A hospital ghost story


If you have worked in a hospital before, chances are you would have heard eerie stories of the supernatural. Back when Jimbo was working in UMMC as a masters student, he heard his fair share of these stories.

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Like the one where a lady with long hair, was always seen or felt at one of the lift in the East Wing (Menara Timur). One fellow colleague recounted how she felt some one behind her, while going up in the lift, at around 3 am in the morning! She was sure there was no one when she entered the lift! Another recounted how she saw a long haired woman in the lift as the door slowly opened but she couldn’t see her legs and so she quickly ran off!

Or the one where another ghostly figure was often seen wandering around the lonely corridors joining the East Wing and the Main Building. The way to the East Wing takes on past through many dark or poorly lighted corridors which are usually vacant especially in the early hours of the morning. Many of Jimbo’s fellow colleagues recounted their scary encounters with shadows and about hearing strange voices while making their way from one building to the other in the wee hours of the morning when they were on call!

Or how a patient suddenly got up from sleep in a state of terror and screamed that another patient located 2 rooms down has passed away! Indeed the other patient did pass away, at the very moment the lady got up screaming from her sleep! Apparently the one who just passed away came to her bedside to call her!

Or the patient in room 51, on the 11th floor of the main block. The room is a single bedded room, meant to be used as an isolation room for people with infectious diseases. Jimbo has heard so many stories from patients who were placed in that room. All claimed to have seen a young lady with her face covered with her long hair, always standing at a certain corner, staring vacantly into space; or how the door would open and close but there would be no one; or how the toilet would flush but no one was in the toilet. Many patients actually asked to be transferred to another room or failing that, simply checked themselves out.

About 3 years ago, Jimbo came down with a bout of pneumonia, caused by Chlamydia pneumoniae and he was placed in none other than room 51, on the 11th floor!!!

For the first 3 days (he was later told), he was in a state of delirium, talking incoherently at times with high swinging temperature. He was breathless and needed oxygen therapy.

Jimbo’s memory of those days were vague at best but he did remember one incident.

It was late in the evening. The curtains were drawn around Jimbo’s bed at the time. It was very quiet and Jimbo was in a semi-awake state, being vaguely aware of his surroundings.The lights in the room have been dimmed.

And that was when Jimbo became aware of a presence in the room. The curtain seemed to move, but only just. He heard the door to the toilet creak, as if some one was opening it slowly, softly, deliberately. And then silence…

Next, came the rush of water as the toilet was being flushed. Jimbo tried to call out, to ask who might it be in the toilet but the sound that came out of his mouth was mere guttural sounds, not making much sense. The room was filled with an awful silence. Jimbo realized then that he was sweating profusely and he could not move his limbs!

And then, as if his hour of reckoning has come, Jimbo saw, through his fever-wracked eyes, the curtain slowly parting! A dark globular shape began to intrude through the opening in the curtains! Jimbo could not make out the face as it was covered by the long hair! The movement was slow, barely perceptible, quiet, eery….

The moment seemed to last forever. Time stood still. The shape is now a head, slowly turning to look at where Jimbo laid. And then the white of its eyes began to show in the darkness!

Jimbo was petrified! He wanted to shout! He wanted to scream!

And then…..

“Hi hubby! How are you feeling?!”, the head spoke as the rest of Mrs Jimbo entered the cubicle!

:)

Truth be told, in 14 years that Jimbo has been working as a doctor in various hospitals, not once has he ever encountered anything supernatural. Thank GOD for his protection! :)

Fri, 310709 @ 0700

A Horror Story


The consultation room door opened and in walked a woman in her early 20s, carrying her 14 month old child. She was there to see the doctor regarding her asthma.

She let down the child to walk around the room.

The doctor went through the routine stuff with her.

Stuff like how has she been since the last consult; Were there any exacerbation of the asthma?; Did she need to use her rescue inhalers often; etc etc.

Meanwhile, the 14 month old toddler was exploring the consultation room.

He saw a brightly colored yellow bin with a red top!

He walked unsteadily towards the bin; his mummy was busy talking with the guy in a white coat.

He lifted the red cover from the top of the bin and peered inside.

What he saw delighted his young eyes!

He saw butterflies! Lots of them!

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Butterflies with yellow bodies and green wings and long tails with strange red colored liquid inside! The tails end with a strange looking grey colored protrusion!

