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Of late, a lot of people has been making a fuss about what Aamir Khan has said about the medical profession on his show and how doctors are now blood-sucking creatures.


Whatever that needs to be said, has been said, both in favor and opposing the opinion that doctors are blood-suckers.

People will believe what they want to believe, and whether you do good or  evil, people will still talk regardless.



TV is there to entertain, and nothing is more entertaining than the distorted truth.

Of course there are bad doctors out there, and they stick out like a sore thumb. There is no excuse for unethical doctors and they don't last long as even their own colleagues will turn them in for the sake of their profession and their patients.

It's just unfortunate that these unethical doctors are the ones the public tend to remember and paints a bad picture of the medical fraternity.




Please do not generalize and please do not assume, as when you assume u make an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'.

My belief is that action always speaks louder than words; keep working hard and continue doing the good that you do.

Why should it matter what a TV personality says about my profession? It sure doesn't matter to the patient clinging to his life after a road accident and it shouldn't matter to you as you try to save them.



Doctors can't choose their patients, but patients can choose their doctors, and I pray that you find the good ones and expose the bad ones. For all our sakes.


Aamir Khan was not the first, and won't be the last to criticize our profession.

So at the end of the day, does it really matter what he's said?



Exactly.


So doctors, back to work.






We all wish to reach for the skies, but we often forget the ground we stand on.

We are told to observe & emulate our seniors, but the bad eggs are often too glaring to ignore.

Some senior doctors treat those under them like dirt, forgetting that one day those same junior doctors are the ones that will treat them when they can't no more.

The seeds you sow today will grow into the trees of tomorrow; may we never be arrogant doctors.

Never.

"Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending.
You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility."
- Saint Augustine
Congratulations to Batch 22,

Through the hardship of the past month, you have emerged victorious and now have the right to call yourselves Final Year students.

To those who didn't make it, have faith that everything happens for a reason, sometimes you have to do things twice to get it right; but if something is worth doing, then it's worth doing it right.

To those who are going for supplementary, the thought of going through it all again is often the biggest burden, but to quote Winston Churchill:

                                                             "If you're going thru hell, just keep going!"

Take a few weeks off to recharge, come back & be better than you were; you didn't make it not because you're no good, it's because God decided that the challenge was too little for you the first time.

If He has brought you to it, then He will bring you through it. Don't give up.

Happy holidays & make the best of your electives!






My Medicine lecturer / Cardiologist, Dr Punit Bedi, asked us to write about the pearls and pitfalls we've encountered during our time in Medicine posting, would just like to share some of mine.

To be perfectly honest, Medicine and I did not get along well when we first met back in 5th semester in Manipal. At that time, the pitfalls were many and the pearls came few and far in between.
I was very excited to have finally met with patients but the excitement was soon replaced with frustration as the language barrier and sheer volume of medical knowledge to be gained before any encounter with patients became meaningful. This continued well into my 6th semester as the random elderly Chinese gentleman with minimal command of Bahasa Melayu still posed the same challenges in language barrier.‘What’s your differential diagnosis?’ became the most dreaded question to be posed, especially so when my group mates had already rattled off the few diagnoses that was kind enough to pop into my head.
Came 7th semester however, things gradually but noticeably changed as the myriad pieces started to fall into place and history taking and examination became smoother. It was the change in attitude towards learning and more independent ward work sessions that allowed me the time to catch up. I loved the challenge posed by each case as not everything is straightforward but almost everything had a pattern; the beauty of medicine was that you have to really look and listen before you can purposefully act. One of the pearls came to me when my lecturer said the following words of wisdom,
 “The aim of history taking is not to come to a diagnosis, but to formulate the management for the patient; diagnosis may come at a premium and sometimes may not even come at all! But, the patient regardless, still requires treatment; that is the function and duty of a doctor”
It was also at this time I found the human heart intriguing with its various presentations screaming for attention when something’s not right. I sometimes do however feel guilty when a murmur is detected as the joy of detecting a finding but at the expense of a pathology borne by the patient conflicts emotionally and morally; how can the patient share my joy of finding a clinically significant pathology which is in his own body?
While clerking a leukemia patient, I too became aware of the dangers of radiation and was dismayed by my own country’s eagerness to delve into the radioactive rare-earths industry in the pursuit of monetary gains; no amount of money can blur the image of the elderly Chinese gentleman while he struggled to explain to me his condition through shallow labored breaths and fighting back nausea.
I loved my time in Medicine posting, as it was when things made sense and the time spent with people made it worthwhile. This is why I decided to become a doctor, to help people.

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