can of nitrogen. I talked really funny then. Therefore, I
found refuge during recess at the teachers’ lounge. Thinking
back now, I was probably chatty considering the fact that I
was disappointed that my friends couldn’t understand me and
went to spend recess talking to my English teacher.
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A few days later, I managed to find out her name and which
class she belonged to. Since then I was always aware of her
presence. How couldn’t I?! She just stood out from the rest
and I was particularly observant of my surroundings wherever
I went just to get a glimpse of her if she was present. I always
made myself aware about anything related to this girl. I found
out her phone number from the teachers’ lounge. Her address
from the phone directory book (yes, I browsed every number
one by one!)
Yet, I never spoke to her. I was too shy. I would stare at her
face with such affection and admiration of her beauty but turn
away whenever our eyes met. How silly! I was even feeling
frustrated when a rumour about her dating our schools’ soccer
ace began circulating. The sort of a typical love story that you
watch in an American teenage movie.
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Time flew and I passed the exam. The only student to pass in
the whole school. I was elated. I felt I had made my parents
proud. Indeed they were. Later that month, a letter came
offering me to skip Standard Four. My parents let me decide
but I can sense from their expression that they were happy and
proud if I took up the offer. I didn’t know what to do. I
couldn’t decide. Then, at the end of the week, I found out that
I would be classmates with the girl I had a crush on. I swiftly
decide to take the offer. Imagine my shyness!
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By this time, I was still the same kid who’s shy to even speak
to the girl I loved. It dawned on me that I can never get close
to her. So, I crafted a strategy to make her notice me. I came
up with a diary. A personal diary. I wrote in that diary every
encounter with her that I can remember; dated at an interval. I
described her beauty and my emotions. In my “latest” entry, I
wrote how I wanted to marry her when I was older.
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I left the diary there for a few days before I went back to the
class to retrieve it. One day, I purposely went out early from
my class nearing recess time and knocked on her classroom
door. A female teacher was standing in front; still teaching
something on the blackboard. I can’t recall what it was as I
was very nervous. I politely said that I lost a book and wanted
to search for it as I had “accidentally” left it in that class
during one of my afternoon classes.
I can’t recall how the book was handed to me, either I had
walked to her desk and searched for it or she went out and
gave it to me. Either way, our eyes met. I remembered being
nervous. But by God! She was cute! I took the book, threw a
nervous smile and thanked the teacher before I went off. Yes!!
I got her to notice me!
Despite all those efforts, I was still shy. I never went to speak
to her nor said “Hi” when we passed each other. The only
difference now was she noticed me too! As did her friends as
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well, seeing how they were teasing her. I was happy with just
that.
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That did it! I decided to enrol myself into the school hostel.
There were a few criteria I had to meet to be entitled for
hostel admission. Mostly logistic requirements. I faked the
information. Not totally, but just enough to barely pass the
requirements. I got my parents’ signature and consent. I got
accepted! I was never late for assembly since then.
The time during the period of junior high school was among
the sweetest memories of my life. During weekends, we
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played table tennis all night. Often in the form of team play
with the winner continuing playing and the losers’ queuing for
another round of competitive play.
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I was elected as the class president at the start of the year. Six
months later, the Students Representative Council election
was open for application. I submitted mine. Part of the
election campaign involved public speaking about yourself
and what you planned to do if elected. I was nervous. I had no
experience at all in public speaking despite being a student
representative during primary school. I wrote down my
speech and rehearsed it many times and hoped for the best.
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and hoped for the best. If I met setbacks, I would think and
plan on how to overcome them. Safely put, I could see where
I was heading, a few steps at a time. Due to my good results, I
was offered to study medicine in the United Kingdom.
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But one day, while juggling all the above activities, I was
assigned to be one of the delegates to the annual general
meeting of Malaysian societies around the United Kingdom
and Ireland. All of us - the delegates were in a virtual meeting
before we departed to the AGM location, just to straighten
things out and ensure that everyone remembered their part.
We then realized that we had missed to assign a representative
for one particular issue to be discussed at the AGM. One close
friend of mine was suggested as the representative. In a jolly
joking way, I tried to convince her to take up the offer by
imitating how she talks with her boyfriend (who is also a very
close friend of mine). There were no bad intentions on my
part whatsoever, no feelings of guilt. It was just a joke to me
to mimic her style of talking. It never crossed my mind that
such talk was hurtful.