Fascinated and curious at the same time, the toddler looked at his mum; she is still busy talking to the man.

And slowly, very slowly, the little toddler put one of his tiny arm through the jagged opening in the bin.

He’s gonna get himself one of the strange butterflies!

He didn’t know that the bright yellow bin is known as a ‘sharps bin’.

He didn’t know that the ‘butterflies’ are discarded needles.

He didn’t know that the strange red liquid in the ‘tails’ of the butterflies are the residual blood from patients who have had their blood drawn.

He didn’t know that ALL these patients have a disease called HIV/AIDS.

He extended his fingers and grabbed hold of the topmost butterfly!

He felt a sudden sharp pain on one of his finger!

He was bleeding!

Reflexively he withdrew his arm, stumbled backwards and started wailing!

The mum turned to see what is the matter. So did the man in the white coat!

Both their eyes registered horror!

And that was how Jimbo heard about the youngest ‘needle prick injury’ he has ever encountered!

The child was started on HIV prophylaxis immediately.

And now we wait, and hope and pray.

Wed, 290709 @ 0700

Cutting cucumbers


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The other day, Jimbo was preparing dinner and he asked his 10 year old daughter to help cut the cucumber. While cutting it, she asked Jimbo this question:

“Daddy, why must I cut both ends off and then use the ends to rub against the cut part? Mummy said it was to remove any bitterness from the cucumber but when I asked her, she doesn’t know how it works. She said her mummy taught her and her mummy’s mummy thought her mummy!”

Actually Jimbo didn’t have an answer to that question! He has been taught to do the same by his mother and has never actually questioned the practice!

Anyone has a good explanation? :)

Mon, 270709 @ 0700

What warts?


Yesterday as Jimbo was rushing to see all the his patients in the clinic (it was already way past lunch time), the nurse came into his room and mentioned that a patient who was previously seen by Jimbo and subsequently discharged has asked to see him ‘urgently’.

Not sure what the urgency was all about, Jimbo agreed to see him last.

A while ago, Jimbo has treated the man for extensive genital warts and when all the lesions have resolved, he was discharged from the clinic.

Now he’s back!

Patient: Dr, the lesions have come back!
Jimbo: Is it? How come?
Patient: I don’t know. It’s even more extensive now, spreading all over the balls and even the skin of the, ugh… you know, penis?!
Jimbo: Really? (Jimbo was a bit skeptical as genital warts rarely ever spread to these areas). Can I take a look?
Patient: Sure! (and proceeded quickly to drop his pants)

Jimbo looked right, Jimbo looked left…
Jimbo looked front, Jimbo looked back…
And all Jimbo saw were hyperpigmented spots here and there.

But no warts, not even an ulcer could be seen!

Jimbo: Could you show me where they are?

The patient stretched his scrotal skin and promptly pointed to all the elevated lumps and bumps and said, “there, there, there….everywhere!!!”

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Picture taken from the internet and not from anyone Jimbo knows.

What he actually saw and mistook to be extensive warts were actually the normal skin follicles on any man’s scrotum!

Sigh!

Jimbo wonders if it was the very first time he actually saw his family jewels up close and personal.

:P

Thurs, 230709 @ 0700

Malacca 18 July 2009


Jimbo has never had very pleasant experiences visiting Malacca in the past. The last time he went, he suffered multiple bruises as a result of a fall because some blardy idiot from the municipal council did not pave the pavement properly!

So, it was probably in a moment of insanity that he signed up for the church Family Outing to Malacca last Saturday. (For the record, Jimbo also felt short changed as the earlier promised “All included in the package” did not actually include everything and Jimbo was much poorer at the end of the day ~ but that’s another story)

And so, off we went, in 2 buses on 18 July 2009. The bus was more comfortable this time compared to the previous trip to FRIM last year. Unfortunately the driver this time wasn’t all that nice ~ “No eating in my bus!”, He admonished all of us right before starting the journey.

I mean, no eating? On a church outing? In a bus full of children? Get real man… (ah, but that is another story too).

Our first stop was the Malacca Butterfly Farm.

There, we saw…

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Lots of overfed semi-to-fully obese koi in a pond.

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Gay scorpions having fun (don’t ask how Jimbo knows….)

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Giant golden ‘eggs’, probably discards from Khir Toyo’s Bali Themed Palace.

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Greedy turtles stepping over each other while eating.

