Misfortunes were pouring during the week just like the rain that poured in after a stretch of hot summer time. Then again, we in the tropics don’t really have summer well not actually. The tropics only have two seasons well actually three seasons – the hot dry season when draught is a common, the cool wet season when floods are a definite event especially in a country going through modernisation in a haphazard way with greed as the background and the third is the transitional phase that occurs between the first two season around the months of April and October when climates can be unpredictable just like the politicians we have, with strong winds and high tides rushing angrily towards the peninsular.

Life can be as such too. In fact mine was as such in the last one week – all the three seasons hitting me without mercy. Hopefully it had stopped as it looks like it is getting quiet towards the end of the week. I hope to see cherry blossoms then and pray they continue as the months come.To think about it, it actually has not been all that rosy for a few weeks now.

Well it appears that it just wasn’t only me but a few of us. Even my sister had a disheartening week. Patients that came were either very ill to start, some were about to go home and suddenly turn bad then for the worse within hours and others well and later developed complications. All this makes the day very stressful but is it a common scenario? I suppose many are reluctant to discuss such issues. My sister on the other hand, had to put up with 2 deaths of people close to her which brought back many sad memories for her. Well that is another article altogether.

Just yesterday, a 56 year old lady was involved in a motor vehicle accident and presented to us with communited fractures of her 8th to 11th right rib and 10th and 11th left ribs. She also had a deep laceration wound in her liver.She was also paraplegic from the event. She was talking when she arrived and this morning despite all efforts of resuscitating her, her pupils have dilated fully and unresponsive.

Then there is another personal phobia. A sense of dejavu. Would it be strange that all I have to do is have a moment and say something and trust me 80% to 90% of the time it would happen! I just wished it was the same for my social life but this only seem to occur in my work. So if it was a emergency splenectomy I wanted, then the chance is that within the same call or the next call, I will end up having one. It has reach a point sometimes where I seem to be able to predict what would happen next and lately it just occured the moment I tell my interns or medical officers. Hmmm! Maybe I should just keep my thoughts to myself!