Discovery, Europe, Germany, Health, Hope, Human, Human Project, Indonesia, Life, Medicine, Uncategorized

Angel of Death

I was about to write this a couple weeks ago, when a small gathering brought up old news to the table: the chaotic situation of healthcare industry.

The fake vaccines, the ill-fated doctors, messed up hospital administration, supported by the bubble of new registries in medicine school (which has no credible accreditation, just a promise of graduation paper and title of eligible medicine graduate) have just blown my mind.

I’m petrified to learn that people, even in the most ‘angelic’ industry, played fate on others life like it’s just a piece of meat.

 

 

Fake vaccines, same as lots of other unregistered medicine circulated in this country, has proved how this industry has an incredibly weak foundation while holding whole nation’s fate at his hands. As one of the people under this foundation, truthfully I was concerned and sadly, trusted nothing.

If vaccines, which got injected to most of the children in Indonesia, got hijacked, I wonder how easily my daily dose of vitamin c, or paracetamol to my headache, got smudged or even poisoned with unknown substance. I was living in the big city, yet got ‘deceived’, so how was the fate of other children in the most remote area, who only got their medicine from specific pharmacy, listened to one unregistered local doctor?

They know nothing, paid everything, yet received nothing.

 

Where is government, or ministry, or whatever they called to supervise this mess around pharmacology? Was medicine supposedly needed a strict regulation, from the production, distribution, until it reached its final users? Medicine, as I quoted from local newspaper, was chemical substances with pharmacological reaction, which can cause either improvement or damages on human races.

Were doctors and nurses even understood what kind of substances they used?

 

 

Ill-fated doctor was another case.

I understand quite frankly, that healthcare industry is a complex matter; everyday new symptoms from the evolution of human genetics come to the surface, but hey, enough with the excuse! People (I mean, millions of people) paid this industry whole lot of money. Have we heard enough improvisation, or enough scientists (not just doctors, I meant those expert who DID research) do enough research? This line of ‘smartest’ people in this nation has been paid a LOT of money, they HAVE TO do their extended job AND research more than ordinary people with ordinary job. I have one grandmother who deceased lately, with one of the main reason was doctor getting their national holiday and could not provide their services.

Have they learned that people’s life has no holiday? These hearts would not stop their beat, even when we pray or sleep.

This just one case in thousands of thousands cases in this industry. Every person has their own personal dreadful experiences.

 

Sometimes I was thinking how scary it is to know that from the beginning, we have no idea what are those substance that coming through our throat. Healthcare industry was one of the most complicated industries, so commoners like us could not easily understood from the start: the diagnosed, script of medicine we got, how much money we spent, and how those ‘expert’ judgment worth our money, yet we gave our life on this handful of people.

To add the horror, one book I read lately, The Good Nurse, basically told story about nurse who had mental problems, yet still working in healthcare industry for years, messing with patients medications in sober condition, caused death of hundreds of people under his supervisions, all because patients DON’T understand what was injected to their veins. Hospitals and doctors, not even care.

Really, the craziest people were coming right from the doors of this industry.

 

 

I’m trying to find how this tangle could end, and I came to these comparisons.

Compared to European countries, I’ve sensing what was “messing” with this industry.

In Indonesia, Doctors were God.

In Europe, Doctors were Human.

In Germany, for example, doctors has no shame to open a book, take a moment to do their research in their personal library, or even do their research on the inter web, asking other professional experiences on the same cases.

They knew human mind DO mistakes, and they were indeed humans too.

They knew a symptoms could mean thousands different kind of sickness. By researching, or even without shame asking advice from others (in front of their patients), they knew they could minimize these common mistakes. Most of the time, they could only handle 8-10 patients a day, because 1 patients with ‘headache, stomachache, cough’ could take them an hour of deep analysis.