A leopard  high on ketamine, or is it propofol?

Hornbills with cervical spondylosis.

Stupendously bored snakes waiting for the next auspicious day to shed some skin.

Bored and lazy crocodiles (or are they alligators?) waiting for the next victim to be pushed and fall into the pit (mysteriously falling from height seems to be the latest interest these days)

And a stupid illogical sign board!

BUT!!!!

ABSOLUTELY NO BUTTERFLIES!!!

Okay, okay, it was an exaggeration. There were THREE butterflies spotted!

I mean, why call it a butterfly farm when there are virtually NO butterflies!

Actually it’s no surprise as the enclave where the butterflies are kept have holes on the roof big enough to let a koi escape, that is assuming a koi can fly!

Only butterflies that are too dumb, or too old or are actually bigger than a koi or suffer from myasthenia gravis would fail to escape.

Next we went to the Malacca International Bee Farm. Jimbo didn’t take any photos because there were nothing worth taking. Imagine, a bee farm with NO BEES! All they had were honey, lots of it, in every possible concoction (imagine vinegar + honey) and sold at an obscenely high price (RM 35-45 per 500 ml plastic bottle)!

After lunch, the driver took us to The Little Nyonyas; a place apparently meant for tourist to purchase Malaccan goodies like gula melaka and stuff like that at a ‘reasonable price’. Aitelya, there is nothing reasonable about the price (Mrs Jimbo bought a bag of gula melaka and later found that a bigger bag with better quality gula melaka can be bought at the Dataran Pahlawan for almost the same price!). These little nyonyas, whoever they are, must be laughing all the way to the bank!

Next while the others went to visit all the nearby museums in town, Jimbo and family decided to do a free-and-easy and ended up riding on the Taming Sari, a tower with a revolving platform.

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It cost Jimbo and family RM 30 for the ride. Frankly, you can get the same (lack of) thrill going up the hospital’s lift. Sigh… The view was so so from up there (no thanks to the haze) and the ride was over far too quickly. The blaring Malay rock music at full blast inside the platform practically drowned out the comments from the overhead speakers.

Mercifully, what could have turned out to be a disastrous outing was salvaged some what by some retail therapy (read: SALE!!!) at the Dataran Pahlawan. Jimbo got a pair of Padini Cargo Pants for only RM 29.90 while Mrs Jimbo was very happy with her buy-one-free-one working blouses. Nothing like retail therapy to lift the spirits.

Our spirits were further lifted by ice-cold cappuccino (retailing at RM 2.50 per big glass) at the Newton Food Court nearby.

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Next we went to the Eye On Malaysia, which is a giant ferries wheel located on what appeared to be a piece of reclaimed land. The ride was expensive, RM 9 per adult and RM 4.50 per child. It took us round 6 times (by the third round, Jimbo and company was wondering if they will ever get off); the view was again so so, mainly because of the haze.

And finally we went to famous Jonker’s Walk, which is a narrow road filled with little stalls selling the same thing. The fried-egg + oysters dinner there was made severely unpleasant by jarring notes coming from karaoke singers (they were having a karaoke singing competition nearby) who belted out notes powerful enough to chase away Death Eaters.

By the end of the day, everyone was tired, sticky, smelly and sleepy. The kids had loads of fun. Jimbo wished for more retail therapy…

Jimbo will not be visiting Malacca any time soon, at least until October when he has to go there to deliver 2 lectures at this hotel.

Wed, 220709 @ 0700

Leftover songs


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Children sometimes demonstrate profound wisdom by what they say. Take the following conversation between Jimbo and his 5 year old kid, Ryan. They were driving to church at the time.

Ryan: It’s very cruel, daddy.
Jimbo: What’s very cruel?
Ryan: The way they kill chickens
Jimbo: And how do they kill chickens? (whoever ‘they’ are)
Ryan: They just cut off the head!
Jimbo: And how did you know about this?
Ryan: I saw them doing it at the market! (ah, the mystery regarding ‘they’ is solved!)
Jimbo: Yeah, I think it’s pretty cruel
Ryan: And you know, the chicken can still walk around after the head is cut off!
Jimbo: Yup, it takes a while for the chicken to die
Ryan: Yeah, it’s so cruel, because the chicken still have many songs left inside it to sing!

Jimbo: *speechless*

Mon, 200709 @ 0700; feeling less and less inclined to eat chicken meat.