Patience

Patience

I must admit, I have never been a very patient person. I didn’t realise I was such an “impatient” person until not very long ago when someone pointed out that I have a tendency to ‘interrupt’ people in conversation(!)  I don’t do so on purpose at all and infact was horrified when I watched myself on a family film once!! I think if I look at myself now, its more like “finishing off what people say” because I already know what they are talking about and they are taking ‘too long’ to get to the end point(!!lol- what a fiapoko  and impatient one aye!) Its mostly my own close friends and relies I do this too though, unconsciously and not so much random acquaintances.(so I know they forgive me because I LOVE them!!thankyou!! hehe) Yes I can be very polite and courteous, I think its when I am too much in my comfort zones that ms impatient dr jekyl my hyde comes outJ

Since getting married and living with the hubby and having kids, I have really had to learn to dig deep and work on my ‘patience’ skills. Its hard to know looking at myself whether I have managed to improve on that front but the hubby says I have. At work thought it’s a whole different story! In my line of work, at the public hospital, sometimes I simply don’t have time to be patient. When you  have 10 people breathing down your neck waiting for their “turn” sometimes I need to cut through to nitty gritty and stop people from exclaiming a million times how they have an itchy armpit in so many ways (at night after a shower when the wind blows etc etc) I just need to look at it, I get that it itches. I do try to do so in the most polite fashion possible but I have been known to literally put my hand out, and stop people midsentence (talk to the hand! Jks..nah when they just wont stop after I have asked) However , I swear some days my limits are tested to the MAX. I swear to the man above if another mum brings in her teenage daughter to complain that she is lazy  in a million different sentences while she (ms princess) sits there chewing gum and texting her friends (couldn’t care less) I might just have to fukislam someone…as a treatmentJ  Sometimes I waste 20 minutes of my breadth trying to find out if by lazy then mean sickly, unwell, is lethargic  etc only to discover that no, she  or he is just plain lazy and doesn’t ‘want ‘ to do fe’aus etc… but she is certainly “NOT SICK”  they are healthy, I might just have to prescribe get the h#*ck out of hereL OMG…people please don’t expect the Dr (or the teacher for that matter) to sort out your hormonal kids ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I have no skillz for that except a look that says WTF

Other things that test my patience….. crying kids who are very sick whos mum sent them in with a neighbour/housegirl because she is busy at work/shopping/at a faalavelave…are you serious…I wish we had cyfs here in Samoa…arrest them all I say (!)

 People who come and exclaim they just need a prescription but they don’t need me to check them over because they already know what they have , the fofo said it’s a “toalamumumatesilailugamuli”

Fofos who rush patients to the hospital literally dying or recently deceased (giving us next to 0 chance of helping them) and then proclaim loudly outside with the gathering of mourning family that it was the hospitals fault (uhm can we pass a law please to prosecute these people??)

OK..need to stop there because I can feel my blood pressure rising.  Lately I think Ive been impatient because I have felt helpless a lot. I thought once that I cried a lot because I was hormonal, hello my youngest is turning 3 soon so I think I am way out of the pregnancy post preganancy hormonal excuses. Now its just too much emotion. You came too late = cant help you. You chose not to return before = cant help you. You couldn’t be bothered and threw away your medicines= cant help you. Your child was low on your priority listas you had too many faalavelaves and got sick= cant help you.  People, the first step to the new improved you or your kid, is to take accept that you must first help yourself (or your kid) . And not help yourself last . A family rushed in with a kid today with a football of a boil on his tiny little thigh.Obviously he is was in a lot of pain. He had written across his thigh  with a marker “IESU”…(ie this was the treatment he was getting the last few days ) last time I checked, the man above was not giving out miracles. He was also not at our beck and call and we can not command him to ‘fix’ something.  I do believe, that it was with his help that Medical people do what they do. I know I would not have survived medical school without him and goes the same for many many other medics out there. They do what they do with his help because of  a passion to serve. To help other people (or at least most do or should do!!) I do believe that through us his work is done, and people should start realising that.  We are not Aliens or Atheists…

Ok, I should stop now pei ia ua off on a tangent le mea le ua ou alu I ai!!Ok, ive got my fingers crossed I get the mothers weekend off away somewhere nice!!Til then CIAO(myrantandravefortheweekJ )