Liebe geht durch den Magen

Was kochst du am liebsten? wenn ich gefragt werde, was ich am liebsten koche, dann setzt das zunächst einmal die banale Tatsache voraus, dass ich mich tatsächlich in eine Küche stelle und selbst Essen zubereite. Dann aber folgt die nächste Frage - warum und für wen eigentlich? Darüber haben wir hier an dieser Stelle schon öfters nachgedacht und natürlich ist es auch etwas besonderes, wenn man sich ganz für sich alleine etwas kocht, das einem dann einen besonderen kulinarischen […]

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Intelligence Without Humanity Is Useless

What did you believe as a kid that you now realize was absolute nonsense? I grew up believing something a lot of kids get fed like it’s gospel. If you’re “book smart,” you win. Full stop. My brother had the grades, the vocab words, the smug little teacher nods. I had the message drilled into me early. He’s smarter. You’re just… here. Turns out that belief was absolute nonsense. Being book smart doesn’t mean you understand people. It doesn’t mean you know how to live. It […]

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My Signature, On a Plate

What’s your favorite thing to cook? I usually pause before answering. Not because I don’t know, but because the answer is deeper than just a recipe.It’s the dish I come back to when life feels busy, when I need comfort, or when I just want to feel at home. It’s the one I make without thinking too much—letting my hands guide me. A pinch of this, a splash of that… sometimes it works perfectly, sometimes it doesn’t. But it’s mine. Cooking for me is never about impressing […]

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The Only Dinner That Never Lies

Daily writing promptWhat’s your favorite thing to cook?View all responses Here’s the thing. I don’t have a favorite thing to cook because I’m a foodie or because I watched some idiot yell at risotto on cable TV. I like cooking one thing because it works, it’s cheap, it feeds people, and nobody complains. That thing is spaghetti with meat sauce. Not ironic spaghetti. Not “elevated.” Just spaghetti. The food equivalent of a middle finger to culinary pretension. Spaghetti is […]

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My New Year’s Eve – 2025

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31st December 2025. I was NOT oncall.

It was a Wednesday and it was a normal working day. Hence, at 7:45am, I left to work as usual and was there by 8am. It was the New Year’s Eve. I thought that maybe, just maybe, there would be less patients in the clinic.

The day started off smoothly. Surprisingly, there were many patients who came for their follow up followed by additional patients (the defaulters and walk-ins) but it was manageable. We went about our day, seeing each patient and when lunch time came, we went for our lunch break.

At 2pm, we went about our work, seeing patients as usual and I was taking my time with each patient. The patient load in the afternoon shift was lower compared to the morning shift and both my colleagues were done with their patient load.

Suddenly, a staff nurse barged into my room saying that there is a massive accident that just occurred nearby, 2 patients were already brought in and 2 more were on their way. They called in all available doctors (which were only the three of us) to help out.

I told my colleagues to head out and help out first while I rushed through the consultation of my final patient. After that, I rushed to the tiny Emergency Room of the clinic. My colleague who was oncall on that day was already attending to a child. I went over to the other patient, an old lady and did my primary survey and fast scan.

She was desaturating badly under room air and needed oxygen support. She had an open skull fracture, multiple abrasion and laceration wounds over her face, upper and lower limbs as well as rib fractures and on top of that, her left leg appears shortened and she has a closed fracture over her right lower limb.

I didn’t think that we should proceed with an x-ray at our clinic even if we had the facility at that time, the best would be to send them straight away to the hospital because she could deteriorate further any time. Thankfully, her GCS (Glasgow Coma Scale) was full.

I was focused on my patient, stabilising while referring her to the specialists of various specialities as well as the emergency physician that when I finally got ready to transfer her out that I noticed the child that my other colleague was attending to. The child’s right arm was crushed and the distal limb of his right arm was pale and his right lung was obvious till mid-chest.

Just how in the world is he still awake? The poor child was crying out in pain…

Judging by the state of his and my patient’s injuries, it was definitely high impact.

The story was, the whole family were travelling back from Miri to Kuching. Both the parents were sitting in front and the father was driving whilst the two children and their grandmother were sitting at the back.

The father claimed that he was not speeding but as he was about to make a u-turn at a junction, he claimed to have hit the curb and the car turned many times into the other lane before finally stopping and the grandmother and one of the child were thrown out of the car.

It sounded like a very high impact collision. Thankfully, the parents and the other child were well and unscathed.

