Credit: Pinterest Sarawak, 1950. A tattooed Orang Ulu nurse and patient. Have you noticed how so often we are made to realise of our shortcomings? We thought the house was spick and span only to receive a metaphorical smack on the head when it is discovered that the stench was actually culminating the years sweeping the dirt under the carpet and the moisture it accumulated year in year out. Our colonial masters left us with a community level medical services network that we could be proud of. In the late 50s and all through the 70s, every gravid mother, parturient and neonate in a village was given personalised attention by the members of the medical team. They took great pleasure in caring for them from the cradle to the grave (when the time is ripe, of course). One of their greatest success stories is the immunisation programme that drastically brought down the incidence of common communicable diseases. Over time, we have become complacent. Lurking beneath the surface so...
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