'I d be thinking of you on Sunday', says the old lady with the most kind eyes and beautiful face. She has a hairstyle like Diana and carries it so well. A few weeks back I'd examined her and she knew that I had an exam coming up. She was so yellow then (obstructive jaundice ) and now was told that she had a pancreatic growth. She had seemed to digest the news pretty bravely and was looking forward to be discharged home today. I told her today that exam was on Sunday and that everybody else had already given theirs. 'I know you’d pass', she reassured. I hope I do. Its strange that my exam is on twentieth, about a week after the last date. I hope they are conducting one on the day, at least the mail said so. 'I should sue the college if I there isn't one, right', I explain to myself while talking to this colleague from Sri Lanka. 'Yes, you should tell them that I’ve gone through much tension and trauma while preparing and can't imagine going thr...
Once upon a time, there were five beautiful girls, and one handsome boy.Their names were Hajra, Nosheen, Ayesha, Zaina, Zarka and Anwar.They were all wonderful doctors,nicely trained, kind hearted people.Fate bought them all together in the month of October, in Pulmonology rotation. . . . . Their first week was with Dr Ali Zubairi.One of the most fun weeks.Few patients, plenty of doctors.Dr Ali Zubairi read their follow ups and corrected them with his black pen if required,and wrote “”good’” if the follow ups excited him. One of the patients had tuberculous effusion, chest tube in,she was 16,small for her age, but with a very sharp brain.She passed a vibrant smile, whenever they meet her. Then their was this asthmatic lady whose wheeze continued despite optimization.Dr Ali Zubairi asked her if there was any family history positive for asthma.She went blank.Two days later when she was a little better, she told Dr Ali Zubairi” the other day you were asking me whether anyon...