We had to transfer both patients in two separate ambulances to the Red Zone of the Emergency Department at Hospital Bintulu as one ambulance could only transport one patient at a time.

Upon arriving, I met my colleague and friend at the Red Zone of the hospital. After we have handed over to the medical officers and specialist in the Emergency Department, we headed back together. However, upon reaching back, there was another patient who came in who was extremely tachypnoiec.

Oh, here we go again… Another Red Zone referral…

We stabilised the patient and referred her to hospital again. The clock was already showing 10pm when we left. The journey to the hospital takes about 45 minutes to an hour for each journey and the both of us have yet to have our dinner. This time, I choose to accompany her for the referral, mainly for emotional support and also in hopes of stopping by McDonald’s to get a takeout.

Yes, we did stop by McDonalds after sending the patient safely to the hospital and yes, we used the ambulance and went through drive-through.

By the time we left, it was already 11pm. The journey takes around 45 minutes to an hour and it was raining heavily. At this point, I was wondering if we would end up celebrating New Year’s in the ambulance.

Me and my friend ate in the ambulance on the way back while we joked and exchange oncall stories. Thankfully, we reached a little before midnight. The day was completely unexpected, not to mention tiring but it was nice to have spent it with a friend.

It’s still the beginning of 2026, so if I’m not too late, Happy New Year!

If you are travelling anytime soon or in the future, do drive safely, stay within speed limits especially if it is raining. Remember to get your car and tyres checked before any long distance journey and NEVER drive under the influence.

Stay safe always!

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Lazy Days As A Medical Officer

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Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?

While I’m at work, I’d be looking forward to returning home or towards my off day. In contrary, while I’m at home or on my off day, I’d be thinking about returning to work.

Do you feel the same way?

Previously, as a House Officer, I’m used to the “one off day per week”. Whereas, as a Medical Officer, weekends and public holidays are granted off days, except if you’re well… oncall and that depends on your current department as well as some departments require you to put in a half day shift during weekends or public holidays.

I’d say for me, considering I live alone and I don’t even own a car here in Sarawak, I’m pretty much lazy and unproductive to the point I get restless sometimes.

That’s counter productive as rest days are meant to make you feel… rested, right?

Thus, on my off days, since I’m an early riser, I try not to disturb my circadian rhythm by getting up at the same time as usual every morning, partly because I forgot to off the alarm or somehow, my body clock just wakes me up every time.

To feel so-called “productive”, I’d do some studying with my morning coffee till I well, lose my focus, then I start wondering about lunch and start cooking, handwash my clothes because I’m too lazy to walk downstairs with a bag of clothes and finally doze off for my afternoon nap.

I’d then wake up in the evening to have dinner and pack my essentials and bag for work the following day before finally, retiring to bed early.

I really need to be more productive during my off days.

Even me writing this just sounds too depressing.

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I SURVIVED My First Month Of Tagging As A Floating Medical Officer

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Thank God. Seriously.

I started my journey on the 21st of August 2025 and officially off-tag on the 14th of September 2025 after my last tagging oncall shift.

Technically, it was not a month but 3 weeks. Nevertheless, a very tiring 3 weeks with every other day oncalls and one sick leave in between.

The tagging oncalls were every other day (EOD), this meant an oncall shift followed by postcall and the following day is an office hour shift only to be followed by oncall again.

Overall, it was a mixture of fun and tiredness. My sleeping schedule was definitely off as I am usually disturbed in the middle of the night as the time I am usually able to sleep peacefully is during my postcall shifts.

Thankfully, I always had a senior with me to guide me. Thus, every referral I received, I would discuss on the management plan with them. It was mentally challenging as well as the learning curve is extremely steep for a junior medical officer such as myself.

Having completed my tagging period, I am still at lost in terms of management especially for extremely complicated cases. Thus, I find myself running to any of my seniors or the specialists.

Am I confident now though?

Not really. Less terrified and yes somewhat a tad bit confident than when I initially begun. However, just a tad.

The fear is still there as I just do not know what to expect on the types of referrals I will receive during my call.

Some things just don’t change. The fear that I felt during my House Officer days are still there and at times, I wish that I could just simply disappear run away from the issue but doing so, does not help.

Thus, the only solution for me is to dive head on into the issue and call for help whenever needed.

If any of you are experiencing this, just know that you are not alone and sometimes the feelings felt internally just can’t be expressed properly either via words or verbally.

