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Aku dengan surgeon…

1)mcm ada satu allergic reaction (speaking medically)

2)mcm ada bad karma (speaking mystically)

3) insert ur own…could not think of any more phenomena where two things (in this case homo sapiens) just could not, would not, reconcile or exist in the same space within 10 miles radius.

Minggu itu minggu renal.

Belajar pasal kidney, belajar pasal loop of henle and countercurrent mechanism, belajar pasal acute and chronic renal failure, balajar pasal glomerulonephritis.

It so happened that for renal week all the lecturers were so lazy to make the trip to the uni, that all of us, poor students have to make the trip to John Hunter Hospitals ourselves.  All the lectures that week were held in John Hunter Hospital (JHH).

Because the lecture would start at about 12.30, me and Miss B went to the hospital early so that we could perform our Zuhur prayer in the JHH meditation room. Nak tunggu solat baru nak bertolak dari rumah mmg tak sempat, dengan parking space mcm kangkang kera.

As we were performing the prayer, somebody from the outside tried to open the door to the meditation room but it just would not budge. I did not recall whether me and Miss B might have locked it.

Aku pun tak khusyuk sgt nak solat sebab tahu ada org kt luar nak masuk tapi tak boleh masuk. The meditation room was not meant to be locked.

So fine, lepas solat, cepat2 kitorang kuar from the room. And we saw a big guy (arabic looking) with two cruthces under his arms,was waiting patiently outside the room. He was wearing blue scrubs and the blue headscarf. I smiled at him, kesian tengok kaki dier cedera and kena pakai cructhes semua. I closed the door and quickly walked away (we were late for lectures).

Tak sampai 5 langkah, tiba2 the big guy called out to us. I turned around, puzzled and a little bit exasperated at being waylaid. I was, after all, 5 minutes late to lectures and there is nothing more I hate than being late to lectures. Aku tahu tak derlah org teringin sgt nak stare kt aku pun bila aku masuk lecture hall, but still aku rasa self-conscious…so aku slalu cuba avoid being late.

“Yes?” I inquired, politely.

“Did you lock the door to this meditation room?”

Gulp! Aku memang serius tak ingat aku pernah lock the door. Seingat aku, aku just masuk mediatation room, amik wuduk and terus solat…tak der plak aku play around with the lock at the door.

So aku pun denylah. “No, I did not. Why?’

Laki tu mmg nampak annoyed super dengan aku.  ” I could not get into the room. It’s locked.” Accusation rang in his every word

What he meant to say: Habis tu? Apsal aku tak leh masuk meditation room ni? Kalau bukan ko yg kunci, siapa lagi? Hantu?

The thing is, mana aku tahu!! Maybe even sebelum aku masuk lagi, the door is already in a ‘locked’ position. Kan aku dah cakap aku tak wat! Tak percaya sudah! Who cares! Aku rasa cam, hah menyesal aku senyum kt ko! Menyesal nak kesian kt ko.

Tapi lidah aku kelu! Tak leh nak cakap! Aku dah janji tak nak gaduh kan. Aku tengok kt Miss B, mana tahu dier ader idea caner nak deal ngan mamat ni.

“You need to call the security. And tell them to come and open the door.”

Lagilah aku hangin! Aku dah lewaaaatttt!

“I need to call the security?” What I meant to say was, Apsal plak aku yg kena call security?  Ko yg kerja kt sini….ko tahu number security apa, ko tahu caner nak call switch suruh sambung kt security, ko ader pager number semua. Telephone pun kt sebelah dinding tu jer. Apsal bukan ko jer yg call?

Tak ke lagi efficient kalau dier yg call? The thing is, aku tak tahu number secuirty apa. Kalau aku call switch, aku mesti kena letak pager number sumer…aku mana ada pager! Gila!

“Yes, you need to call the security!”

Waagghhh…tensionnya. Feeling reaallly out of sorts, aku pun cakap, “Okay, I don’t know the number.”

Muka aku mmg confuse. Aku tak faham kenapa dier, a Muslim guy, berkira sgt dengan aku, a Muslim girl. Kalau yer pun salah aku (but it actually was not) takkan ko tak boleh telefon sendiri…you have every equipments and every knowledge to do so efficiently and quickly. Berkiranya! tak gentleman langsung! Hiys!

It was at the tip of my tongue to tell him that….tapi aku senyap jer. I was like, sabar Afiza, mulut tu jaga. Kerana pulut santan binasa, okay! Ingat Jane, Ingat Kelly, ingat jgn marah2 lagi!

That guy pun cakap number apa nak kena call sumer.  Kitorang pun angguk2 and blah konon nak cari telefon. I was so relieved when he was out of my sight.

On the way nak gi lecture, aku ngan Miss B berbincang,

“Okay camner nak cari security ni? Kita dah lewat….apa kata kita buat tak tahu jer, kita gi lecture. Kalau dier tunggu lama sgt nanti, pandai2 lah dier call sendiri kan!”