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had discussions about the issues that I had and then she gave
some bring-home advice.
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The new place was more serene than the busy cosmopolitan
main campus. More like staying in Shah Alam near Bukit
Cerakah as opposed to staying in Kuala Lumpur City Centre.
By that time, I was not sure whether I had improved or not.
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time and a hot shower was available. I turned on the tap and
just cleaned myself thoroughly. I brushed from head to toe.
Hoping to wash away the fatigue, sadness and the bad
thoughts. I rinsed myself and let the shower run atop of my
head. Sort of to let my head warm up so that more blood could
go there and knock some sense into my brain. Probably the
cold weather causes less oxygen or glucose to be available to
the brain due to vasoconstriction which in turn causes the
sinister thoughts.
Within a few seconds after I had rinsed away the soap, I broke
into tears. I was sobbing like crazy. The last time I remember
sobbing like that was when my grandfather passed away. And
that was not as bad as now. The shower was running hard,
making some noise. It helped to mask my sobbing. The water
washed away my tears. I stayed there for a long time. (Since
everyone was busy with research). I was sitting under the
shower and hugged my knees. I cried and cried until I started
to feel tense at the middle point of my two eyes and all around
my head. I wiped my face, took ablution and returned to my
room. I prayed two rakaat and prepared myself to go out. I
wanted to get help.
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seem. I guess she just wanted me to flush out all the feelings
from my system. She had heard the story from before. But she
just sat there patiently while I did most of the talking.
After that was done, she began asking leading question. Just
before that, she explained that emotions are a result of a
thought process. It resonates with a conclusion I had in my
head. Most often the case, it will be a negative loop that
further reinforces that negative emotion. We began tracing
back my trails of thoughts. Starting from the situation, we put
everything in a list and explored its significance. To see which
one of those was the first step. To make it clearer, I will tell
you one example of things that we explored.
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That lasted for the first week. By then, it all came back
gradually. The terms that I forgot, I just filled the gap by
studying. I started learning new skills and ways to manage
surgical patients. I was sort of clueless at the start. At that
time, our operation theatres (OTs) were closed for renovation.
So we had to borrow other hospitals OTs for our surgeries.
New emergency cases would be sent elsewhere immediately.
Therefore, our case loads were less than our normal capacity.
That, in a way, was a double-edged sword to me. We handled
not as many cases as we normally do, so I could improve my
skills and knowledge to allow confidence to grow in me.
However, seeing less cases meant less opportunities to learn.
Having said that, we were able to cover all the basics required
by our training logbook with the current case loads. It just
meant that we had less opportunity to learn extra new
knowledge.
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“Rubbish”
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What I learned the most from him was the training to structure
my thoughts regarding patient’s care and how to approach a
symptom and disease; to make it simple from its inherently
complex form. Other surgeons also did the same thing but at
different venues. Multiple times I got scolded badly because
of my mistakes. But every time, I would always be taught how
to do it correctly. I felt less stress from such situations.
Side Note
A ward generally consists of doctors, nurses, ward
manager and support staff. The work of a doctor and
nurse is very well known to the public but the others
often left unknown.
The Ward manager handles all the administrative
paperwork and documents. Most often, he handles
confidential folders of patients admitted or discharged. To
retrieve a folder from the Archive, a doctor signs a
request form and either goes there directly or asks the
ward manager to take it with the help of the support
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I told myself that this was just something that will pass with
time. I just have to be patient. It will work out on its own. I
will develop my own work style. Common cases will be like a
breeze. I held on to those thoughts. A colleague of mine
expressed her concerns over my speed. Having done training
in many departments, she commented that I will have a hard
time surviving in the medical department. Probably that was
the first time I expressed my concerns to anyone. It was an
emotional moment, my eyes welled up but I managed to hold
back the tears. My colleague noticed it though. She was very
kind.
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The first two days, there were only five patients warded.
