Medical Internship #2

The past few weeks, I’ve been with 2 doctors, namely Dr Angelito Reyes and Dr Adelina S. Lim. This post will be mainly about my perceptions of them as people, not just as doctors. Dr Angelito Reyes is a internist-pulmonologist and Dr Adeline Lim is an anesthesiologist. Both them, remarkable doctors.

Dr Angelito Reyes was known by his colleagues as the man who does gives many free consultations and charges the least despite his high positions in the administrative side of the medical profession, as well as being known to have one of the best practices in the city. In the week I was with him, he left the home about 7am and usually came back 12-1am. He does rounds in 4 hospitals, head of ICU, head of emergency department and chief of clinics in another. On tuesdays, he drives 2 hours deeper into the province to give cheaper consultation to the people there. He’d go home after about 12 hours and 65 patients, while many of them are free of charge. The thing is, you’d think that a man like this has to have no time for family or a wife right? Well surprisingly, he manages to defy all odds and become a family man as well. Oh if only you could see how he kisses his children and wife everyday, you’d never think that he’d be a doctor who is barely home. He is someone I want to be in terms of relationships and how he handles it. I’d say he’s lucky because his family supports him everyday. His children tend to wait up for their dad to come home to accompany him while he eats his late dinner. His children come to visit him in between consultations and they wrestle a little or hug out the love a little. His wife, whom also is a doctor, in fact is a pediatrician, sends him lunch everyday. She is a wonderful woman who made a huge sacrifice to leave her practice to tend to her family’s needs. She is monumental to her husband’s growth as a practioner and a lover.

Dr Adelina Lim was known by her colleagues to be a “terror” but a great teacher. You could tell in this halls of the hospital that people fear her. From junior doctors, to the nurses, they stand at her attention and give her the respect due. In operating theatres, she scolds people because of the littlest of reasons and the atmosphere becomes tensed. But, soon you realize, she does it for your own good. She does it so that whoever she crosses paths with in the ORs may develop themselves as medical professionals. Towards the end of the operation, she tends to become happier, and show care to everyone in the room and may even occasionally spill some jokes that crack up the room. She might seem like a monster at first, but don’t be quick to judge because people who have worked by her side know that she’s probably one of the most caring people you’d meet. She sponsors many children’s school fees and even go on medical missions. She really married her profession to give others a good life. She may have the riches but she’s alone at home which makes me sad sometimes. But I end up feeling happy for her because I know that she does good with her money and time. She helps strangers and her loved ones. Surely, she’s an angel in disguise of someone tough, and I am sure that Jesus is smiling favorably on her.

I have chanced upon many other doctors, specialists, perfusionist, nurses, assistants and surgeons but I would really like to give them a little more of the special place in my memories.

Hopefully one day, I become a good balance of both 🙂

“Stay kind. Be a kind doctor who remembers who this profession serves.”

medical internship #1

I had the pleasure of shadowing many surgeons and Doctors of various specialties this past month and I am humbled.

In general, I got to be guided through open heart surgeries, spinal surgeries, laparoscopic surgeries, c section and got to interact with hundreds of patients.

In the following weeks I will be more detailed in my posts about my experiences and what I have learnt academically and clinically.

wardolf, I

I want to be a queen in an empire of my own.

No, please don’t misunderstand.

I don’t want to be in control of everything;

not even myself.

I want to be able to carry myself well, regardless of what I wear.

I want to smile at my enemies and not even break a sweat in fear of them.

I want to be able to be graceful, taking life one step at a time, with carefully thought out steps.

I want to be beautiful, to strangers but more importantly to those who love me.

I want to be radiating light and admiring life around me, hectic or not.

Just like a queen, I want to be a great master of my choices and actively live them without regret.

Just like a queen, I shall be a part of something bigger than myself,

King or no King.

thank you, really

Thank you, for the late nights and the laughter.

Thank you, for all the stoning moments and helping me realize I have a bad girl side of me.

Thank you, for opening my eyes to the beauty of different people.

Thank you, for driving me places I have never been to before.

Thank you, for the whimsical moments of pure innocent romance.

Thank you, for letting me try durian despite my parents’ wishes.

Thank you, for the cuddles that made me feel safe.

Thank you, for pushing me out of my comfort zone and feeding me so much.

Thank you, for the surprises on normal and special days.

Thank you, for trying to be close to my family…

that really meant a lot to me.

Thank you, for being my happy youth love.


I’d thank you for the sad things too, but I’d love to only have happy memories of you.

I’m finally just smiling when I accidentally remember you.

Breast Ironing

Carried out all over the world, this traditional practice is done on girls who are about to have developing breasts. This is usually carried out by family members, by using hot metals such as hot spoons, to press on the tissue to suppress its growth.

This is done with the intention to prevent their children from attracting men to have sexual thoughts about them, thinking of it as an act of protection from rape, early child marriage and sexual advances. However, some of the intentions are flawed and made to be methods of punishments to their children. In recounts from girls who came out of the closet, it was found that parents would iron their breasts to threaten them. Parents use this as a form of manipulation, even if it was not intended at first. (There are some breast ironing video links at the end of this post.)

Thought we should respect traditional practices, this practice however violates human rights as these practices are clearly harmful, yet forced upon children against their will. This practice not only obviously brings about physical pain to the child, but also traumatizes them. Breast ironing can lead to breast cancer, cysts and depression etc.

The huge problem with this is that there isn’t enough official statistics about this as it is usually done secretly and so there isn’t enough education about this matter. Girls who had ironed breasts would not even know that they have been abused and might even think of it to be a usually practice to coming-of-age children.

Mutilation of the human body is odd, but actually quite common. This can be tied to female genital mutilation(FGM), which is a procedure to remove the clitoris and other external parts of the female intimate area as it was thought to some as an act of becoming a woman (How I Survived Female Genital Mutilation).

Even in so called “advanced” countries like my own, Singapore, these practices of female circumcision still exists and can be even done while the child is an infant (FGM in Singapore).

Videos to watch:

What is Breast Ironing?

Accounts of Breast Ironing

“My mum ironed my breasts aged 13.”

Wikipedia: Breast Ironing


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