by Prof. Khairulmaini Osman Salleh ( a former classmate of mine).
A Morning Sonnet of “Hope”
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* Why ridicule when we can show respect? * Why fill our hearts with hate and not with love? * Why belittle when support is more direct? * Why seek revenge; forgiveness rises above. * Why not extend a hand that offers aid? * Why not be supportive and give advice? * Why should constructive words go unsaid? * Why not strive for growth and heed what’s wise? * Why must we hide and shy from light’s embrace? * Our choices shape the path that we pursue. * All of us have the power to trace * A life where kindness reigns and hearts stay true. * I choose to live with happiness and grace, * With humility and humbleness in place.
by Prof. Khairulmaini Osman Salleh ( a former classmate of mine. His mother was an Assistant Nurse- Special Grade)
* In halls of healing, nurses grace their trade, * Modern Nightingales with hearts so pure, * With gentle hands, my mother’s care conveyed, * In soothing words and firm resolve, secure. * A friend from distant shores, her calling found, * In Port Dickson’s embrace, she learned to heal, * Her presence, solace in the pain unbound, * A testament to her unyielding zeal. * As age advances and frailty draws near, * Their steadfast care becomes our guiding light, * A world without them, fraught with doubt and fear, * Their steadfast spirits keep the dark from sight. * Let us extol their tireless, noble art, * For nurses hold a special place in every heart.
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The older Prof. Khairulmaini Osman SallehThe younger Prof. Khairulmaini Osman Salleh
Parkinson’s disease: Three steps forwards and two steps back
Old man walking (Photo by Safa Baku0131rcu0131 on Pexels.com)
When I was a student, I met a male nurse walking a patient with Parkinson’s disease to the toilet.
“He is taking ages at the rate he is walking! It’s like taking three steps forward and two steps backward! I told him it would be faster for him to use a urinal on his bed!” Mr. Lee kept quiet at that remark. His mask-like face showed no expression. With a flexed body, he shuffled in a frustratingly slow, yet festinating gait. His thumb and forefinger rubbed in a pin-rolling tremor.
He never wet because he would request to go to the toilet earlier to avoid losing control of his bladder.
A senior walking pass, “Mr. Lee, I see you are walking and exercising. Very good, keep it up!”
Later the senior called a few of us aside, “be careful what you say! For a headmaster, to lose control over his movements can be a depressing condition. He may keep quiet, but he is sharp. He understood what you said! We need to treat patients with dignity and respect!”
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Not long ago, I met a male retired banker in a pottery class with me.
“I have Parkinson’s disease. That’s why I am here!” He was trying to slow down the progression of motor disability. And he was very creative and tidy in his pottery work!
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Research and management of people with Parkinson’s disease have improved a lot since.
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pottery work (Photo by Quang Nguyen Vinh on Pexels.com)
It was a fire on a second floor ward. Most of the patients were either comatose or bedridden.
As figures emerged from the smoky darkness in the stairs, I watched the frightened, tearful, and dishevelled soot-in-hair and uniformed nurses and staff carrying each patient on a stretcher or tied to the arms of a chair.
It struck me that fire drills had never, never ever been done in total darkness! The drills were always carried out in brightly lit departments.
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“… According to the travel expert, it is essential to “always count the number of doors to the exit stairwell”, Cici said on a recent TikTok video.
This is in case there is a fire and “it is too dark or smoky” for hotel guests to see where the exits are.”…
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Have you ever participated in a fire drill with all the lights out?…in total darkness?
Of course, many baby-boomer bloggers have joined the run. but, are they running the same race, the same pace, for the same goals?
Quotes: 1. Baby Boomer Bloggers: Are you out there? - Jane Trombley 2. Blogging feeds wellness!- Beth Moore 3. "Coping through blogging..." - Petko D. et al.
Blogging: I run my race (Photo by Samson Katt on Pexels.com)
When a child addresses everybody as a ‘he’, I wonder if there is a problem with high-frequency hearing loss. The tiny hair-like sensory hearing cells in your cochlea (inner ear) are damaged. There is a problem differentiating certain higher pitch consonants like s, h or f).
hearing (Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com)
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When I hear not
I heard but I haven’t heard. Was it a ‘she’ or a ‘he’?
When I hear not
The ‘cat’ is beautiful, or the ‘hat’ is beautiful? And can one comb the [h]air?
When I hear not
The teacher’s explanation was simple. Yet, I couldn’t understand. Am I ‘stupid’ or ‘slow‘?
When I hear not
I love music But I can’t get the lyrics. It’s ‘distorted’ music!
When I hear not
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Hearing screeningfor babies and school children would have helped eliminate these falsely ‘lost and stupid’ kids in the world of sound.
Chen Song Ping 