Later, new cases started to come in. That was my chance to
practice my history-taking. Certainly it was not easy. The
scope of information that the medical specialty is interested
was different than surgical. The structure differs slightly. So, I
was a bit slow. Well, probably slower than “a bit”. I took
thirty minutes to clerk a case. That was not good enough. I
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Once that was over, my extra time was used mainly clerking
new admissions and completing basic procedures of the
medical department. All of these were repeated each day.
Most often than not, I would end up going home around
midnight, just enough to grab a simple snack and a shower. I
was always grateful to my wife for preparing iced chocolate
(my favourite drink to unwind and destress) and various
snacks despite being an early sleeper herself. I felt supported.
I could see her efforts trying to accommodate me as much as
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she could. I just felt bad that I left home while she was still
asleep and came back when both of us were sleepy.
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“I am incompetent”
“I am incompetent”
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“I am incompetent”
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I slept for the day. Only to wake up for prayers. I didn’t even
eat. I felt powerless and everything around me moved as if a
clock with a drained battery. Everything was slow. My body
felt different than usual. My mind was blank; suspended
between reality and my ideals. I couldn’t understand anything
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For the whole week, I tried to rest and relax; watch movies,
travel to a quiet place nearby, enjoy coffee at a nice place.
That was pretty much all I did. At the end of the week, I went
to see the psychiatrist again. We agreed that I will resume
work once my time off ends. I didn’t mention that I wanted
more time since I didn’t want to give an excuse for myself
not go forward. Both of us didn’t mention about that
possibility. Everything continued on the premise that once the
time off given by my superior was over, I would resume work.
(Later I discovered that in PSY, patient takes control of their
treatment)
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That day moved very slowly for me. It was a Sunday. So the
pace was good for me. It allowed me to tune in and focus on
countering the negative thoughts. During the morning review,
I felt a sense of hate towards a case, especially if it’s
complicated. Again and again I kept telling myself to do
justice to the patient. So much so, I was mumbling to myself
and got noticed by my colleague. I thanked her for her
concerns. I later felt frustration as I felt hard to grasp the case.
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because I had built a rapport with her or how she phrased her
summary. But I felt that I could decide whether such a
summary holds true or not for me. She later taught me some
breathing exercises to calm myself down. We agreed that I
started a diary about my emotions and thoughts. (Apparently I
am an introvert of some sort) Another appointment was
scheduled for next week.
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The next day I went in, still the same story all over again. I
felt tense going in. I just ignored it. The thoughts were no
longer an issue. Only intervening when I was not doing
anything. But something felt not right within me. My
emotions, sense of vitality never really settled. I felt some
degree of emotional exhaustion. I could think of what to do
but I didn’t have the drive to do it, much less any enthusiasm.
I knew I had to eat but I didn’t feel like it. Once I did start
eating, I finished three servings. It was weird. I ate as though I
just wanted to eat not because I was hungry. I only thought of
it as a passing phase towards recovery. Like a boat going
through bad weather in an ocean.
The third day, it was a public holiday, the pace dropped down
to a weekend pace. I only realized it after I arrived at work.
But when I parked my car at the parking lot, I burst into tears.
On my way to work, I did feel a sense of reluctance. As if
forcing a child to eat his veggie. At least I treated it as that.
So, when I burst into tears, I was confused. It felt weird.
Being sad out of nowhere; no trigger; no warning. None!
There I was in my car, trying to stop the tears. After ten
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but I sat at one spot doing nothing. I just stared at the door
whilst the tap was running. I am not sure whether to describe
it as being lost in thought or loss of all thoughts.
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mother’s best friend. I had concealed that fact all the time I
was under him.
One thing that I did learn greatly from him was how to put
what happened to me in perspective. He provided me with a
framework on how to accept what had happened to me. And I
think that was a big step for me. To accept what had
happened. In fact, I was still in some sort of denial to
whatever I had experienced. I learnt it all from books but
never actually saw each symptom that I had from the point of
view of a patient. I was being a doctor to myself; trying to
make sense of the symptoms and to reach a plan of action by
myself.
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Ultimatum
For the first issue, when faced with something I didn’t know,
I will think of myself either as useless or incompetent. I
blamed myself if I knew nothing about the case. I blamed
myself and felt stupid for not knowing. I felt afraid that I
would do harm to the patient. These thoughts and feelings
then led to the conclusion that I was useless. That further
lowered my self-esteem and confidence. Usually, whenever I
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Side Note
Listening to a story is usually done effortlessly.
