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  1. The Theoretical Doctor @[email protected] ·

    My FIRST SOLO Oncall Shift As A Floating Medical Officer

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    My first solo oncall shift was on the 17th of August 2025 a few days after I have completed my tagging period.

    I had a passive oncall on standby just in case things got out of hand, which is a good thing. However, I was adamant to try to survive on my own as if I only had myself and the specialist. Thankfully as well, it was on a weekday which meant I was able to reach out and ask for help if needed and the others would be able to assist if needed or advice me.

    As usual, morning rounds, followed by peri rounds. The role as an oncall medical officer of the day is to update the progress of the patients in the specialist’s WhatsApp group as well as to upload any latest wound pictures, if any.

    The day was rather busy with rounds and in between I would receive calls from Klinik Kesihatan (Community Clinics), usually requesting a clinic date. Thankfully, no referrals yet.

    After rounds, I headed back to the ward to complete any pending joblists before heading into the operating theatre (OT) for a patient that was awaiting her call to OT.

    During that operation, there was a referral from the Emergency and Trauma (ETD) Department, referring a case of laceration wound over the forehead for a 3 year old boy.

    The medical officer at the ETD was kind enough to assist in taking the bloods as well as admitting the patient. My colleague on the other hand came to check in on me after her day in the clinic and attended to this kid.

    After the first operation, the following case was called which was the 3-year-old kid. I have always enjoyed being in the operating theatre, or any hands on procedures.

    Despite knowing that I should be conserving energy, instead, I proceeded to carry on and after the second op, I entered an ongoing flap operation next door to assist.

    Another referral came for a laceration wound over the forehead for an Orthopaedic patient who was post-operative and transferred to ICU. Apparently, it was missed when the patient arrived at the Emergency Department as he suffered multiple opened fracture and was posted for operation immediately. Thankfully, he was intubated and sedated and I was able to perform a bedside toilet and suturing for him.

    By the time I was done, it was midnight. I went back to the oncall room to shower and change for the night. I would usually change into scrubs again if I were to be oncall, just to be on standby in case I was needed immediately.

    I did not sleep that night, it just felt wrong as the flap operation was still ongoing since 8am.

    I went in again to check in on them, however, I was not needed at that time. Thus, I kept a fellow colleague company.

    At 2am, I returned back to ward to complete the planned discharge of a patient and started my morning review. Thankfully, I did. In between, I was referred a new case of another kid who suffered another laceration wound at his right eyebrow. Thus, counselled the parents, obtained consent and admitted the patient.

    After that, I was requested to collect bloods or bags packed cell for the patient who was still ongoing operation. When the commotion was done, I returned to continue my early morning reviews.

    By 4am, I went back inside the operating theatre to check in on the ongoing operation. Technically, still far from done. Scrubbed in to assist with harvesting the skin for split thickness skin graft and refashioning of the affected limb.

    At 8am, we were finally done. The operation officially lasted for 24 hours. All of us scrubbed out and I changed out of my attire to return to ward and follow rounds.

    During peri rounds, a patient was called to OT and I entered organ as I dislike peri rounds. After the OT, all of us were just beyond tired and I went home for the day.

    No doubt, it was my first “solo oncall”, it did not feel lonely at all as since there was an ongoing operation, physically, I felt comforted knowing that there were people nearby and felt more like a slumber party instead.

    And the most important part… I survived it!

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  2. Inside the Red Head's Head @[email protected] ·
    Daily writing prompt Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it? View all responses

    I will give you three items from different points in my youth.

    Item number one: The stuffed animals.

    When I was a toddler I had two stuffed animals. One was a teddy bear and the other was a bunny. I think the bear’s name was Teddy (very original, Robert) and the bunny’s name was Bunny (even more original, Robert). I think I was four years old but it might have been five. I’m not sure exactly. Without any prompting from any adults or older children, I decided that I was too old for my stuffed animals. I took them into the kitchen and explained to them that I could no longer keep them around and dropped them into the trash barrel. My mother watched me do it.

    A year or so later I found them in a cabinet under the kitchen sink. My mother was apparently heartbroken watching me try to force myself to grow up (or whatever the hell I was doing) and pulled them out of the trash and hid them. She was worried that after a few days I would miss them and be a mess. If that happened she could pull them out of hiding and save the day. That never happened though. Once I found them I did keep them, but by then I was totally over them. I don’t know how long I kept them, but eventually they went away. I think the bear fell apart and the bunny was just worn out.

    Item number two: Huffy Thunder Road.

    I do not recall how old I was when these events took place, but it was definitely pre-teen. It was my first real bike. A Huffy Thunder Road. That model of bike came with a number plate. Most of them were number four. A lot were number 54. Mine was number 45, and I think it was the only 45 I had ever seen. I may have the 54 and 45 reversed, but I am pretty sure mine was 45. 

    I road that bike everywhere. One night I left it in my next door neighbor’s yard. After I had gone in for the night one of the neighbors kindly walked it back to our yard. After that, at some point in the dead of night, it was stolen. I was crushed. It was my fault for not putting it away properly, and that made it worse. My sister had recently graduated to a 10-speed bike so I rode her Huffy Star Spangler until I could get a new bike. My new bike was a 10-speed and it was the first actual mountain bike I had ever seen. It was MASSIVE. I never forgot about that Thunder Road though. I loved that bike so much.

    Item number three: Gibson Les Paul Deluxe.

    My first guitar was an acoustic guitar that had belonged to my Uncle. He gave it to me for my birthday in 1986. My first electric guitar was a cheap starter model (A Hondo stratocaster copy with one humbucker pick up) that I got for Christmas, I think also in 1986. My first high end guitar was a Gibson Les Paul Deluxe that I bought from Russo’s Music in Lowell, MA in 1987. I was 16 years old. That still counts as “youth,” right? 

    In December 1991 my friend Jeff the drummer and I were trying to start a new band. We auditioned a singing bass player one day. He was WAY too old to be in a band with us and he wasn’t very good, but he had a ton of fun, easy, catchy original songs and we had fun jamming with him one day. There wasn’t much chance of forming a band, but it was a fun day. Afterwards I drove home and was feeling pretty beat. I took my saxophone and my gig bag into the house with me (I was in music school at the time and was a saxophone major) but left my guitar and my amplifier locked in the back seat of my car. I planned on bringing them into the house, but I never got around to it.

    The next morning I went outside and found one of the back windows was smashed in and my guitar and amplifier were gone. A thief or thieves had broken into a bunch of cars on our street that night, including my sister’s which was parked next to mine. They hit the jackpot with my car. I still have not recovered. I freakin’ loved that guitar.

    There you have it. Three things I was attached to and what happened to them. Part of me is still wanting to get another Les Paul Deluxe. I think I want a Junior and a Firebird and a Standard with P90 pickups first, but a Deluxe is definitely on the I-Want list.

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