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    Okay, time to update my journal.

    It has been almost 2 weeks, I'm now 54.8kg. So that means I've lost 1.60 kilos. That's like 6 bars of soaps! Eww..



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    Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun.

    I was lucky having the chance to be your sister. I'll be missing you a lot.

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    My deep condolence for your lost, mbok.

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    Our favourite song. I hope you are in peace now.


    Sendiri berjalan ditengah malam nan sepi
    kian jauh melangkah
    semakin gelisah

    sendiri termenung
    dilarut malam nan hening
    hatiku smakin gundah
    oh mata... membasah

    bayu dingin lalu
    dan bintang mengedip sayu
    rembulan menyuram
    tiada... terbayang.. harapan..

    sendiri melangkah
    dijalan remang membisu
    ku nanti engkau sinar
    bersama sang fajar

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    Thank you, Tuscany

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    mbak, yang tabah.
    nderek bela sungkawa...

    apapun itu keputusan mbak, jangan pernah menyesalinya.
    kakak mbok jamu pasti tahu, adiknya ini sayaaaanngg banget ama dirinya. *peluk*

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    Terima kasih, Ca. Iya, mbok sayang banget, kita berdua juga mirip. Kurang satu lagi temen mbok berdiskusi.

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    It has been announced, the company is moving its global business services to Kuala Lumpur. But my place is here, next to my hubby. Papi once said, husband and wife should never live apart when I told him I wanted to stay behind in the Middle East. So I never did.

    The redundancy of which might happen some time this year is probably the call to do what I love doing, working from home, for myself. I won't make much so long as I can keep the business going.

    Everything is temporary after all. Our lives, our roles.

    That is born will die,
    What has been gathered will be dispersed,
    What has been accumulated will be exhausted,
    What has been built up will collapse,
    And what has been high will be brought low.

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    freelance at freelancer.com?
    Popo Nest

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    Never thought much about death before. The first time somebody died on me was Tiki, my rabbit. Then Kiti, his sister. She died on my lap, on the way to the vet. I was brokenhearted. Couldn't eat for a day, never wanted to have a bunny in my life ever again. As with my family, I though we all would go to heaven together, hand in hand, NOT one by one like now. It's so sad. It effing sucks!!!!!

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    Another blood test, another scan. Looks like he is taking me seriously now after learning about my family medical history. Or was he scared? I wonder how doctors think these days about their patients. Do they really care about them? Or do they see them just as numbers on their paycheques? Do they really want their patients to get well? How many of them actually say "get well soon" to their patients? Or they don't say it because they know their patients will get well sooner?

    Billy Connolly found out that he had Parkinson's disease after a chance encounter with an Australian fan who was also a surgeon. He told the comedian to see his doctor right away as his gait suggested he was showing early signs of the illness.

    That doesn't happen to everyone everyday, does it? Did the doctor do what he did because he cared as a doctor or a big fan?



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    May I join here I want to practice my English, as I realize how terrible my Grammar now if you don't mind of course.

    About Billy Connolly and his fan who also a doctor. Imho, I think the fan did it because he cared. He's a doctor, so I think his instinct tell him that Billy is sick, and with a chance that the person he adore will got mad by the warning, he took a risk to told Billy about it and luckily, Billy took it seriously. While some doctors only treat their patients like an object, I do think there's still a lot of people who want to work as a doctor, because they want to help people
    "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come."
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    Quote Originally Posted by mbok jamu View Post

    Billy Connolly found out that he had Parkinson's disease after a chance encounter with an Australian fan who was also a surgeon. He told the comedian to see his doctor right away as his gait suggested he was showing early signs of the illness.

    That doesn't happen to everyone everyday, does it? Did the doctor do what he did because he cared as a doctor or a big fan?
    only a few doctor do the great job because they care about the patient. Most of them, just realize that they need money to buy a food.
    I have a friend, she is doctor. I was suprised when she says that she need money.. while she already have a big house and work in famous hospital on Jakarta, her husband is a doctor too.. I thought she can help people with a big heart, but I was wrong.

    I mean I know all of them still need a food, but when they still have a lot of money.. why not they just help without asking money in return

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    [MENTION=751]Hotelier[/MENTION]

    Don't worry about your grammar. Let's just write, who cares about grammar. Ha ha... It will get better as we go along, trust me.

    About the surgeon. Wasn't he there in the first place as a big fan of Connolly? I'd really like to believe there are still plenty of genuine people out there including doctors who really care about others. Or perhaps in doctors's case should they emotionally detach themselves to their patients to keep on going? It's like 'damn if they do damn if they don't, isn't it?

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    [MENTION=125]serendipity[/MENTION]

    I found this article, written by a medical student.


    Good doctors are those who genuinely care about patients
    ROBERT SPENCER | PATIENT | AUGUST 7, 2013

    Helpless. That is how I felt when my mother found out she had a fibroid the size of a cantaloupe living in her uterus. In my role as a medical student I might have dismissed the finding as nothing serious, telling my patient, “Don’t worry, it could be much worse.” But as a loving son I was not quite as cavalier. At first my mother resolved to ignore the fibroid, hoping it would shrink or go away on its own. It didn’t. Instead, it grew larger until eventually it pressed against other organs in her pelvis, producing a variety of uncomfortable symptoms. She gritted her teeth through bleeding, urinary frequency, and excruciating pain—until the night uncontrollable bleeding rushed us to the emergency room. It was there she realized a hysterectomy was her only option, and the following morning we began calling doctors. At the top of our list was a surgeon touted to be “the best.”