However, in this case, it proves to be quite a
challenge. First of all, the emotional attachment that
runs in the background. The sufferer had to face his
emotional self. Finding the courage to open up is one
thing. To be able to say it properly is another
challenge by itself.
Sometimes the message was sent in the form of
blame or emotional outburst towards something. The
listener can be easily swept into the flow and cause
their own emotions to be activated. That in turn
affects their understanding of what is being told.
Most often, not so explicitly. Especially challenging if
the listener is a stakeholder in the sufferer’s story.
Once the listener misinterprets the message, their
reaction will be equally misguided. That’s only if the
response was not emotionally laden.
I theorize that to deal with a sufferer, a listener needs
to take a lesson from the shahadah: the Islamic
confession or statement of belief. It started with the
word “la ilaha”; translated to mean “no other God”.
However, the actual meaning of it goes beyond that.
Since the subject “ilah” expressed in the form of
“ilaha”, the “la” that precedes it brings the meaning
of total rejection of anything related to the subject.
It requires the confessor to erase in his/her mind of
anything related to the points to be mentioned later.
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or gate to shut them out. (I did think of hypnosis but was shy
to pursue it)
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But far from perfect. As someone had told me: “to be happily
ever after is easy as 1, 2, 3… one year of honeymoon, two
years of arguing and three years of fine-tuning. Then happily
ever after.”
Side Note
I frequently saw that people always put focus on the
wrong issue in an incident or argument. One side was
looking at A and the other looking at B. For example:
Two friends of mine once argued about what is
considered as nasheed. The first fellow argues that all
music with a good message should be considered as
nasheed. The other guy disagrees, saying that such
classification is confusing and nasheed should be
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Before I went home for the day, the HO who took care of the
further most half of the cubicle told me that she will be off the
next day. She wanted to pass over her patients to me. Holy
shit! I started to feel panicky. Could I really do this?? To
whom can I fall on for support?? I managed to get my
thoughts in control. I told myself that today had gone very
well. I know more or less most of her cases. Only two that I
was unfamiliar with and I can read about it later at home. And
it’s just a one-day off so she will be back the day after. As far
as work was concerned, it’s only ten hours. I felt much better.
I managed to find the courage to face tomorrow. This is a
good chance to challenge my new self.
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been done. I was informed that the sample was just sent from
the ward around ten minutes ago. The fastest that I can get the
results is in another hour. Fine, that’s one task KIV for later.
The specialist came in for the morning rounds. It took us
around an hour to finish all the patients (she started working
today. Understandably it took a while since both of us are
new). Then the consultant came to do her rounds. That took
another half an hour. I was told to clarify certain information
that seemed a bit odd to her. I was unfamiliar with the dosage
of
EPO injection, so I didn’t detect that oddity during my
morning review. I was told such a regime was possible but
there was no documentation from where that information had
been obtained. One investigation result came back and I
showed it to the specialist for review. It just objectively
proved our working diagnosis. She ordered some alteration to
the patient’s treatment who was fit to be discharged. I noted
the addition into my tasks list.
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signs and symptoms. It’s just that we had been trying so hard
just now that such complications seemed worrying to me.
Since none of our ward support staffs were available to
accompany the patient, I stayed by her side; constantly
monitoring her condition and tried to appease her regarding
her experience just now. My tasks were left undone in the
ward. I told myself that I can’t possibly leave this patient
alone to wait for the film. What if she collapses? That was my
biggest fear.
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I was really angry and stressed. Just when you thought you
had figured out your flow, someone had to throw a stone in to
disrupt it. I told to myself: “it is okay…ultimately you are
helping a person. If you relieve a person’s need, Allah will
relieve yours.” Certainly, I hope that Allah relieves my illness
and makes me strong again.
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All of the other nurses were talking about the incident and
making comments about my colleague. Clearly they were
hurt by the statement. As much as I wanted to help, I was not
mentally capable of helping others. It’s one of the things that I
wish I could go back and do it differently whenever I think
about it now.