Tapi aku rasa bersalah. Aku cuba pikir kenapa dier tak nak call sendiri. Maybe sebab dier cedera kot…so susahlah dier nak call security? Agh, tak logic…kaki ko yg cedera bukan tgn. Setakat nak pick up the phone, tak luak pun ATP (read: energy).  Hmmph!

Tapi sebab rasa bersalah punya pasal, kitorang cuba gak cari telefon and punched in the number yg dier kasi tu….tapi engage.

Shrugging off our shoulder, we went straight to the lecture, thinking that, well, at least we tried kan!

Aku wonder adakah lelaki ni doctor or surgeon…tapi setengah2 nurse pun pakai scrubs jugak kan!  Kalau setakat nurese or attendants jer, aku tak takut sgt. I was hoping, tolonglah jgn kata dia surgeon.

Next day, lecture kt JHH lagi….

Kali ni aku solat sorang. Aku betul2 take note yg aku tak sentuh langsung lock at the door.

Tengah solat tu, aku dengar ada org buka pintu, and then dier tutup balik pintu. Hati aku berdebar nih. Siapakah yg tengah menunggu?  Kalau Balqis, mesti dier masuk straight jer…. Muslim guys dlm bacth aku pun Mr. N and Mr. M jer.

Please God, not the big guy with scrubs and crutches.

Bila dah habis solat, aku keluar bilik menunduk pandangan jer (semua org yg tengok aku mesti ingat aku ni alim jerrr….)  Tapi disebabkan akuk menundukkan pandangan ke tanah, aku dpt nampak kaki yg dibalut seluar biru and crutches.  Sympathetic nervous system aku terus melakukan tugas dengan efficientnya. Aku tak pandang mana dah, straight jer aku jalan, blah drpd dia.

Next day…lecture kt JHH lagi….

Aku rasa calm and collected. Takkanlah aku berjodoh gila dgn mamat arab tu sampai tiap2 hari nak jumpa dier kan. Lagipun hari tu lecture habis awal, and aku tak payah guna mediatation room kt hospital. Boleh solat kt umah jer…

Aku rasa tenang jer….mesti takkan bump into him anymore.

Tengah hang out kt cafe untuk minum coffee….tiba2 aku nampak the familiar cructhes with their owner’s face kt meja across the concourse. Dier tengah bergelak tawa dengan doktor2. Confirm dier surgeon and not just a lowly nurse. Aku terus pandang tempat lain sebelum dia perasan.

My thought at that time: Apalah masalah aku ngan surgeon2 ni? I can’t wait to learn orthopaedic next week. Tak nak datang hospital dah. Aaaarrrghhhh!!

Memanglah medical community ni sikit…alih2 ko jumpa org yg sama jer….

Next week, Orthopaedic week di Uni…

Aku dah lupa dah pasal mamat arab with cructhes tu…biasalah orthopaedic ni blajar sikit nyer banyak. Ridiculous amount of work! Minggu paling dahsyat so far.

Sebab aku ni konon nya nak rajin lah kan….aku duduk second row. Dahlah second row, depan aku tak der org plak tu.  I applause my own courage. Bagi aku, ko nak tanya apa pun tanyalah…kalau aku tak tahu aku jawab jerlah tak tahu. Malulah sekejap, tapi who cares kan!

Bila lecturer masuk…

jeng jeng jeng!

Guess who?

Yup! That guy! Kali ni dah tak pakai crutches…dier guna cane plak. Jalan dier nampak masih terhenjut2.

I was like… Oh ground, please open up and swallow me whole.
Please please. Dahlah aku sorang Muslim student wearing the hijab at that time…Miss B was lucky because she missed the lecture for her clinics. Aku rasa takottttt!

Caner kalau dier kenal aku ? Caner kalau dier sengaja nak malukan aku and tanya mcm2 soalan yg susah? Mcm mana kalau aku tak leh jawab? Apalah malang sgt nasib aku dpt orthopaedic surgeon yg ini sebagai lecturer? Arghhhhhh!! Mesti dier bengang, tunggu security tak kunjung tiba.

A chinese girl that I alway hang out with, Yani…she knew about my story with the surgeon. Dier gelak tak leh nak control lagi. AKu dah takut time tu…tapi muka aku buat neutral jer…kang surgeon tu lagi perasan.

At one time, dier mmg tengok straight kt aku….I almost stop breathing. But nothing happened. No thunder in the sky. No flash of lightning! No earthquake! Most importantly, no shots of questions.

Fuh!

It was the longest hour of my life. When the lecture was over…. baru aku boleh bernafas properly….

As I walked out of the lecture and was on the way home, aku terserempak lagi dengan dier yg tengah jalan ke parking lot. Yani kt sebelah aku dah senyum. “How come u always bump into him?”

I was asking the same question. The very person u want to avoid is always the person who pops up sudden like.

Aku tengok jer dier berjalan terhenjut2 ke arah kereta dierr…I gave him and invisible good-bye wave.

Hope I will never see u again. And I hope by the time I will be doing my surgical rotation next year, you would have forgotten all about me.

Moral of the story: Betapa keciknya the world of medical professionals! Jgn cari masalah ngan org!

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