    Let me be clear about what I mean by the word “best.” This surgeon was highly respected among doctors, with technical skills that could impress the toughest critics. A legend in his specialty, he had operated on pelvic floors for half a century, served as the director of his department for over a decade, and been written up as a “top doctor” in multiple reputable publications. Patients flocked to him with all sorts of complicated cases, making it near impossible to book an appointment. Luckily, a family friend had an “in,” and we were covertly squeezed into his schedule.


    Dead silence permeated the waiting room as my mother and I sat, squirming anxiously in our seats, waiting for the doctor’s secretary to usher us into his office. When the time came, we passed through hallways decorated with numerous plaques and framed diplomas. We proceeded into his office, where we found ourselves captivated by the gorgeous view of the Manhattan skyline from his window. It was clear this surgeon had a stellar reputation with an office to match. This, we thought, was the perfect doctor for the job.


    Our awe was disrupted by an accusatory voice: “Why would anyone wait this long to have a fibroid removed?” The doctor entered the room without looking up, his eyes glued to my mother’s chart. My mother grinned sheepishly and began revealing her concerns about taking time off from work, the procedure’s risks, and the terrifying post-op stories she had read online. The surgeon smirked, fixed his eyes on his computer screen, and retorted, “You’re more than welcome to keep suffering.”


    “OK,” my mother said, gathering her things. She had heard enough.


    In 2010, Dr. J. Kevin Dorsey, dean and provost for the Southern Illinois University School of Medicine, delivered a commencement address in which he told the graduating class that as future doctors they would be judged not based on their medical knowledge or technical prowess, but on whether patients feel they care. “I ask only one thing,” he told the graduates, “When a patient comes to you needing something—care for them like you would care for your parents, your siblings, your children, your best friend.”


    Two weeks after deserting our highly coveted appointment with the hotshot doctor, my mother had an abdominal hysterectomy under the care of someone else. Unlike the other, this surgeon didn’t rush her out of his office, dismiss her concerns, or avoid making eye contact. She chose him because he insisted on explaining her procedure in its complexity, and because he rested his hand on her shoulder while warning her about the difficult recovery ahead. When she told him she was worried about having a scar on her abdomen, he validated her concern and promised to make it as small as possible. When she told him she was worried about being in pain after the operation, he reassured her that it would be managed with proper medications. Ultimately, he didn’t treat her as just another fibroid or a surgery to attack with cold steel. Rather, he honored her as a human being with real feelings that matter.


    Dr. Dorsey’s prescription may seem simple, but as a son and medical student, I’ve come to see firsthand that what’s simple is true. Good doctors are those who genuinely care about patients. No doubt they have meticulously scrutinized the pancreatic acini, loops of Henle, and intestinal villi. Some of them can even recite paragraphs from medical textbooks verbatim. But this type of intelligence, no matter how vast, is not what makes them good, certainly not “the best.” What makes good doctors rise above the rest is how they treat patients: they make patients feel like they matter. They have the courage to say “I don’t know” and show concern when delivering bad news. They act no differently than they would if it were their own mother on the other side of the scalpel.


    Not long ago I was asked to see a 59-year-old woman with frontotemporal dementia, a condition resulting in progressive deterioration of the frontal and temporal lobes of the brain. “She’s a good teaching case,” a resident told me. Because the disease had already spread to her language areas, she was no longer able to process questions, follow commands, or hold a conversation. She instead laughed at inopportune times and repeated nonsensical phrases such as “glad to know you” and “you have a baby.” After an abbreviated neurological examination and a measly attempt at talking to her, I turned to leave, when I noticed a handwritten card on her wall. “I love you, Mom,” it read. I stopped, suddenly transported to my experience with my mother’s fibroid. I quickly wiped a tear from my cheek, turned back and took a seat at the edge of the patient’s bed. She smiled at me and said again, “Glad to know you.” This time, I took her hand and held it firmly, replying, “Glad to know you, too.” And for the next few minutes I just sat there, listening to her as she mumbled words. Listening and telling myself how truly proud my mother would be.


    Robert Spencer is a medical student.

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    The results are back. I'm healthy. Yay! The doctor looked pleased saying that a lot of things that are happening in my life could have caused the stress. All results are good, in fact better than before. Perhaps better diet and no cigarette contributed to it? Dunno. I just feel relieved!

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    reading the story that you post makes me remember why i want to be a doctor. too bad it's too late now. maybe in another life.
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    Why is it too late?

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    i'm already 30 years old and i want to get married soon.
    time is a luxury for me. i cannot happily messing around anymore, trying new things as i please. i need a stable job and i already took a master degree in Information System Management.
    to become a doctor, i need to study at least 7 years, not including specialist. And while studying i won't be able to have a proper job, how can i feed my family then?

    i think i can be a "doctor" for computers. i'm actually quite good in customer relationship and support. may be if i have money, i will open an IT support company.
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    You're 30 already?? Get out of here!

    I guess it's a bit late then. You want to get married, your priority in life has shifted. Well, I hope you can start your own business one day. Definitely in Indonesia and perhaps you can take school leavers to become your apprentice. How exciting is that!

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    i don't want to live in Indonesia. after i finish my master degree, i'll be moving to singapore again.
    with indonesia's current condition, it's not a suitable place for me to stay and start a family. definitely not a good place to raise children. haven't you heard about the school curriculum?
    if i want my children to have a good education, i must put them in international school and it'll cost me an arm and a leg.


    btw, i'm still 29, going 30. i'll be 30 at the end of this year or like vicky said "29 my age now"
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