Sunday, August 28, 2011
C A L M
The door flung open. The ward boy stepped in. His face as if he had seen a ghost.
He asked me to come quickly and see a patient who was not doing well.
The door slammed as he stepped out again.
I had just finished seeing all the patients a minute ago. It had taken almost 4 hours. And I was tired.
I sat there thinking what could have gone for a minute. The stood up and walked out.
I reached the patient. His relatives surrounding him. One after the other touching his dressing and then stepping away in horror.
I found that his bogota had burst open due to his persistent cough and his guts were lying on the bed.
Strangely I did not get mortified. I didn't freeze. My mind started working on its own.
It still took me an hour to get the patient to the OT.
But my heart didn't pound once.
I did inform my senior. He couldn't make it.
So it was up to me.
I requested the anesthetist to sedate the patient. But he refused.
So there was I. Alone. With the patient.
And I managed to sew on a new bogota.
All this and I managed to remain calm.
Somehow it made me happy.
Somehow I think I will survive.
The patient didn't though. He expired a few hours later. But his family thanked me when they left. Strange!