Flyover

saw a really complicated case of anemia and jaundice in the medicine ward today… while taking the history, we got to know that the patient had suffered emotional trauma a few years back coz his sister had expired, and on asking the cause, we were told that her in-laws had killed her. i just felt so… weird after hearing that… i mean… to think that such things can happen to someone you meet.

was thinking… this is exactly why i had chosen medicine, kind of. its a different matter that when i had chosen it i had had no other choice… but regardless, the extent to which this stream brings you in contact with people. its amazing.

gross coz… well, its gross. for the first time in my life, saw a delivery, and not just one. two. was shaking all over during and after the experience, especially when the patient would shriek in pain, which would happen often. actually didnt exactly see the actual delivery… saw the part immediately following delivery. cord traction and expulsion of the placenta. and suturing of the cut in the birth canal.
would have seen the actual baby coming out as well in the 2nd delivery but was slightly late, thanks to a bit of delay on part of the teacher taking the class. as it was, i saw a few seconds old baby, covered in membrane, mucus, blood etc. the doctor on hand was putting half her arm inside and stabilising the uterus, while pulling the placenta with the other hand. the first delivery was a bit complicated, pre term i think (i think i took the history of the patient a few days back and she was perhaps only 7 months pregnant), and it was particularly gruesome to watch the whole process. so itika decided that she will go for in vitro fertilisation in a surrogate mother, and i decided that i’ll adopt. and like we were discussing, for family planning, show people the process in the labour room, instead of talking to people across a desk. and like we were wondering, it’s understandable if women opt for it once. as in, people make mistakes. but twice? even thrice? i mean… GROSS.

and it was nice, because it was really interesting. its true that we were all badly nauseated, in particular, me, itika and harsimran, and remained in a daze for a long time after that. but it was nice nevertheless. and i am really glad i got the chance to see it, and really sad that i missed out the actual delivery of the baby.

you know its weird, but i actually feel that i bought the ibo gold medal in sector 22 rehri market… as if it was all a big fraud, and i was a big accident… why am i thinking of something that happened so long ago? i guess coz i havent done any really good thing since then, so maybe i am suffering from some confidence crisis or something.

was just thinking of my old, more religious blogging days… it has been 3.5 years since i have been blogging… gave me a bit of nostalgia.

you know what… all said and done, i am a lucky person. i mean, often it looks like i am not, like today morning when paanwali caught itika writing notes to me, with somewhat ‘compromising’ stuff written in them… she looked positively shocked on reading the contents. perfectly speechless. and then it seemed unlucky when i bumped into rk’s mom today… it seemed unlucky when anti-arrhythmic agents continued constituting OHP. but like i said, all said and done, i am a lucky person. i have very very loving and interesting parents, a bunch of people who genuinely care for me, a genuine interest in almost everything, so i seldom get perfectly bored, a nice room, lots of books, a connection which gives me 10 paise for every minute of incoming, thereby giving me infinite happiness, plenty of bingo in the kitchen, lots of milk and ginger, and so many good memories. in short, i am a really really lucky person.

that the birthday is over. the most incredibly pathetic one of my life– my 20th birthday… thanks to mum and dad. undoubtedly.
though, thank you to some for the good parts of it- especially ‘PAPS’, ironking and superstarangel ( ). thank you so much guys. and thank you everybody who remembered to wish me… no worries if you didnt… i tend to forget birthdays myself.