As the cute bouncy little tigger is getting ready to take over duty from the hardworking Cow, I want to wish each and everyone Peace and Happiness every second, minutes, days and years of your life, cheers 
平安, 快樂
新年快樂
The reward of being a Nurse is that we are given an opportunity to touch peopl’s life and help them when they are in need. The most rewarding is not in monetary form but our patient showing their unwillingness to part with us!!
Recently a few of our patient who has been warded for quite a long period (ranges from 10 days to 3 weeks) showed their affectionate side on their day of discharge, 2 of them had tears in their eyes when they bid farewell to us, one of them really cried and refuse to leave the ward (she is someone who is mentally challenged, so it was a BIG surpirse to us when she refused to follow her mum home). Another patient whom my colleague called up after her discharge to ensure that she is alright, her daughter answered the call and she” lodged” a “complain” to my colleague, saying that her mum has grown so fond of the nurses in our ward that everyday she is asking her to bring her back to the ward to visit us
It was really touching and rewarding to witness this kind of scene, no amount of money can buy this kind of precious moments.
Just to tell my colleague “am so proud of you all, keep up the good work and continue to shine”
Cherios!
Read to the end, you will laugh just picturing it happening.
I love the thoughts she lives by!!!
I didn’t break the elastic…
Don’t break the elastic!
In April, Maya Angelou was interviewed by Oprah on her 70+ birthday.. Oprah asked her what she thought of growing older.
And, there on television, she said it was ‘exciting…’
Regarding body changes, she said there were many, occurring every day…..like her breasts. They seem to be in a race to see which will reach her waist, first.
The audience laughed so hard they cried. She is such a simple and honest woman, with so much wisdom in her words!
Maya Angelou said this:
‘I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.’
‘I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.’
‘I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.’
‘I’ve learned that making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as ‘making a life.’
‘I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.’
‘I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back….’
‘I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.’
‘I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one..’
‘I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.’
‘I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn..’
‘I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.’
Please pass this on…
If you do, something good will happen: You will boost another woman’s self-esteem..
Have a nice day!
My Ward staff did a Book Review presentation 2 weeks ago, the title of the book was “How Full is Your Bucket” by Tom Rath and Donald O Clifton.
In this book it mentioned no matter how brief your interaction is, it has the power to affect your relationship, health and productivity.
There are Five Strategies to increase positive emotions
Benefits of Bucket Filling
-your workplace will be a lot more fun and happier
-you will have more friends
-your colleagues and customer will be more satisfied and engaged
and you will be Happier, Healthier and on your way to longevity!!
Don’t waste another moment……
A bucket, somewhere……….
is waiting for you to fill it……….
If you are interested to know more about this book, you may visit this website:
=================A True Life Reflection================
Dear Pals
Received this touching articles from my fren, read on but before reading get your tissues ready
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4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. ‘cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have fail to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my kid, and failed to be the dad and mum for my kid.
There was one particular day, when i had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child.
With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home.. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the ‘problem’…. a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet and blanket!
Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation:
“Dad, I was hungry and there wasn’t any more leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But i remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence i turn on the shower and used the hot water fro! m the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till u return. But I forgot to remind you ‘cos I was playing with my toys…I am sorry Dad…”
At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks…but I didn’t want my son to see his dad crying…so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the showerhead on to mask my cries….
After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son’s room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy….
A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he! is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.
However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regrets. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son’s absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn’t to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, ‘I am sorry, Dad’. But after much probing, I realized that it was a ‘Talent Show’ organized by his school and the invite is for every student’s mummy and that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy…..
Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. ‘cos he makes me proud too!
Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It’s winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every passer-by…xmas carols and frantic shoppers….but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day’s work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn’t help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, ‘ I’m sorry, Dad’ and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.
His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy.
My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: ” But why did you post so many letters, at one time?” My son’s reply was: ” I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once…”
After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say….
I told my son, ” Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promis ing that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldn’t help opening one of the letter before they turned to ash.
And one of the letters broke my heart….
Dear Mummy,
I miss you so much! Today, there was a ‘Talent Show’ in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our! own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why havent you appear?
After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. ‘cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife…..
For the females with children:
Don’t do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime ma! y not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of your little precious.
For the married men:
Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients.
Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable.
Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.
Singapore sent a medical team to Padang on 3 Oct,the team comprises of 3 doctors and 4 nurses from Tan Tock Seng Hospital (TTSH). The team are based at Pariaman hospital, from my previous experience, when the local get news that there’s a foreign team treating patient, they will certainly come and seek treatment. Hope the team out there take care of themselves so that they could reach out to more people.
Kudos to Team Singapore, let our Singapore Flag fly high.
An Excellent Read
I arrived at the address where someone had requested a taxi. I honked but no one came out. I honked again, nothing. So I walked to the door and knocked. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a prink dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets..
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated’..
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy’, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice’.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued. ‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now’
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ she asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said.
‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
Life may not be the party we hoped for,
but while we are here we might as well dance.
The month of October is our In-House Quality Month, there are a series of events and activities planned leading up to the Grand Finale which will be the “Annual Quality Convention”.
The 1st to kick start the leading up to the Quality Month is the Debate 2009. We had the qualifying round today, the motion of this round of Debate is
“ALl Medication Errors is PREVENTABLE”. Teams were drwan into Proposition and Opposition to fight it out. The enthusiasm shown y the various department and staff is tremendous, from forming the team to coming out with team name. Indeed some teams were creative in naming their team, e.g:
Fiesty Angels-”we are angels but we will fight where patient safety is concerned” (excerpts from the team who called themselves Fiesty Angels)
SOC JACK-why SOC JACK?? coz the members were from SOC “J”, “A”, “C” and “K”, so witty!
It is not so much of winning the debate and progressing into the next round, it is the involvement in the preparation and also the “fight it out session” that matters, am sure staff had learned through resesarching and preparing for the debate.
will insert in some photos to share the exciting moments with you again
“every 60 secs spent sulking, angry and unhappy is 1 minutes of Happiness wasted”
This is so very true! Whether or not we are happy is totally up to us, in other word we decide our own mood feelings, nobody can decide for us. People may do things not up to our standard or likings, if we are able to control our emotions or feeling, we will be happier. It is easy to blog in this page on controlling our emotion and feelings, but it is not easy in real life. I am one big failure when comes to controlling of emotions and temper, i often succumb to the situation and reacted negatively. Hmm, think must go search for Guru to teach me on curbing my temper or maybe i shld go hide myself up on Bukit Timah Hill to meditate… … … hehehehehehehe
sorry, this entry is just a spontaneous entry in response to the 1st sentence “60 secs spent sulking or unhappy is 1 minutes of happiness wasted”
