Hmm, I have to say, it's been a pretty emo weekend for me. I have no idea why, don't ask me. Maybe it's cos of the things we did.
On Saturday, I went to Ang Mo Kio- Thye Hwa Kuan Hospital to visit this guy whom my parents happen to know. He just got a stroke recently, and is there for recuperation. He used to be a dentist, but I think after this stroke, he can't go back to his profession anymore.. his fingers just won't move. In fact, he can't move the whole of his right side. As I looked at him and held his hand, I just felt so sad for his mother. His mother is a truly respected woman, a lady of integrity, kindly and caring. But she has 4 sons, and out of the 4, 1 passed away of cancer several years ago, 1 had a heart-attack just late last year and shockingly passed away (we're still reeling from that shock), and this 1 just had his stroke. Out of the 4, only 1 is now fully functioning. It really is quite sad.
Back to this man whom we were visiting. His wife was there with him, and she's semi-trained in TCM. My parents, having seen some extraordinary success cases, suggested that they bring him out for acupuncture. Not really sure what was the hospital policy, we decided to ask the doctor if we could bring this guy out to see a Chinese sinseh. Understandably, the doctor didn't allow us to bring him out to see the sinseh, cos she felt we couldn't handle it. But the patient's wife asked if she could go see the sinseh and get some herbs to bandage up the man's ankle cos he had sprained it a few days ago during physiotherapy. The doctor had suggested some painkillers,but the wife said politely 'hmm, painkillers will only ease his pain, but won't help the injury to heal quickly. can we bring him out to see a chinese sinseh?'
The word for sinseh that she used was yi1 sheng1, which also means doctor. At this point, the young female doctor snapped: 'i'm the doctor here! what do you want?'
Sigh. So sad. I think maybe that's why social work emphasises so much on having a therapeutic relationship, and having a partnership where we work together with a client to help them. I can't believe the doctor was so imposing of her power on the patients, and just swept everything that the wife said with 'i am the doctor here!'. It's so incredibly disempowering.
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On sunday, I found out some stuff that I didn't really want to know. Suddenly some things fall into place, but in a sense i'm a bit hurt that I didn't know this beforehand. Sometimes I really do wonder how much I am trusted, or am I just trusted for some things and not others?
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To all my friends out there, I'm sorry if I haven't been having time to spend with you guys. Trust me, I really miss u guys. I really want to have lunch with you, or eat dinner with you. I don't know wat's up with me.
I wonder if I bit off more than I can chew. I'm just trying to keep my head above water amongst all the things I have to do. 6 modules, video project, church work, drum class, and the Reach expedition meetings.
For now I'm surviving, and I believe my capacity is increasing.
As CPT Low used to say:'CAN BE DONE!'
On Saturday, I went to Ang Mo Kio- Thye Hwa Kuan Hospital to visit this guy whom my parents happen to know. He just got a stroke recently, and is there for recuperation. He used to be a dentist, but I think after this stroke, he can't go back to his profession anymore.. his fingers just won't move. In fact, he can't move the whole of his right side. As I looked at him and held his hand, I just felt so sad for his mother. His mother is a truly respected woman, a lady of integrity, kindly and caring. But she has 4 sons, and out of the 4, 1 passed away of cancer several years ago, 1 had a heart-attack just late last year and shockingly passed away (we're still reeling from that shock), and this 1 just had his stroke. Out of the 4, only 1 is now fully functioning. It really is quite sad.
Back to this man whom we were visiting. His wife was there with him, and she's semi-trained in TCM. My parents, having seen some extraordinary success cases, suggested that they bring him out for acupuncture. Not really sure what was the hospital policy, we decided to ask the doctor if we could bring this guy out to see a Chinese sinseh. Understandably, the doctor didn't allow us to bring him out to see the sinseh, cos she felt we couldn't handle it. But the patient's wife asked if she could go see the sinseh and get some herbs to bandage up the man's ankle cos he had sprained it a few days ago during physiotherapy. The doctor had suggested some painkillers,but the wife said politely 'hmm, painkillers will only ease his pain, but won't help the injury to heal quickly. can we bring him out to see a chinese sinseh?'
The word for sinseh that she used was yi1 sheng1, which also means doctor. At this point, the young female doctor snapped: 'i'm the doctor here! what do you want?'
Sigh. So sad. I think maybe that's why social work emphasises so much on having a therapeutic relationship, and having a partnership where we work together with a client to help them. I can't believe the doctor was so imposing of her power on the patients, and just swept everything that the wife said with 'i am the doctor here!'. It's so incredibly disempowering.
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On sunday, I found out some stuff that I didn't really want to know. Suddenly some things fall into place, but in a sense i'm a bit hurt that I didn't know this beforehand. Sometimes I really do wonder how much I am trusted, or am I just trusted for some things and not others?
_______________________________________________________________
To all my friends out there, I'm sorry if I haven't been having time to spend with you guys. Trust me, I really miss u guys. I really want to have lunch with you, or eat dinner with you. I don't know wat's up with me.
I wonder if I bit off more than I can chew. I'm just trying to keep my head above water amongst all the things I have to do. 6 modules, video project, church work, drum class, and the Reach expedition meetings.
For now I'm surviving, and I believe my capacity is increasing.
As CPT Low used to say:'CAN BE DONE!'
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