09 Feb 2007
Event one:Ever since managing the counter became less of a spin in the fog for me, I turned my spare attention to the treatment room besides the pantry. It is where the infamous thermage, the name of which spoken too frequently around the clinic, is carried out. My curiousity of how the treatment is like is killing me. I was so full of admiration when my fellow PSAs went into the room to assist the doctors in carrying out the procedure and was especially envious of a new staff when she was able to enter the room on her first day at the clinic.
Today, I was finally able to witness the procedure that goes on in that mysterious room. Dr Cheong did thermage on a staff working in the hospital. The thermage machine salesman was also there to give the doctor advices on working the device. It was a rare opportunity. I was able to question the salesman all I wanted to about the procedure, learn how to assist the doctor in doing the procedure and see how the doctor gets the job done. Thermage is quite a brilliant technology.
In addition to that, I assisted doctors in performing sciton on the same staff immediately after the thermage. Sciton is microlaser peeling, literally peeling away a layer of the skin where the laser is applied. It is extremely interesting to see how physics and biology unite in that procedure. There is just one setback in being there for the procedure: the occasional smell of burnt human skin is definitely not very pleasant. The laser would produce smoke, mixed with flakes of skin, along its track. The rather disturbing thought of breathing in human skin kept stirring in my head. :P
Nevertheless, I feel so happy that I finally got into the treatment room and it was FUN!
Event Two:
I wonder if the doctors who did the Sciton felt offended when the first thing the lady did after the treatment, amidst the doctors' caring words to make sure that she was well, was to ask who am I and thank me. Sciton is quite a painful process and I held her hands through out the procedure while assisting the doctors. I have heard stories of what significance difference such touch support can make towards curing and surgery, but I am amazed to see the stories coming to live. Warmth and support are really important to people ain't they?
Event Three:
Leona and June left the hospital today! SO FAST?!
Leona is a fellow temporary PSA who has been my colleague for only a week or so. Yesterday, the clinic manager called her to inform her that today is her last day. Boo! I become the most junior person in the clinic again! Oh well, I have only seen her for two and a half days to be exact, but it is really sad that she is going so soon. I have gotten used to her presence and I will miss talking with her about A levels and school.
June is other temp staff whom I met at the hospital. We first came across each other at the HR department on our first day of work. Remember we searched the underground maze of the hospital together, looking for the housekeeping department to get our uniforms. This is called 患难之交 :P She dropped by my clinic in the early afternoon to say goodbye. On one hand, I am very touched that she took made it a point to bid farewell to me; and on the other i am surprised by the second parting within the same day.
Hum. Will my contract suddenly terminates one day?
Event Four:
The results of O Levels is released today.
How come everyone knows that it is today when today is the day? Hum. Similarly, even though I didn't made it a point to find out when the results of A Levels are going to be announced, the news still gets to me. Very peculiar.
My mum called her friend to ask about the result of the daughter of her friend this evening. How efficient?! I wonder whether the phone of my house will keep ringing after the results of A Levels are let out.
Unless I have done well, wouldn't it be a torture having to admit my defeat again and again? And if I have done well, it is no less tiresome having to present my scores repeatedly and hear the similar comments like listening to a jammed radio cassette. All of a sudden I feel watched. I am watched by my teachers, my neighbours, my parents, my friends, my parent's friends, my parent's friends' daughters and sons...all those who know me. All of a sudden, it seems that my results are not just for me, but I must be accountable for them and I must be answerable to a whole bunch of people. Indeed, most of these people can do nothing and will do nothing no matter how good or bad my results turns out to be. Yet, they have to know. And from my stand point, it still means all the difference when I am presenting my results to them. Oh well, at least the results are not coming out over the new year. Can you imagine the results presentation being incorporated into the 拜年 program?