If you are showing up everyday despite feeling this way, you are doing a good job. Take comfort in that as it is not an easy thing to just do. Sometimes, showing up daily in itself is a hard task.

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My First Tagging On-Call Shift As A Floating Medical Officer

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My first tagging oncall shift was on a Sunday with a fellow medical officer I knew when I was a House Officer in General Surgery. Back then, he was having his attachment in General Surgery.

Just like a House Officer, we had to undergo a period of tagging.

In the Department of Plastics and Reconstructive Surgery at Sarawak General Hospital, I had to undergo a tagging period of one month, every other day (EOD). This is because, I am a newborn medical officer with no previous experience in General Surgery (as a Medical Officer).

This is an advantage as I would be able to learn as much as I could within a span of 1 month. However, it was also a disadvantage as I’m afraid, I would be burnt out mentally and physically considering the on-calls were on every other day (EOD).

“I can do it. If others could, I could too.” , I repeated this mantra to myself but the learning curve is going to be an extremely steep one.

During my first tagging oncall, thankfully, it was with a fellow senior colleague who I was rather comfortable with.

We started with our morning ward rounds followed by passover and peri-rounds. After we were done, we went back to the ward to settle our pending job-lists followed by lunch.

As a tagging on-call medical officer, the first call would be to me for referrals. After which, I would discuss with my senior and proceed to see the referred patient together. After reviewing our newly electively admitted patients, pre-op rounds with surgeon and demarcating the op site and pre-op meeting, we went back home in the evening and returned at night together for our night reviews which we updated in the Department’s WhatsApp Group on the progress of certain patients. Incidentally, a patient whom we were awaiting for op was called into the operating theatre and the operation ended at 2am. Finally, we returned home for the night.

I was nervous of course as I usually get anxious easily. However, I took my shower and headed to bed.

My phone was kept beside me in case I were to receive calls or referrals. At 6am, I returned to the ward and started our morning reviews as well as prepared for our morning rounds.

Since, it was a Monday, it was morning ward rounds, handover and peri rounds as usual. However, since I was still tagging, I was expected to stay till 5pm or to join the ongoing surgeries.

Thus, my first postcall was spent in the operating theatre assisting till 6pm. However, despite the ongoing operation, I excused myself to return home and rest.

The following day will be another one, thankfully, not oncall but within office hours.

Thankfully, it was a good call with a fellow senior that I was comfortable with in terms of approaching in regards to my doubts which was undoubtedly, many.

I can only hope that I would be able to survive this whole month of tagging.

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I rise through the grace of Yeshua

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As the first rays of sunlight pierce through the shadows, I rise with the grace of God. It is a miraculous feeling, knowing that the Creator of the universe knows me by name — that He sees not just my exterior, but the very essence of my spirit, my heart, my fears, and my purpose. How incredible it is to be known and chosen in a world that often feels chaotic and disconnected!

Reflecting on my journey, I am reminded of the moments when God’s grace pulled me from the depths of despair. I once lived in the shadows, unaware of their cold embrace, wandering through life with a heart burdened by regret and anger. The darkness I was enveloped in was so consuming that I couldn’t differentiate between success and emptiness. It was only through the lens of self-discovery that I began to unveil the truth — the delicate balance between light and dark.

The Bible teaches us that “I know my children,” and during my darkest hours, I felt this profound truth emerge. I was a victim of lost dreams and stolen destinies, a soul burdened by anger and regrets I did not choose to carry. I cried out in desperation, yearning for a sense of connection, for a spark of divine light to guide me through my confusion. My nights were often filled with tears, a symphony of longing echoing in the vast emptiness of my heart.

But just when I felt utterly broken, when I thought my spirit could bear no more, His mercy found me. It was as if a gentle breeze had whispered, “You are not alone.” In those moments, when I felt most unworthy, grace enveloped me, igniting a flicker of hope in the ashes of despair. The anger began to dissipate. Hatred, once a fierce companion, melted away like snow under the warm embrace of the sun. I realized that forgiveness was not merely an act, but a balm for my weary soul.

As I embarked on this journey of healing and redemption, I began to see the world through new eyes. Suddenly, each leaf on a tree, each laugh of a child, each word of kindness became reminders of God’s goodness. It was as if the universe had shifted, illuminating the path ahead and slowly revealing His purpose for my life.

I patiently awaited Yeshua to emerge in my journey, trusting that He would unveil His plan for me in His perfect timing. I sensed His presence guiding me, nudging me gently—reminding me of my worth, my calling, and the extraordinary power of love. With every step I took towards Him, darkness receded, giving way to a radiant light that filled the void in my heart.