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Astaghfirullah…astaghfirullah…astaghfirullah…
That was all I could say for the next hour. My mind was trying
hard to come to terms with what had just happened. My
emotions seemed to have withdrawn into its Pandora box
again. I felt nothing other than a sense of disbelief over my
current state. Not that I hadn’t managed an attempted suicide
case during my working experience. In fact, I had many. Each
with different modes but the patients had survived. Then, I
just felt pity towards the patients. I feel like wanting to give
some hope to the persons who tried to kill themselves. But I
never understood their emotions fully. I never saw their
thoughts from their point of view; what transpired them to do
it; what do they feel. Now, I am in their shoes. After a couple
of hours, I was still in disbelief.
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Maybe I was; I can’t say for sure that I was not. In fact, I
wasn’t sure of anything at that time. If anybody dictated any
decision, I would abide; no emotions attached. This was
unlike my usual self over which I had lost control during this
ordeal.
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ensure all the concrete filled all spaces. No air pockets were
allowed. Or else, the base will crumble under intense weight.
We did similarly for the other side until we erected a
rectangular skeletal frame; without the walls.
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“Useless”
“constricted”
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the Quran). There was one particular story that I had learnt
before regarding the status of a mother.
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The problem that the mother had with her dying son was
emotional in nature. It wasn’t something explicit and
outrageous as often we hear nowadays. It was just a matter of
the mother feeling being less loved than the wife of the son. It
is not like she wasn’t loved at all. Rasulullah then intervened
by giving a “outrageous” instruction to the mother.
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The Quran reading went hand in hand with it. I was intrigued
by the fact that not much of such knowledge was made
known to the public despite it being the core of a person’s
character. One verse that I particularly liked was the surah al-
Kahfi: 68. It was one of the many conversations that had
occurred between the Prophet Musa and Prophet Khidir. Musa
was seeking someone more knowledgeable than him. Allah
sent Musa to find Khidir. Upon being requested to follow
Khidir on his journey, Khidir states that:
It was a great lesson for me. I had heard about the working
environment of a doctor before I even enrolled into university.
Was I still not informed? I have never failed anything in my
life. Was that the reason I couldn’t handle myself whenever I
felt I failed in keeping up my pace (perception of failure)?
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My time off was spent in such a way for the rest of the leave
given to me. Reading, watching or listening to lectures,
enforcing my daily routines and so on. I was arranging the
puzzle of my new inner self.
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Comrade in arms
It has been nearly three months since the last time I went to
work. I had submitted my application for a transfer to my
hometown hospital. It was a decision agreed to by my
extended family and my new psychiatrist. He opinioned that I
have a relatively higher risk of relapse at the same place if I
wasn’t ready to go in again. Certainly, I was not ready. Fear
was my main reason. Not fear of work but rather if things do
go wrong, I feared it would escalate.
Upset by the fact that I didn’t seek her help when I was in
trouble. I felt relieved. Someone did care about me. She was
the one who seemed to express her concern and not just
conveniently say “if you need help, tell me”. She really meant
it. She was so upset that a passer-by was looking; possibly
thinking that we must be a couple on the verge of breaking up.
She told me of several similar cases that happened in the
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Before his time off ended, we met a few times; including the
day before he returned to work. He shared his concerns about
the plan. I shared my prior experience with him I told him I
was confident that he would make it. I would be there to help
him if he needed. Just give me a call and I will come to the
hospital. For the first few days he worked, I texted him to ask
how he felt and his progress. I gave him some encouragement,
which also helped me to serve as my own confidence booster.
He was able to pull off and made a complete return to work.
I was told that there were two other housemen who had
similar experiences. One was long before I came in. I did get
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some advice from him when I was relapsing the second time. I
never knew he had experienced something similar. Actually,
reflecting back on it now, I could have suspected it. Well, I
was trained to pick up clues from someone’s speech during
medical school years. I guess I was in a mess at that time not
to notice such clues.
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The fated day comes; 20th January 2014, the date that I
decided a month ago as a deadline. The night before, I took
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I woke up at 5.30 am. Got prepared and went off to work after
I had prayed Fajr. I arrived at the hospital around 6.30 am and
punched in my attendance. However, to my surprise, a sudden
surge of emotion came out of nowhere. I got a panic attack. I
could barely stand in front of the foyer. I rushed to my car in
unsteady steps. Okay, let’s cool down a bit before going in.
