Last Call!
Its Sunday, I get ready for my call, arrange food in my tiffin for the tough day ahead.As I head for the hospital ,the rest of the city seems to be asleep.I gather my energy and tell myself, its ok, its the last call in oncology! Almost five months, and it definitely does not seem like yesterday! . It all started with wing (private wing).One month there.I was blessed with the luxury of an intern,whose claim to fame was that he’d gotten married the previous month.An elderly lady, with metastatic carcinoma of ovary was admitted for management of gastroenteritis.Once done with history the patient said, “Doctor, all I want is some HIV drips and an early discharge tomorrow!”. My jaw almost dropped to the floor.”Oh sorry doc, I meant to say IV drips”, she gave a sheepish smile. That month eventually passed smoothly. The chiefs then forgot to displace me for the next three months Subsequently followed by a gap of five months I again landed in oncology, but this time around it was floo...