I now understand that my past does not define me; rather, it is a tapestry woven with threads of trials, triumphs, and transformation. I carry those experiences not as scars of shame, but as testaments to the power of redemption and grace. I now,  see myself as a warrior of hope, committed to breaking the cycle of despair for my children. I refuse to let them wander through the darkness I once knew; I want them to walk in the light, inspired by faith, resilience, and love.

To anyone reading this, who may feel lost or broken, I urge you to pause and breathe. Know that your pain does not make you unworthy; it can be the very catalyst for your breakthrough. Whenever you feel consumed by darkness, remember that grace awaits, just as it awaited me. Find comfort in knowing that His love will rescue you, fashioning a narrative of strength and beauty from the ashes of your struggles.

Your journey may feel like a movie—filled with drama, sorrow, and the unexpected—but trust that the plot will unfold in ways that are beyond your imagination. Hold on to hope, seek the light, and when Yeshua reveals Himself, you will find a love so profound that it will light the path toward your true purpose.

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His eyes are like windows that reveal love and compassion.

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In the  ache corners of our hearts, we often find ourselves grappling with profound questions—questions about love, purpose, and the mysterious ways of the divine. I  look to figures like Joseph and David, whose lives were marked by pain and sacrifice, yet ultimately transformed into powerful stories of redemption and intercession. They endured hardships not for their own glory, but to raise the bar for their people, to break the chains of iniquity that bound their bloodlines.

Their stories remind me that sometimes, pain is the crucible through which our greatest potential is revealed.

As we navigate the complexities of human relationships, we discover that love, in its purest form, is indeed one of the most potent emotions. It can uplift, heal, and inspire, but it can also lead us into the depths of confusion and heartache. I’ve experienced this firsthand—wondering if a certain person is meant to be in my life, praying fervently for clarity, only to feel silence in return. In those moments of uncertainty, I have learned that our relationship with God is not just transactional; it’s deeply relational.

God desires an intimate conversation with us—a back-and-forth exchange between father and daughter, a sacred dialogue. I’ve come to understand that God embodies both masculine and feminine attributes, nurturing our spirits with an all-encompassing love. This love is the cornerstone of His deliverance; consider how He used Moses to free the Israelites and how He gives us hope through His Son. It is not through righteousness alone that we are saved but through the immeasurable grace that flows from His heart.

Some may argue that the Old Testament reflects a vengeful God, but the truth is layered deeper. Humanity has lost its way, ensnared by sin and its consequences, yet God, in His infinite wisdom, offers second chances. Remember the negotiations Abraham made with God, or how Moses interceded for the Israelites? These stories reveal a God who listens, who understands our plight, and who loves us fiercely even in our brokenness.However, love is not always straightforward.

Have you ever found yourself deeply in love with someone who seems oblivious to your feelings? You pray for a sign, for clarity, yet sometimes the answer is silence. It’s a painful paradox—wanting someone so intensely while the potential for that love to bloom seems bleak. In my struggle, I’ve attempted to convince myself that moving on with another person would dull the sharp edges of my heartache. Yet, that path often leads to further confusion, because my spirit remains tethered to the love that feels unfulfilled.

It’s natural to wish for a love that aligns with our desires, to yearn for companionship that feels meant to be. Yet, in the quiet spaces of our hearts, we must ask ourselves—who controls time? In my journey, I’ve learned that while I may wish to rush God’s timing, His plans are unfailingly aligned with our greater good.When God asks us to love those who struggle, who seem hopeless, it can feel daunting. Yet, that love is not merely about sacrifice; it’s a divine calling. If you find yourself in a relationship with someone who is lost or battling demons of addiction, remember that your love can illuminate their path.

It’s not about fixing them; it’s about nurturing them with compassion, understanding, and grace. You are not only sharing your love but also sharing God’s glory through your actions.As we reflect on these emotions and experiences, let us embrace our role as intercessors. Our lives are testimonies of God’s mercy and love. When we humbly submit our desires to Him, allowing space for His will to unfold, we find freedom—freedom in knowing that God understands our hearts and knows our future.

So let us practice the art of waiting, of loving sincerely, whether that love is returned or not. In this journey, we may very well discover that the love we share is not lost; it becomes the vessel through which God works miracles—not just in our lives but in the lives of others.

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