Breakfast. Finally.

This week was a weird one. We had holidays on Tuesday (Deepavali) and Thursday (Awal Muharram), not to mention the usual weekend break. Unfortunately for me, I was not able to get much break until the Thursday as I was on call both on the previous Sunday and Deepavali Tuesday. And the call had been hectic.

I started my rounds early this morning - I was not able to get much sleep last night as I was interrupted by phone calls and could not get back to sleep. I ended up watching football instead - many draws from what I can see. So, when I returned home starving, Anita had prepared me a brunch. It had been a while since Anita had managed to cook for me. She had always been busy with the kids. For the week, all of us stayed at the apartment, so we had more time to ourselves, and it saved me from having to travel far for work being on call and stuff.

Looking forward to a relaxing day and weekend …. and it was only Thursday!

The Mess Had Started

We hardly been to the apartment for a couple of hours, and the messing up had already started. Initially in their games room, but Idlan was afraid of staying alone. He therefore dustily brought the whole to the lounge, and it would be a headache getting it all tidied up later.

We decided to leave it be overnight. The maid would be coming to the apartment tomorrow - she was given a day off yesterday instead of on Sunday. She stayed with her sister in town overnight.

Leave the mess be I should say. And let plan on what to do on Saturday afternoon after I had done my clinic. Hopefully no rain ….. one can only wish. Happy Saturday all!

To the Apartment

It took us a while to get the packing done. And then, there was the small matter of dinner and groceries for the apartment. The baggage was still in the van, and it would take at least another half an hour of unpacking before we could settle down.

The boys took their time to finish their dinner, so we decided to split up. Anita went to sort the groceries out. By the time we were done, it was close to 10pm. Luckily our apartment was only 10 minutes away.

After a bit of heavy lifting, we unpacked and about to settle down. I need a shower .....

Post Call Blues

Post call had always been a mixed bag for me. I have been a doctor for 15 years now, but there was no hiding that bit of elation when you knew that your call was over. Slight change though in private practice as you were still in direct charge of the patients you admitted, but at least you could sort of like predict why the next time your phone ring. And you knew that it would less likely be from the Emergency Room.

So, the call last night was OK. Most of the admission came during a more sociable hours. One ICU admission, but the patient was pretty stable once there. But I still felt that lack of sleep come the afternoon after. At least there was no clinic this afternoon, and I was doing some paperwork, as well reading up on the latest gossips and news.

It looked like it was going to rain soon. And that would mean horrendous traffic jam again. I couldn't go to the hospital any earlier than 3pm as the road I used would pass in front of Sri KL, and there would be rows of parents picking up their children just after three. The traffic? Forget it. These affluent folks were really bad when it came to being gracious on the road. In fact, they tended to be the worst …..

So, I had to wait for a while at the apartment before I drove back. I think it would take me an hour and a half to finish the rounds later. With a bit of luck, I would reach Gombak before Maghrib. And then dinner, and a bit of sleep hopefully.

Chilling In

After a rather busy afternoon, the admission rather slowed down after I returned to apartment for a shower. So, I was caught in two minds. Should I go back to the hospital and hang around the lounge or just chill out at the apartment. With the breeze outside - it was raining heavily earlier in the evening - I felt just like killing time at the apartment rather.

The only problem was, I was rather starving. They were a few microwave dinner which Anita had stocked up in the fridge, but I felt like having so,etching different. How I would murder a bigger or two. McDonald's was just a five minute drive away, but I really couldn't be bothered.