ATEC Stage 1 was a success! The ATEC MO thought I did very well for the resus procedures. Well, I don’t know. I did make a few mistakes here and there but then I tried to be as thorough as possible. I was happy as I thought I could relax after ATEC.
This week was madness! All the specs were gone from the medical centre, leaving only me to keep things up. Monday was not a good day. Most of the MOs were quite edgy, even the usually jovial ones. I also had a hell of a time trying to manage the medical covers for the week, most of which were unfinished business left by my fellow specialists. I hate dealing with this kind of crap. I didn’t even know what was going on, and yet I had people calling me all week to ask me. It was also annoying, having to deal with people requesting for things last minute. Tomorrow, that will repeat.
On Wednesday night I had to go to the SAF Ward at Alexandra Hospital. I had to take the duty for my upperstudy because he was seconded elsewhere. It was a mad rush trying to finish all the tasks for the day before going down to the hospital. The SAF Ward is where they keep mild psychiatric patients for observation. That night we were supposed to have one patient only, but then some guy was admitted at four in the morning.
The next morning I didn’t return to camp. Instead, I went home to rest. In the afternoon there was our Company HQ/S4 chalet at Changi. The chalet bungalow was quite big. But there were a lot of mosquitoes. It was worse than outfield. The bungalow looked like a guardhouse too.
I had a lot to eat and drink. I managed to get to know a few people here and there, but most of them were stuck in their own individual departments. Clerks stuck with clerks, storemen with storemen, and my medics by themselves. The RPs are a jolly bunch. OC-Sir himself egged us on with a few drinks. CSM was a teetotaler. The RPs couldn’t get him to have any.
Well I learnt a few things this week.
1) It is always good to know your stuff, very very well.
2) It is even better to know your rights.