am i ready being 30?

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

so its actually 12 days left before turning 30.. oh my god, im so nervous. do you feel the same? i think i didn't feel like this at 10 years ago when i finally turning 20. is it weird?

this is a random thoughts that keep running in my head lately as i realise that i will be a 30 years old woman soon. its all about myself. i dont know who i am. i dont know whether i am a good daughter for my parents, a good wife for my husband, a good sister for my sibllings, a good friend for women out there, and the important things a good woman for myself. Suddenly those things are very complex, i started to list down what woman that i want to be? i found the key through books "barking up the wrong tree", he said that "you have to be the one whom u will love for all your life". yes, it really make sense as i will be trapped with my own self till the end. 

So, the next question after found the key, what kind of woman is she whom i will always love? since i dont know who i am now, so i think its better to start from a blank page. i started to ask myself..

what kind of women that you adore so much as a person?

#mythoughts

Monday, June 22, 2020

i think i have to start write what nice books that i read so far (finger crossed), in case i need to remind myself again about what things are important from those books and simply i only have to scroll my blog ☺

Never ask me why?

Monday, June 11, 2018

I know some days i am nervous and i wonder how i will make this work. I know some days i am just done being a resident wife. I know some days it takes every ounce of energy i have to keep it together, and sometimes i just can’t. Sometimes i hide in my closet and weep so no one have to see and ask, “Why are you sad?” 

When i talk to people about my life as a doctor’s wife, i see myself and how exhausted i am and how jealous i am of “normal” people sometimes. I am trying to make my money last through the month and how proud i am of my husband. 

I hide my feelings from others, so i don’t have to explain to them the millions of reasons why i feel like i am falling apart. Why i am so angry at this process of becoming a surgeon and how it takes my husband away for 80+ hours a week. Why i am miserable because residency leaves him drained and emotionally unavailable at home. How he gives so much at the hospital that he hardly has anything left to give when he gets home.  Why i am burned out because i have to take care of the billions of little (and big things) behind the scenes, by myself, that no one sees.
When people ask, “How are things?”, i slap on my smile and say that everything is fine. Because i already know the majority of people will not understand, because I’ve tried explaining before. i’ve had a few, rare moments where i’ve let my guard down and shared my heartache with someone else. Family members even. And they tried to understand, they tried to comfort meu, and i can tell they really want to help. But the understanding, the comfort, and all of the efforts were wrong. They did not fill in my cracks because they didn’t fit. Because they don’t know. How can they?
I see sweet relief when i finally, FINALLY talk to that someone, that fellow doctor’s wife, who GETS IT. Who will hear out my stresses and sorrows and not think i am crazy. Who nods with understanding, who shares stories similar to mine, and who knows where i am coming from. And finally, someone is filling my cracks with comfort and understanding that fit.
I know that i am, essentially, doing it all. My husband probably works 12+ hours a day, then comes home and spends 2-3 hours finishing up his charting or studying for his next test. And then he has to cram some sleep in there somewhere. 
He doesn’t have the time to do oil changes, car repairs, budgeting, bill-paying, or lawn maintenance. Almost everything falls on my shoulders. 
Me and my husband are both exhausted and we both work so hard. And I know it’s frustrating that everyone sees the hard work my husband is doing and hardly anyone acknowledges the sacrifices i am making behind the scenes. The hard work i put into this to make his surgeon dream even possible.
I almost resent my friends whose husband’s get home at 5 pm and help do the dishes, bathe the kids, or help with bedtime. My friends whose husbands are able to go to every favorite game and every important family reunion. Of course my husband would like to do those things and be more involved at home, but it’s not in the cards. Being a doctor means other people need him, and those other people (his patients) often trump his needs, your needs and the needs of your family.
I spend the majority of the day without my husband around. i crave conversation with adults and not just with myself. I  feel like i might go crazy if i have to eat dinner alone AGAIN.
I may have moved to a new area for residency and are starting over with making new friends. I may not have any family nearby. I miss my close friends like CRAZY and i crave those kind of close relationships again. I know i am making efforts to make those new friendships and feel like nothing is working. And I know that, with time, i will have those close friendships i am looking for.
I pinching my pennies because residents make pennies for the amount of work they do. 
I meticulously go over what is in my shopping cart and i put some items back. I wish i could buy myself new clothes that actually fit. I sick of renting and want to live in a nice home with my family.
Even though being a resident wife is hard, I proud of him. I smile when he tells me how he was the one who caught a problem that everyone else had missed. I beam with pride when he tells me that he got some great feedback from one of his attending physicians. I look at my husband with disbelief and awe as i hear about the problems he solved, the patients he helped to heal, and the lives he saved.
And you know what? I proud of myself too. Becoming a doctor is a team sport. We both made it through medical school applications and interviewing. We both made it through medical school itself, with late-night studying, tests, and clinical rotations. And we both made it to residency after more interviews and a nerve-wracking match process. 
And we will both make it through this next phase of his training, this next step. We will both make it through residency and move on to the “It gets better” job. My husband can do this doctor thing because of mer. I am the one that keeps him going. I am the one that makes home a safe haven from the stresses of the hospital. I am the one that lifts his heart with my encouraging smiles and my comforting affection. He could not do this without me.

