During internship....
Gynae department.
Somehow I always loathed the duties or even setting foot in Gynae department.
It was literally all females department.
Doctors and patients both of the fairer sex.
There was always some kind of toughness in the doctors. You don't find the usual softness of behavior although outwardly they were all women.
So much ego issues and all that.
And seeing the suffering of ladies during pregnancy and childbirth made me averse to the idea of marriage.
It was so repulsive !
But during internship I witnessed a scene which despite its seriousness, I found it so amusing.
It so happened that we were just entering the minor OT (operation theater) when I heard a woman shrieking and cursing her husband in choicest abuses.
It was so baffling !
She was shouting, " May you rot in hell ! You wretched man ! Sister *****r !
You are responsible for this !"
I was alarmed at heart wrenching shrieks, the agony of the suffering woman.
I thought she was abusing the doctor, some intern or house - surgeon.
But when I was told she was cursing her own husband while getting the MTP (abortion) done, I couldn't help smiling.
She was pouring out all her anger against the husband lying on the trolley in Gynae department.
Then there were women in Labour room.
Delivering babies.
As a fresher it was really horrible to see the whole thing.
The cries of labor pains.
Just a tiny hole and some thing hairy (head of the baby) peeping out of it.
Keep watch.
Have patience.
See the dilatation progress.
And the mounting cries, heart rendering cries !
It is like dying yourself and giving a new life and being born anew.
What suffering !
Again it strengthened my resolve to never get married . ( Time changed my thinking later on)
But there was one woman I can never forget.
It was her first child and first delivery is always more painful and difficult.
But this lady !
Never once she emitted a sigh during the whole labor !
Never once her face was distorted with suppressed pain.
She was so calm !
I was assisting in the delivery of her baby.
"She is not bearing down properly. She is not paying heed to my instructions, " I thought.
We used to give" little stimulations " to the patient who was delivering.
Slap lightly on the thighs, on the cheeks(less frequently), and all the time maintain the monotone" push, push, push........... " in a loud voice.
So I tried everything with this calm patient of mine who seemed as if she was relaxing and not delivering a baby !
So I was hard with her.
She was causing unnecessary delay and I gave the" stimuli "still harder.
But I didn't know.
She was praying silently and wanted to bring her child in the world without even a single sigh.
I knew it the moment she suddenly delivered quietly as one would pop out some small thing out of the mouth.
The baby came out just like that !
Without the slightest discomfort to the mother !
Only after she had delivered, did she screw up her face a bit. She was feeling pain after all. But she let it show only after it was over.
Brave woman !
Another memorable incident of amusing abusing I witnessed when we were in final year of MBBS.
We were having our clinical duties in department of surgery.
Minor OT.
We heard a man hurling abuses at the doctor who was treating him !
It was all behind the screen.
The man was a huge farmer from nearby village. A man with rustic behavior and language. (majority of patients came from nearby villages)
But why was he hurling obscenities at the doctor who was treating him?
It was both annoying and amusing to see the patient. But we felt sorry for his condition too.
It so happened that his foreskin on the genitals wouldn't come back to the tip and stayed retracted and formed a tight band which "throttled" the tip and the whole organ was swollen like a cauliflower.
Some fluid was filled in the swollen thing and the poor doctor was puncturing the swollen manhood to let the fluid out so that the organ would come to normal size and foreskin could cover the tip again.
The doctor was puncturing holes with a syringe, the patient was jumping (literally) on the trolley, with all the unmentionable abuses being hurled out of his mouth.
We were embarrassed.
But medical students learn to turn embarrassing situations into academic sessions.
And we surely did it ! :)
Gynae department.
Somehow I always loathed the duties or even setting foot in Gynae department.
It was literally all females department.
Doctors and patients both of the fairer sex.
There was always some kind of toughness in the doctors. You don't find the usual softness of behavior although outwardly they were all women.
So much ego issues and all that.
And seeing the suffering of ladies during pregnancy and childbirth made me averse to the idea of marriage.
It was so repulsive !
But during internship I witnessed a scene which despite its seriousness, I found it so amusing.
It so happened that we were just entering the minor OT (operation theater) when I heard a woman shrieking and cursing her husband in choicest abuses.
It was so baffling !
She was shouting, " May you rot in hell ! You wretched man ! Sister *****r !
You are responsible for this !"
I was alarmed at heart wrenching shrieks, the agony of the suffering woman.
I thought she was abusing the doctor, some intern or house - surgeon.
But when I was told she was cursing her own husband while getting the MTP (abortion) done, I couldn't help smiling.
She was pouring out all her anger against the husband lying on the trolley in Gynae department.
Then there were women in Labour room.
Delivering babies.
As a fresher it was really horrible to see the whole thing.
The cries of labor pains.
Just a tiny hole and some thing hairy (head of the baby) peeping out of it.
Keep watch.
Have patience.
See the dilatation progress.
And the mounting cries, heart rendering cries !
It is like dying yourself and giving a new life and being born anew.
What suffering !
Again it strengthened my resolve to never get married . ( Time changed my thinking later on)
But there was one woman I can never forget.
It was her first child and first delivery is always more painful and difficult.
But this lady !
Never once she emitted a sigh during the whole labor !
Never once her face was distorted with suppressed pain.
She was so calm !
I was assisting in the delivery of her baby.
"She is not bearing down properly. She is not paying heed to my instructions, " I thought.
We used to give" little stimulations " to the patient who was delivering.
Slap lightly on the thighs, on the cheeks(less frequently), and all the time maintain the monotone" push, push, push........... " in a loud voice.
So I tried everything with this calm patient of mine who seemed as if she was relaxing and not delivering a baby !
So I was hard with her.
She was causing unnecessary delay and I gave the" stimuli "still harder.
But I didn't know.
She was praying silently and wanted to bring her child in the world without even a single sigh.
I knew it the moment she suddenly delivered quietly as one would pop out some small thing out of the mouth.
The baby came out just like that !
Without the slightest discomfort to the mother !
Only after she had delivered, did she screw up her face a bit. She was feeling pain after all. But she let it show only after it was over.
Brave woman !
Another memorable incident of amusing abusing I witnessed when we were in final year of MBBS.
We were having our clinical duties in department of surgery.
Minor OT.
We heard a man hurling abuses at the doctor who was treating him !
It was all behind the screen.
The man was a huge farmer from nearby village. A man with rustic behavior and language. (majority of patients came from nearby villages)
But why was he hurling obscenities at the doctor who was treating him?
It was both annoying and amusing to see the patient. But we felt sorry for his condition too.
It so happened that his foreskin on the genitals wouldn't come back to the tip and stayed retracted and formed a tight band which "throttled" the tip and the whole organ was swollen like a cauliflower.
Some fluid was filled in the swollen thing and the poor doctor was puncturing the swollen manhood to let the fluid out so that the organ would come to normal size and foreskin could cover the tip again.
The doctor was puncturing holes with a syringe, the patient was jumping (literally) on the trolley, with all the unmentionable abuses being hurled out of his mouth.
We were embarrassed.
But medical students learn to turn embarrassing situations into academic sessions.
And we surely did it ! :)
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