What I appreciated most on how these western doctors did elaborate their diagnoses, is how they showed us commoners how their decision were taken right from the resources (books, expertise). This shows us how they treated us as equal, not some commoners who knew nothing, understood nothing, yet trusted everything. They even explain how the expenses they asked us to pay were coming from: how much their diagnoses valued (this differed on how complicated our sickness were), why they choose certain medicine and how much they costs.

They valued us as King.

Different in Indonesia when Doctors were valued as King and worst, God.

God KNEW everything, and didn’t have to do the ‘read and study’ like commoners did. Headache means headache, stomachache means diarrhea, and cough means inflammations. This wheal goes on and on, spinning around without explanation. Yet, Doctors got one of the highest paying jobs in the country.

 

 

Well, I could not blame this entire chaos to Doctors or those who worked on this industry. We did not have health ministry just to sit around and do nothing. And for the record, our pharmacology has a respected position in the world for having a complex regulation. But did this regulation get implemented once and for all? Give people a throughout explanation on the difference between medicines whether they were expensive or cheap, show them that medicines that coming through your supervisions were trustable, so when they earned your trusts, those illegal or ‘herbal’ medicine were banished naturally.

Show consistency on how you fought illegality and supervise the circulations of medicine.

Show people that you deserved their trusts.

 

 

 

To all people who worked in this industry:

May you find your inner willingness to treat first, not to ask; to find a solution with careful examination, not to rush things; to always bring comfort to people with right judgment and explanations. And most importantly: to NEVER EVER stop learning, because the faith of this nation is right within your hand.

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Foolsophy

we are once a wanderer of our own, chasing what’s on our mind within our own thoughts, solves our worriedness in loneliness, seeking the power of melancholic writing or searching for romanticized-lyric, just to give some relieve in our heavy-unshared thinking.

then we bumped into someone, when suddenly this customs are, well it’s not really an obligation, but you know you need some adaptation.

adjusting, to share what’s on your mind, to let them wanders around your thought with you, to welcome them on your world.

and somehow, it wasn’t as hard as you predict it would be. there’s still some things you keep to yourself, which is fairly humane I think. but after all, those fences you thought no one else could break, is piece by piece flew by without you even noticing.

 

 

that’s one person you talking about.

what about others, that came along with it?

is your fence wide enough to welcome those? or do YOU have the willingness to open your fence for them? are you comfortable enough, to adjust your highly-privatized life and turn it into a complete opposite of it?

 

human relationship possessed a completely strange vibe. you could switch over to a different personality you have never know ever existed. you suddenly have power to give in your human nature, and give way for others characteristic to penetrate you. you NEVER wanted to change things in that particular person, that never bother you in the first place, they are still as perfect as you found them way back them. you LOVE how they found comfort on others, as much as you found it on your own. then you started to consider, are you  too “exclusive”, too picky, or just vibrate in a completely odd frequency compare to others? you tried to change yourself, thinking maybe the exact problem lies within you and your stupid fences.

 

but then the question next is, are you absolutely pleasant with it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“you could still be

what you want to be,

what you said you were,

when you met me” 

Medicine-Daughter

 

 

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Refugee 101 (On a Stranger Point of View)

Refugees:
“A person who owing to a well-founded fear of being persecuted for reasons of race, religion, nationality, membership of a particular social group or political opinion, is outside the country of his nationality and is unable or, owing to such fear, is unwilling to avail himself of the protection of that country; or who, not having a nationality and being outside the country of his former habitual residence as a result of such events, is unable or, owing to such fear, is unwilling to return to it..”
(1951 Refugee Convention in Genève, article 1)

 

 

This particular word, Refugee(s), might sound so familiar for you, as every newspaper nowadays has marked them on their headlines several times of a month, or a week even.
Their photos spread everywhere, from children to older women, with different kind of skin colors and racial status, each struggled the worst condition in human race today: the loss of human rights.

