A lot of things are left out lest I forgot to put them up...The double emergency went well, with just 21 admissions. With 64 admissions that Black Wednesday, I am prepared to handle every Enteric Fever, CVA, ARDS, or Unstable Angina that turns out to be Meningitis, Dyselectrolemia, Bronchitis or Gastritis. And with seats nearly doubling this year, I am happy I am getting two Bacche that I will be very happy to keep them working for causes they believe they make a difference to. Baljeet, the Pancreatitis guy expired. His attendants had come to return the drugs I had gone on to make freely available to them. Only confirms the belief that we should not admit patients who we cannot promise a cure. 18 days of any treatment culminating to a death is worse than murder by negligence. While all this time the patient could have gone and shown himself to a Surgeon and got himself cured.
Am yet to check my Internet connection which has made it impossible for me to download Oxford's Book of Medicine ( to be read by my Posterity, or buried alongside my dead
body in my External Hard Drives, considering the hectic schedule 9/V has been, still I am not complaining.
And I miss Cuttack. Am still unable to bring myself to write about it. maybe I will write, in glimpses...I am going there, and in the Monsoon. and return will hopefully mark a trip to Ladakh if god permits plans to go through...
Am about to present a paper, hopefully, a diagnosis first made by me, which my Professor is still upholding, happens to be a Cold Abscess of the Sternum. But my Internet is not cooperating at all with connecting to the links it provides on Google.
Also, something snapped my life into its place, for which I am grateful in conclusion. I saw what I was supposed to see long back. It has grounded me, and its a piece of life I will never forget till the end of days. Additionally, I have tried to be less confused about the same and now, going on about life will be much more sedated.
The most amazing thing about this was that, about this thing as well, I first dreamt about. I wish I have this intuition when it comes to patients...It wouldn't at least make me wake up in tears.
Trying to down the book Revolutionary Road and the Movie Gatacca, but I have been too tired for the same. Next Emergency is Wednesday and there the criteria will not exist not to admit hemodynamically stable patients. Considering that, am confident, we will have 40 patients each of whom we treat 50 percent rather than 25 percent each of whom receive 80 percent....
Only 3 months left to change it. Too much chaos. And very indisciplined taking advantage of a Professor who is benevolent to a greater extent..an extent that proves detrimental to the patients in the long run. And a SR who is a gem of a person but cannot say a word to those who defy her. half the time I stand up for her. My SR, also my Senior from SCB, is a very good Doctor and human being, whose delicateness is at times the cause of my envy, at times the cause of my pity. And a voice that can put the angriest Dragoness of Netherworld to sleep....But more about all that later...I am about to catch some well deserved sleep...Hopefully I will be up in the night to write about the latest movie, The Hurt Locker.
Your yearning for Cuttack took me back to my chidhood days there.I was born in SCB Medical college.1970-1974,spent in Cuttack.Purbasha,Meria Bazar.My first school-Stewart school.Walking with my father on the banks of Mahanadi.Rickshaw rides through Buxi bazar and other gullies.Playing with childhood pals-Palash&Donna in Bampi shahi.Evening visits to Chandi mandir.Bali jatra in kartik mas.Melodious AKSHAY MOHANTI playing on LP.My mother cooking delicious meals.My father bringing rajnigandha flowers from Calcutta Florist.Happy childhood.Left Cuttack in 1974.The family bliss was gone.Both my parents died in Rohtak.Karma!From Cuttack to Rohtak-a roller-coaster ride called life.I'm sorry for getting personal,but Cuttack evokes memories.....
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