It’s my first day so it’s normal to feel anxious. After an hour,
my state of mind became progressively worse. I felt very
faintish. Worse than what I had experienced before.
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I failed again! This time without even working. It’s a big blow
for me. Despite my preparation, my determination and peer
support that I had, I was nowhere near to working at the same
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But they did catch me off guard. They came over without
informing me and decided to take me home. They wanted to
try alternative medicine for a few times before I do resign.
They believed that was the core of my problem or they just
wanted to try everything. My father played his card very well,
he “asked” me to postpone my resignation for a week or two.
Just to give them a chance for the effort to bear fruit. I was
very weak to say no to that. How could I, as a son, say “no” to
that? I agreed with their suggestion.
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I had done several things throughout these two months (at the
point of this writing). I still keep in touch with my friends
from the hospital especially the one who was sick just like
me. Unfortunately, he had a relapse during tagging week in
his new department. I knew about it when I was having a
family holiday in the East Coast of Peninsular Malaysia. I
couldn’t return immediately for him. I knew well that each
relapse might be worse but I hoped otherwise. I advised him
to be patient with himself. Take small steps towards recovery,
at the least.
I returned home a few days later and met him for lunch. He
was in a messy shape; just out bed, alone and hadn’t eaten yet.
As if you just suddenly wake up from sleep and had to rush
out with minimal time to prepare. Indeed his sleep had been
affected. Almost similar to my symptoms. It starts with an
emotional battle internally, which later affects sleep. After
that, once you are sleep-deprived, your thoughts go out of
control and the loop continues.
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Since the system is still in its early phase, there were many
irregularities to the manpower available during the day.
Sometimes you have many colleagues but at other times, you
are left alone. It reminded me of my experience having to
cover ICU and CCU during my first week of tagging due to a
colleague having an emergency. It is scary! I felt so useless
and helpless. It’s a confidence issue really, rather than being a
knowledge issue.
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Side note
Having said that, I must applaud our senior doctors.
They had faced more difficult situation than ours.
They were always alone to take care of the whole
ward. This is another issue that I take great interest
in. What is really the difference between our
generation? What had we missed from our
training?
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someone had been there to share the burden of each step with
me before. This part, I think, won’t suit parents. I personally
want to be treated as an adult and be reasoned with. The
presence of the parents in this case, where dealing with
outsiders was concerned, may contribute negatively towards
the self-image of mine. A firm agreeable self-image is a must
to positively feed self-confidence.
The burden of the steps stems from fear and I think that’s the
core to all the emotions that are present in the sufferer. I know
I felt that way . Firstly, you fear what you want to say and
how. With depression, it is known that your ability to explain
yourself diminished. Worse if inherently you are introvert or
not much of a speaking person. You fear whether the other
person will understand or not. You fear their reply. You fear if
you said anything wrong, the course of action will be out of
your hands. You fear loss of control over your situation. This
is what I view as the internal environment of a sufferer. All
those fears later feed anxiety and diminish your self-
confidence.
Secondly, you fear meeting people who know you. You worry
about their comments, perceptions and actions toward
yourself. You worry that they will put a label on you and
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interpret your every action based on that label. You worry the
resulting actions based on that biased interpretation. You
worry about how you would react towards it. This on the other
hand is what I view as the social worldview of the sufferer.
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let his houseman talk albeit via his strong questioning style. I
guess it’s just his way to get the information.
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It will only teach to those who think.To think, you need your
honest reasoning mind to understand what you are
experiencing and find an answer. If you feel the problem
occupies your mind too much, don’t worry. That’s normal! In
exams, they only provide problems and leave us to find the
solution. If you can’t find it yourself, you can always peek to
the desk besides you.
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Fear sincerely and bluntly put forward what others may not
know or dare to tell you. It reminds you to be aware. It only
cares for your safety. So accept fear as normality. Once
accepted, fear won’t feel neglected and rebel to petrify. It will
be your friend and helps your body to perform efficiently.
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