 

 

In prior year, there are millions and millions of people flown from their own countries seeking for temporary shelter with reasons like religion clash, civil wars, poor economic condition and many other reasons.
The conditions of their country seems so dreadful, they even have guts to cross ocean with minimum preparation and terrible vessels, which delivers another sad news such as sinking vessels loaded with hundreds of poor condition of people, looking for asylum (terms scholars used to call shelter for refugees).
Some stories just irritable in a sense of “are you even human to even do that to another” kind of way, when another countries simply close their doors to these refugees, even after seeing their ripped clothes or tired face after such a long journey away from home.
Possible host countries are now openly rejecting the arrival of refugees in their countries, tightening their borders with tense stand-off police, making it impossible to find a new home, and stating clearly that they are opposed refugees in their land.

Not to mention there are people, migrant who only seek for “more”, are now utilize this chaotic situation to cross neighboring countries border with the intention only to migrate easier, which only causing more trouble and hardening the life of refugees.

 

 

Really, sometimes human are sooo brilliant, and smarter when they are in trouble, or in hard time.

 

 

And more we dig about this case; one crucial word seems to be the page-turner headlines.
Religion

In most case, dissimilarity in religion leads to inability to accept new people. Which is, good Lord, aren’t we already living in 21 century, where diversities celebrated and equality honored?

European and American are even shamefully build this “phobia” upon certain religion, continues to create riots voicing their refusal of these people.
Like, really?
Even worst, similarity in religion even, could not open the eyes of humanity.
Ethnic and religion cleansing, which is nonsense in every aspect of human conscience, are the reason of Rohingya became refugees in first place, but these reasons seems nothing to neighboring countries who claimed themselves “enormous” in number of people with same religion as what these refugees believes.
You should notice them, who has the same religion as you, as your family, am I right?
Is that the basic constitution of a religion?

 

 

Religion is NOT the reason to blame. Human did.
People fear of instability. People fear of strangers. People fear of insecurity. People fear that these poor people will turn wealthy, snatched their job opportunity, and won’t go back to their country, just like what the Turks now experienced in Germany.

 

Faster we run to liberality, faster we backed right where we started.
Or even further back.
What’s different now with isolated ghetto in Europe, or Berlin Walls, or the fear of Jewish community taken control of European economy back in 1930s?
Goodbye Schengen. Goodbye Union. Goodbye free trade. Goodbye solidarity

 

 

 

But refugee is not as simple as morality anymore.

It’s about ego combined with sense of security topped with greed.
Government, people nowadays call it.
Morality came in 100th place, they even discussed on “trading” refugees to 3rd party countries, when the host country could not or would not accept them.
Did you see the “shelter” or can we say remote island Australian has built to cage the unwanted refugee?
Dreadful, when you imagine kids locked up in a tiny island.
Not to mention how shelters are now privatized by their government and people are making business out of it.

Hell.
Refugees are people; they are not products to be packaged at the lowest price and sold to the highest bidders, guys.

 

 

Somehow, when I read those articles, this tiny part of my heart felt, sadly, relieved.
Relieved that I don’t have this necessity to ‘choose’ to whom I’ve belonged to.
Relieved that I always been welcome to this country I called home.
Relieved that I could educate myself, praise whatever whoever wherever I want, deliver opinion and express myself in every possible way I could think of.

(Anyway, I read one article that could sooth my heart. It’s about religion as part of solution, where thousands of people out there already believe it as driving force behind wars.
Religious leader should gathered up and conduct interfaith discussion more often so that they could acts as a peacemaker and reconciler, as the voice of conscience, to make sure that Religion is here in this world to unite, not divide humanity)

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Capability

The greatest gift God ever gave to humanity is the capability of surviving.

The urge to protect yourself from harm; the urge to have chances; the urge to live.


It not always have to be some major act, things like searching for free food when you have no money on your pocket, or scream your lungs out when something scared you off, or even to push yourself to cheat on test when you ran out of time.
These acts, are the way your body telling you to survive, because yes they wanted to have chances.

Your body and mind believe that there will be something more, hopefully better, after those moments.


So this morning, I read these moving articles about these extraordinary children called feral children.
These children have bravery and willingness to live, higher than any other people you might ever know, since they survived themselves by living with animals.

