What a Pity !

Phew.I difficult day, indeed.
And it is more because We & God worked synergestically to make it one.

To start with, a Scheduled Surgery Tute at 9 in the morning.The pattern of tute being a complete de-novo...having all one-line answers, MCQs, true/false, 5-Liners. Against the expected ONLY MCQs.And only 15 minutes for 12 questions.
Allright, Like always,I had Kookie to oxygenate me through the hypoxic episode. Saved. ;)

Today, we started with our Surgery Rotations. And Being the Surgery-Lover I am, I over-enthusiastically fought the others who decided not to go today for the joining AND finally was able to convince (Read as:catch-hold of) a dear friend of mine to join me for my venture to the 'OTs & OPDs of Surgery'.

Entered the MGH premises & met one of the Senior Surgery Doctor at the Main Entrance.God gave him a vision. And the normal-he-is, not even eyeing at the down-trodden medical students; today, called us,'8th semis?' ('Man, how does he know we are 8th semis?' - he has never taught us.)
'Yes,Sir.'
'Posted where?'
Damn it. The biggest mistake we ever did.
'Surgery, Sir.'
'Olrite, Male Ward, Inguinal Hernia, Admitted yesterday. History Taking & examination. I'll take a class.'

We both were very happy. Yes. Yeah. We'll sincerely take the clinicals this time. ATLEAST THIS TIME. (The second-last rotation that it happens to be, and we are even worse than the 2nd Semis. Okays, they don't do any clinicals, but atleast they know some bit of Anatomy.And we are like de-nervated muscles at it.However hard you try to contract it, it won't even Twitch.Useless.

Anyways, our happiness was soon transformed into worry.We both din't have the clinical examination book. She thought, I would be carrying it(as I usually unfailingly do.) Mine was with Kookie.And I stupid-ly had expected Wish to carry.(Stupid, coz she is one creature who can even forget to carry her spectacles to the Cinema-hall for the movie she was dying to watch.)

Then began our search.Called up friends, tried to convince them to come to the Hospital for 'A-VERY-IMPORTANT-CLASS' or 'SIR-TEACHES-GREATLY', but none gave an approval.Crap.Searched all the possible wards of the surgery deptt,SW-A, SW-B, ESI, Burnt-Unit.Caught 2 residents.Asked for any damn clinical book.A 'NO'.

Went Back to our Unit.Seeing no way out, started taking the history.
Swelling-25-30 years
Pain-8-10 years
'Swelling ko kaise describe karte hai?'
'ermm...Site, Size, Shape.'
'Aur...'
'Yaar, Yaad nahi. Ek saal ho gaya. Kuch yaad nahi aa raha.'
'Yaar, joining dene aaye the.Kya pata tha pehle din hi aisa ho jayega.Bhaag jaye?'
And there he enters. Along with the Unit-Head. We literally passed-off.
'Ab kya?'
'Nothing, let's just do wat-ever we know.okays, now write.'
'Site: Groin ya inguinal region. Kya likhu'
'Size: 15cm ya 20 cm.' The mind had stopped functioning.And only Sympathetic Stimulations were keeping us through.
'Shape: Globular. No. Oval. No. Moderately Oval.'
Insane Us.
'Olrite, reducible? Compressible? Direct/Indirect type?'
Got some points to be examined. But, How???
We DONT HAVE A BOOK. :(

Anything that could happen to us today was Defamation.And we were morbidly-dreading it.
Alright, Got gloves for us. The patient was standing with his privy-parts exposed. Yes, he would have been feeling the embarrassment.But, we were feeling the lethal-est form of embarrassment coz of our poor plight- now, and the one, that could happen a few moments from then.

In this mentally-tortured state of mine, my adrenals gave me an idea (Nothing works at the time of crisis, except the cute little Supra-renals.), An idea which could land us safely, without even a scratch to our soul.
The idea worked.
'3 of the 5 students have their Orthopedics post-end today.And they won't be able to make it here today.Can we present the case tomorrow?'

Just thanked God for in-congruency of the Departments, otherwise, he would have known,there is nothing existent by the name of 'Ward-lee in Ortho.' :D


'What a pity?' - My soul is playing this reminder in a snooze mode.

A Face saving Day, says Tele.