Injury

This little year-one-boy is running in school compound one early morning. His grandfather is the school guard. When i arrive in school, i heard his grandfather scolding him for running and sweating in the early morning. I gone into the office. It was around 6.55 am.

Around 7.20am, a teacher saw a group of students running towards the office and off he goes to see what happened. The teacher ran back after a while and told me a student had blood on his head. I grab the first aid kit and went to see.

He fell down on the cement floor during a chase and had half of his face covered with blood. His grandfather came running with a cane on his hand. He canned and scolded his grandson who is still covered with blood and crying. I'm quite shock that he didn't put the injury in priority. I only figure out the size of wound after cleaning the blood on his face. I gave a quick bandaging and send him to the nearby Klinik Desa with a colleague. I guess stitches were needed on the wound.

A nurse attended his injuries and gave some treatment. After that, the boy was given some PCM, Vitamin C and some yellow solution. The nurse said that stitches were not required. After we went back to school, i explained all the medications and remind the guard to open the bandage only after 3 days.

The second day i came to school, i saw the boy with the wound, uncovered. I don't know what the hell these parents are doing. I've explained and reminded him not to open the bandage in 3 days. It was not language barrier, i spoke Iban the other day. It is not possible he can't understand "after 3 days".

Today the boy didn't came to school. I think the wound started to swollen by this time.

Meeting an ENT Specialist Doctor

I arrived in Sibu on Friday afternoon. At 4pm, I went to see an Ear, Nose and Throat Specialist at Rejang Specialist Centre. I had suffered some nose problems two years back in KL and now it is getting worse. I went for a specialist instead of a medical doctor because I know I'll get a better and accurate treatment from the specialist. I had with me one hundred and fifty ringgit and think it is sufficient for a normal treatment.

The Indian doctor smiled to me the moment i step into his clinic. I told him what happened and he asked a few questions. He told me to stop using aircon, keep warm at night, keep house clean of dust, and void prawn, shells and various kind of seafood. "HOLD ON!", I told him. "I stop eating seafood for a short period or long period?". "Depends on situation, it might be life time." Damn it! Going to miss all the nice foods! How on earth I can resist a plate of deep fried prawn in front of me later? He concluded the problem as a nose allergy.

He took something which I can describe it similar to a weilding typo. He put the long tiny pipe gun into my nostrils and pump some weird liquid into it. The nurse beside pass some tissue papers to me and asked me to wait outside before doctor call me in again. So I went out with a wet eyes and nose.

Waited a while, the nurse called me in again. I sat back at the same chair. This time, the doctor hold another "somthing" which looks like a camera with very very long and tiny pipe. This time he put the thingy "into" my nostrils! It is a camera. I can view the inside of my nose in the TV right in front of me. The feeling was like my nose being raped. Doctor push the camera deeper and deeper and it feels like getting raped more and more. If he wasn't a specialist then I'll probably file a sue.

At the dispensary, the nurse taught me how to use a nostril spray then give me some medications. Paid RM192 with my credit card since the cash i brought is not enough. The whole meeting was nice, except for the "raping". Going to come back in a month.

Motorcycle accident

It was a rainy Thursday afternoon. As usual, I ride my motorcycle back home after school. When i reach Minah junction, i tried to slow down the motorcycle by using both the brakes at the front and the back. Unluckily, the brakes didn't work like usual. The slippery road turned my motorcycle to one side. The motorcycle "flew" away and i seconded. I lose control of everything so i just let myself roll on the road. I rolled for three rounds before i stopped and hit my head hard on the ground.

As what people said, God close a door and open another window. In this incident, he open 3 windows for me. First, I'm lucky there are no other vehicles passing by that might run over me and get me killed. Second, I was lucky to wear a tough helmet that really protect my head during the knock. Third, I'm not injured during the accident. I had my right leg feeling weak for one day.

First hand news of fire burning

SUNDAY, 12 July
Happened to be in Sibu today. Grandmother called and tell that there is a fire at a nearby house. I hurried to the house and saw the fire right opposite of the house. 2 units of Bomba vehicle is parked beside the road. Local Civil Defence also send one unit of their firemen. No one was injured during the fire. After i leave the scene, i called the Sibu Red Crescent and asked them to send in some relief item.

Photos to follow up.

Colouring competition of Bank Rakyat

The 5 days old kitten

Observation

Today I had another session of observation on my Year 4 Malay class by honarary headmistress. Teaching went accordingly and smooth, nothing too good or too bad. For me, it was just another session of class like what i normally do.

This is the interesting part, the comments. She commented that teacher should find the meaning of the vocabulary and tell it to the students and not asking them to find it by themselves. She meant that it is not right to let student use dictionary in class. Then she got a little problem with the sitting in the class. I let the students to sit around the teacher's desk and teach like what tuition centre is doing it since i had only four person in one class. She say that is not the correct way of teaching. Students should sit according to the sitting plan.

Then she recall back and said that she had a book on BM teaching 20 years ago which she thinks is very nice. She say she will find the book back home later and pass it to me for my reference. Oh my GOD! 20 years! Everything had changed since the past 20 years.

For teachers out there, be glad that your headmaster doesn't keep you in a museum. Now I'm stuck inside a museum gallery, still finding my way out.

Kudios!