Did you remember when we were still together?
Falling asleep, turning ups and down during the class
in our first year?
We sat in first and second row
We stared, sneaked glances towards each other
Like magnets, attracted to others in a mysterious way
Never occurred in our mind that we would be trapped in such
deep, long way friendship and had emotional bonds
Or even sleeping in messed up ways while being all nighters for the exams
Books, papers, blankets and snacks scattered in the corners
We were bonded by the books in the beginning
First year. Time to learn to fly
Several college activities passed by
Somehow we always met there,
putting our best efforts to present the campus events
we worked harmoniously
Wait, no. At times, we also had the quarrels like lovers
Day by day, we began to do the works in sync
See that? We already settled in one frequency,
You knew my likings, I knew your preference
We matched, like the pair of missing puzzles
Felt like a whole
Second year came in no time. The game of life began
We kept working in the same projects,
Yet at the same time we worked for individual preferences
The clocks ticking by
We still had the get together times,
Sharing all the laughs and stories
With no restrainings, no boundaries
We started to miss each other presences
And felt relieved only to see other faces for minutes
Between the crowd of schedules
The third year ruthlessly jumped. The moment you realized your life is not actually yours.
Papers. Final exams. Researches. Hospital round preps up.
The deadlines. All blend into our scattered brains.
We hardly spent the days together.
Together as in, really together.
Except only for the classes. The professional stuff.
No more bunch of late nights study group, or sleepovers.
Only late night visits between the dorms
stayed still to strengthen the thinning, almost non-existing bonds
Who knows that we would be still sticked together, then cruelly apart for miles away?
Because He made us met,
and He also the One who created such a `farewell` between us
Because He wanted us to realize,
where there is beginning, there will be an ending
But no, dear you
You and I are not finishing the journey, just yet
We are just separating for a moment,
Let the time will tell
It’s almost going on the second month of my rotation in Internal Medicine, which also combined with out-of-town duty, pulmonary division, cardiology division. Now I’m in Cardiology Intensive Care Unit, with monitors around me beeping continuously.
The most stressful one? Almost all those days were. Haha.
The most memorable one? Probably when I was in Bangil hospital.
At first, I felt disappointed to be placed in the same hospital, because previously on my Gynaecology rotation, I were there. I wanted to find another experience in other hospital. Eventhough it wasn’t an unpleasant rotation, it was quite hard to find food in Bangil. Food were pricey, and not tasty. I spent quite amount of money only for a week gynaecology rotation, not to mention I ate noodle frequently. Totally unhealthy.
So the first rule for me when I knew I was to be placed there again for internal medicine: I should cook for myself.
Yup. Three weeks ago, I brought rice cooker, some dried food, sauce, soya ketchup, packs of tea, and others. I decided to play ‘the survival games’ since I was going to be alone, well along with only one male internal medicine resident there.
Let the rules of life begin.
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The Four Maskerteers -Pulmonology
Don’t expect anyone to understand your journey, especially if they haven’t walked your path.