From the tiniest age, they already taught themselves how to live, to eat, to crawl like animals, just so that they could live another day.

And it’s not a matter of a week or two, but years of survival.
One child, for instance, whose life already transmitted into dozen kinds of documentaries in Ukraine, found living with dogs for 6 years, she can barely spit any kind of human voices when found and preferring to act as her companion: dogs.
On other cases, this Cambodian girl, who spent most of her life in a rare jungle for almost 19 years, was found in the jungle. After living as “human” for 3 years, she still craves the needs to live as one of the jungle community.
Fled back several times to the nearest jungle, slept for days in farms, refused to speak and clothed, she continues to show her longing for her old life in the jungle.

As I read further case after case of these feral children, when pity surrounded the news and discussion board as they continue to find ways to redirect these children to the normal terms of humanity, I felt sad instead.

Sad because, what if these children found comfort not within human, but within animals?

What if these constant compulsions to make them as people in general, are actually making them frustrated and happiness that people wanted them to feel are ceased instead?

Happiness is subjective.
We can’t generalize things that made one person happy will create the same result to the others.
We might think that the ability to speak, to walk straight, to talk to others, can create happiness.
But others, strange as it is, might find happiness in the middle of silence, in the moment when their skin touches dirt and soil, in the comfort of animals as companion.

People who never been introduce to proper urban life, who spent most of their life living under poor condition with no technologies, might be happier than us who has been exposed to many different kind of modern living.
With “not knowing” what they have been missing,they ARE happy beyond words.
The way we taught them that there’s so much more out there, on the other hand, is may somehow increasing their span of happiness level and at the same time decreasing their state of happiness.
Knowing more, making them feeling less, if that’s make sense.

Prosperity is, suddenly, a warranty of achieving happiness.

 

 

What made me even sadder after reading site by site of these feral children, is not the condition these kids have been living.
But how, after being back to humanity, some kids found the companions of rural animals and bonds they’ve made are far better than human they have been known.

Is their home so bad, they rather spent their entire lifetime with creatures who know nothing but how to survive?
Is human love, things we celebrate and proud of the most, somehow can be weaker than animal instinct?


To read more about these incredible and brave children:
http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20151012-feral-the-children-raised-by-wolves
http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/videos/feral-children/
http://www.tampabay.com/features/humaninterest/the-girl-in-the-window/750838
And Wikipedia always a good source of curiosity 🙂

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Learning Curve

The thing about human is we never, ever stop learning.


Whether from school, books, family, friends, or even stranger you bumped on random streets.
But our eyes is weak, they adjusted themselves to their surroundings, and forgot what they have seen before.
When you’re constantly seeing something so big, you forgot the little things you’ve used to see before.
It is still there, your eyes still caught a glimpse of it, but the desire to stick it to your brain, is disappeared.
We continuously longing for something humongous, then we forgot to appreciate the little things that mattered.



Like, when you spell what you did out on daily basis, you learned you still have that wonderful early morning chat with your cleaning assistant, when nobody’s even present yet. Learning that someone so young could bear so many responsibilities in his shoulder, and still within his power helping me on both necessary to unnecessary matters, you understood that you can learn and grow in any circumstances.
He truly is, the best computer geek I’ve ever met! 🙂


Or, when we learn that nothing’s impossible.
Even the extraordinaire planet Earth, now finally has the real reddish-planet competition, which 10 years ago might only be a mocking joke, a myth.
But hey, 10 years later we might sip our coffee in a brand new environment, might be similar to what those sci-fi movie we once watched.
The power of human creativity, fueled with determination to make it happen.


When you notice that even someone as highly and conventional as Pope, do also learn.
Learn not to be judgmental to any kind of people, even though they crossed what He taught on.
Learn not to be a pusher, but a giver.
Learn that everything he said resembled his faith; that he needs to prioritize what essential for Him, and leave what’s been only an institutional idea.
Pope Francis rocks! (and he, indeed, will release a rock album somewhat in the future!)