And over time, i’ve realized the only people who truly share the joys and sorrows of being a doctor’s wife are those who are also married to a doctor. It’s those who have been there, who are treading the same path i am. And so i button up my emotions again and put my smile back where it belongs.




Residency life

Monday, November 20, 2017

I don’t talk about it much, and that’s on purpose. Here’s why: My life is wonderful. I really love it. Is it perfect? No. Is anyone’s life perfect? Definitely not. I would never wish to portray my life in a negative fashion and certainly not to wish for sympathy. I would talk about it in an informative way, but even doing that, to be comprehensive, you must hit the low points because all careers have them, and again, just doing that can come off as complaining.
But this time, I’m going to make an exception. My husband is now a resident in orthopedic surgery. We are almost 4 years journey, and it is crazy when I really process that. A friend of mine once said, regarding parenting, “The days are long, but the years are short”.
So I have been thinking this year about what I wish I could tell new medical student and residents’ wives — the ones that are just beginning this journey, perhaps even, what I wish I could go back in time and tell myself. And partially, I think, because time has a way of making you forget, so I want to write this while I have a fresh perspective. So without further ado, here’s my list. These are the things I have learned from being married to a resident and what I wish I could tell myself all those years ago.
1. Make your own plans
This is numero uno for a reason. It’s absolutely critical.
When my boyfriend (current as my husb) was in medical school, we took for granted how easy the hours were. Sure, he had to study … some. But like most schools, the weekends were relatively free and so were evenings. Then he graduated medical school and hello abduction, I mean, residency.
I joke about residency, but I really have enjoyed this journey. When he finishes, I won’t feel like he did it; I will feel like  we did it. Why? For example when i have to go back from yogya to jakarta (yes we are in long distance marriage till now), he said that he will come in to our house and pick me up and send me to the train station.. he always try to convince me that he can do it, but then till the time..he cant make it and i have to go outside and find an “ojek” (actually it hard enough to find gojek at yogya). 
At that moment, I was thanking myself for going and not waiting. Oh, how I wish I had learned this sooner!
2. You are on the same team as your spouse, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
My husband taught me this, and he deserves the credit. Sometimes it’s so easy to step in the trap of pointing fingers. The non-medical spouse thinks, “I’m exhausted mentally and emotionally. They are gone all the time. I’m always here alone. I do all the housework; I do everything for the children. I can’t ever count on them to be done when they say they will, thus I can’t ever rely on their help for sure. It’s not fair. No one understands this life. I really need a break.”
The medical spouse is thinking, “I’m exhausted physically. All I have had to eat is a protein bar on my one bathroom break in the middle of a 12-hour case. I haven’t had quality sleep in days, and I feel like no matter what time I leave the hospital, I have left work undone. I miss my spouse, I miss my kids, and I miss feeling normal. No matter what I do, I’m behind at home, and I’m behind at work.”
I can count on one hand how many “fights” my husband and I have ever had, but our “fights” are actually more like disagreements. But in these disagreements, He taught me from the very beginning of our marriage to always look at problems as us against the problem, not to ever think of us against one another. It was a lesson well taught and a lesson learned many times over. Whether I’m really frustrated about his hours or he feels, we don’t let it wedge between us; come what may, we are a team.
3. There is nothing quite like the camaraderie of another resident’s spouse.
There just isn’t. It’s the best. For example, when I buy a fellow resident wife’s coffee she may say, “You really don’t need to do that.” And I always say back, “Don’t worry about it! I’m married to a ‘doctor.'” And we laugh.
We laugh because we know the truth. That while most of our friends have slowly climbed the financial ladder over the course of the last 10 years, we have remained a very steady straight line. We know eventually that will change, but even that’s not what it’s about. It’s just that no one quite understands the schedule, the frustrations, the sometimes seriously sweet perks like conference trips.
4. Remember the man you married
I always tell him that “I’m the number one fan of you” No matter what life throws at him or at us, to me he will always be the man I met in one of wedding party — the 23-year-old that made insanely good eye contact and enunciated his words so clearly . (Yep, that really is what I remember about my first impression of him. And single ladies, it was game over so definitely watch for that good eye contact!)
Although I think he has handled residency as well as anyone, even he had his moments of such extreme physical and/or mental exhaustion that he just seemed “different.” If it’s only every now and then, well, don’t we all, but sometimes entire rotations will cause this subtle change. He always comes home and tries to give everything in him to us, so I say this with no blame towards him, but sometimes a person just is not firing on all cylinders after working such a difficult schedule. In those times, it has been a sweet memory to think of him when i was in college and why I fell in love with him to begin with. I have always known any “departure” would be temporary and that he would always come back to himself and to me — and he always does.
And going along with this point is my last and final point …
5. Always give 100 percent of yourself.
I recently heard someone say, “Marriage is not 50/50. Divorce is 50/50. Marriage is both people giving 100 percent.” How true.
I can’t be responsible for what Mas Andi brings to our marriage or to our home. When anyone asks me or I have the opportunity to brag, I will tell them how I feel that he truly does try to give our family everything that he has in him, but my point is that it’s really not up to me if he doesn’t. I am only responsible for giving 100 percent of myself to our marriage. This journey, as with all journeys, will be over soon and a new one will begin.
I want to look back and be able to say that yes, I gave my all to this season of my life. Some may diminish its importance, but I want to be the best resident’s wife I can; I hope with all my heart that my husband looks back on his years of training and feels that I was essential, not just for our financial life, but for him in these sometimes tumultuous years.
All the seemingly tiny things we medical spouses do every single day, both to aid our spouses in the quality of their hours at home and in how we attempt to diminish the long hours for our children (someday) sake — these are not nothing. They are the building blocks for our lives, for our spouse’s career/home balance, for the way our children view their fathers and/or mothers and the positive or negative feelings that they associate with their job. The moments matter because, comprehensively, these are what we will look back and remember as “the residency years.” I hope you, as well as I, will remember them well.
Cheers,
FI


