The hack back

This might actually be too late to be writing about such an exciting incident that happened to me, but better late than never at all.
So here is the thing. I had my iPad stolen on Oct 2, 2013 from my room. Who would have imagined it returning in my hands exactly 7 months afterwards? I think there’ll be very few people who would have had a fair share of such experiences to retell.
It happened to lie in the room of one of my batchmates for over 5 months. Funny thing which struck me was that this particular batch mate of mine could have thought up the idea of either contacting someone concerned or at least asking around so that the word would have been spread around.
However the manner in which the device was returned to me took me by mild surprise, when a call came at exact 12:05 informing me that there happened to be an iPad which was displaying that the particular iPad was a stolen one and if anybody would find it he may kindly contact the number displayed (my cell number).
When I switched on the device, the software was already restored and to my further bewilderment had been updated to the latest version! I totally went high on the fact that I’d got it back after so many months and couldn’t seem to make sleep reach my eyes, which apparently stayed wide open till 4 o’clock next morning. Bonus on this was that my parents had come to visit me and this adrenaline rushed episode happened right beneath their noses and they could equally relate to my happiness!
Peace to all.

Whiling away time

The perfect way to while away time in the Orthopedics Emergency is to sit on the granite raise, spread your legs, sip off of a 2L cocacola bottle at times, flipping through the pages of a very hard to read novel; and finally hoping that the night will go as light as the day was, with maximum 7-8 patients all together.

The worst fear of a night duty doctor is to handle cases like Intestinal perforation, obstruction, pelvic fracture and such; and somehow patients with these conditions manage to find the holy duration between 3-4 am in the morning auspicious enough to come at our doorsteps for emergency care. Complaints of the patients are in general ignored in a lower middle class Indian family and it is not till the patient collapses out of vomiting or goes unconscious or goes crazy shouting her lungs out that the family realizes the need to approach an actual hospital.

Hope to get some sleep tonight.
Till next time,

Peace

Faces of death

Yellow, sodden, eyes in a crater, bulging belly, shrivelled arms and legs……..
 
Smelly, pus-laden amputated foot….
 
A little boy, lying with a hood over his head, saliva dribbling form his face…
 
These are few of the many faces of death that Doctors would face in a general medicine or surgery ward day in and day out.
 
Life goes on. Somehow, Doctors believe in these words so much that even after watching so many lives lost under their hands every day, they get up in the morning, fresh as usual, ready to save more lives. Help people live. But where do these Doctors get such a Heavenly power to keep sorrow from affecting them and their work is a matter of deep thought. It starts from the very first day of the Medical School; pieces of someone’s arm, someone’s face, someone’s leg; displayed in full montage. These fresh from school young boys and girls are taught why these prosections as they are called are so important in their days to come. These pieces are to act as reminders that they belonged to someone’s brother, someone’s mother or someone’s son, before they ended up on the dissection table as objects of academic interests. It is jokingly said that Doctors are but fools with the attitude of playing God with scalpel and scissors as their playthings. Such play to defy God himself, to revert the process of death; to uplift the various faces of death towards enlightenment. The faces of death do not haunt these Doctors as they have learnt to live with them, care for them, understand them as they are; pages of reading and hours of eyesore and insomnia lead to such a state of mind.
 
“A single death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic”
 
Not quite unlike this quote, the first death any doctor faces throws him a big shockwave. He skips a meal; wonders for a day or two. It is by no means less than the feeling of loss of a family member. Death in family is one that you can mourn with other members. Loss of a patient gives him a feeling which he cannot share with the rest of the world and can be related to only by a colleague. Soon he realises the exact nature of this feeling and the various ways in which he has to compress his emotions at the bottom of his heart.

A well composed doctor is born, who can face death with a straight face and move on with his clinical duties.

Until next time,
Peace.