And you learn from one of your favorite movie of all time, that in order to change something, all you need is simply to do one single act of random kindness at a time.
That you must ask, and you shall receive.
That the greatest gift He would ever, and always give to you, is opportunity.
Opportunity to be patient, when you asked for patience. Opportunity to be courageous, when you asked for courage.
Thanks, Evan Almighty, for your life-time lesson.


Or, simply when book you re-read suddenly gave you chill.
You learn that no, you can’t plan on what’s going to REALLY happen to you.
How a person went from someone you have never met to the only one who mattered.
How sometimes, adjusting might turn into something more beautiful than completing.
Because there is no single expectation that impossible to outgrown.



Suddenly, Sondre Lerche song came out of nowhere. He did sing it best:
Prepare, to be surprised



I have so many words coming out of my head; I need to write it down -____-

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Homeland Pride

One of my lifetime project, and one of the most important one, before I turn 25 is this: to know my country better and further.

I’ve sense, since 5/6 years ago, that I’ve been totally westernized.

Okay, i made that words up, but what I meant is that I’ve been developing this habit of mine of thinking that everything about western civilization is great. I’ve been addicted with, from things as simple as movies, songs, to heavier things as books, people to look up to, and so on.

I’ve been worshipping them way way too much, and way waaaay too long. I’ve been neglecting the urge to know my country better, if you met me and have real conversation with me, you’ll grab the drift that I, shamelessly, have no idea where I’ve been standing this moment.

I have no sort of clue whatsoever about Its history, I have zero respect on people who civilized around (specially those who rules, those who dictated and those who follows), and I have no recollection on being proud of my education in Indonesia, even geographically, you can say I have the knowledge of a fifth grader.


I can say that I’ve been digging a little deeper unto European/World history and gather a lot more information about it more than I knew the historical detail of my own country.
I can popped answers about capital city of dozens of countries around the globe but have no idea of where certain city lies on the map, or things as silly as what traditional beverages are famous of from my country.


How could you name those places your home, when your heart doesn’t tingle when little things brought back your childhood conception?
How could you call those places your homeland, when your memory doesn’t linger in certain corner, when your skins just shiver when you recalled cheesy things you’ve done there?
Home is the people behind your thought, places where your destination headed, your entire lifetime journey to be the best version of you.
When this thought stroke me, I felt extremely embarrassed for the lack of knowledge I gathered from place I grew up, people who gave me chances for chasing my dreams, and nation where I found beauty in humblest thing.


Never have I been so proud of myself, until I discover these two things: My Faith and My Heritage.

So these 3 years ahead I have above me, I have mended myself to invest small part of my time in some sort of discovery project:
1. Read; People who have the courage to lead, Man who had a vision of a better future, Those who’ve created culture you’re living right now, whether it was towards an ideal nations or worst.
2. Explore; Places you’ve never been before, Spots people neglected, Paths that will remind you of how amazing your homeland is.
3. Build; New perspective on your country, Sense of pride of being Indonesian, and Strong passion to learn more about the land you’ve stood in.


Dan mungkin, mencoba menulis dalam Bahasa Indonesia dalam frekuensi yang lebih tinggi, serta dalam ejaan yang lebih baik dan benar?

That’s a tough one, though 😦

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Nothing Lasts Forever

1. Give thanks, to every single one who made you smile, even a little bit;

2. Respect those, who inspire your life-changing decision, the one who simply made you have that courage to wake up this early morning, or those who made you stand right where you are.

3. Grateful for, people who laugh at your jokes, and forgive you when you got a little bit off the roads

4. Spread love, to those who are longing for warm embrace, those who always misses, those who crave attention

5. Pay attention, on what people said wholeheartedly, on what your closest wanted you to do, if those for your own good or your surroundings

6. Speak, what hurt your heart the most, what you think was right, and what you wanted the world to change.

7. Stand up, for what you believe, for who loves you, and for someone who means the world to you.

semoga bisa. semoga bisa. semoga bisa.

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