For the first time in my life

Saturday, February 22, 2014

For the first time in my Life
Silence crept like Darkness
Hours felt like Weeks and seconds like Days
Music, movies and crowds had no meaning
Speed, Cars and Bikes found no place in me
Technology did not matter like beforeLife did not feel lively anymore

For the first time in my Life

There arouse a feeling of being dead even when alive
Distance felt proportional to time
And Sleep was no where to be found
I was losing the silver lining up the sky
Life was not life anymore

But then,For the first time in my Life

This Separation made a meaning to my life
Distance felt proportional to Love
The Silver lining grew sharper up the sky
Power of the bond we share built up
And that no barrier is ever to strong
Life felt as a challengeA Challenge I knew I have to fight
For things between you and me to get right

For the first time in my Life

A Realization felt arousing
That for the beautiful life ahead of us
It's not about me or you, it's about us
It's not about just sharing the feeling of togetherness
Trust, Support, Understanding and True Love is what makes us so Special
A Specialty that very few like us are gifted

For the first time in my Life
Prayers to Allah felt even Stronger and Powerful
For the Price of separation
Allah has gifted your smile through voice and text

For the first time in my Life
I've fallen in Love
A Love so Special and Strong
That falling in love with someone ive known for 12 years
Stands no chance in this life or the next

For the first time in my Life
It feels like this is just the beginning
That this same time would not be the first time
But the next time I don't have to look for answers
Because for the first time in my Life
Life is worth living for, because I know the person who loves me as much as I do
From the deepest part of my heart Kanda, I Love You!!!


Together Forever.

"perfect"

Friday, August 16, 2013

being perfect for you is more than important than being perfect in real definition

Keep Fighting Dear :*

Friday, May 3, 2013


if i could tell you that tears is not only yours
if i could tell you that im really wish u could be an orthopedist
if i could tell you that i want to see you deal with some bone thing problems
but i cant and i wont
i have to be more brave
i have to give you more smile
i have to hide my tears
i have to be there..behind you to keep you stand
keep fighting dear! :*
 
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