Sunday Morning

I can tell you all for a fact (cross my heart) that the following event did NOT happen in the country with SG as its initial.

It was just another day in the life of Ah Seng the hospital cleaner. He has been assigned to clean the operating theatres (OT) since the beginning of last year. He hated his job. The OTs were always so cold and he was just wearing this thin, filmsy OT baju, not unlike the on-call bajus that doctors wear (which you can sometimes see their underwears in). But looking at the other cleaners, some stuck in the hot and humid "C-Class" wards, he felt slightly better. What else can he do? He was already 60+ years old. He needed a hearing aid. He did not know any computers. Who would want to hire him?

It was a Sunday, and in this hospital, they did not do any operations on Sundays, unless it was an emergency. And Ah Seng knew that there were hardly any emergencies in that region. Not on a lazy, quiet Sunday morning.

Ah Seng was cleaning the OT when he saw light coming from one of the windows on the OT doors. He heard the all too familiar sounds of a procedure going in there.

"Must be another road traffic accident again.." Ah Seng thought to himself as he tried to remember whether he saw anything on his way to the hospital that morning.

Ah Seng peered through the window. He saw the surgeon (who was one of the consultants)hard at work, beads of perspiration on his forehead. He saw the scrub nurse busy with her hands as well, helping the surgeon along.

Yeah, you guessed it. They were having sex. On the OT table.

Ah Seng quietly left the OT.
He told Ahmad, his supervisor.
Ahmad told his friends during one of the smoking breaks.
A junior doctor was near the smoking break.
Yadda Yadda Yadda

A couple of weeks later, the surgeon and his wife moved to another part of the country. The scrub nurse also changed hospital to work in.

And no, they did not move to the same hospital.