Speaking doctors

Guest post   So again, I woke up to the dreadful fact that it’s (med) school no more! You can’t go late to the ward or bunk a patient (*sigh*). It’s always the same every morning, feeling of staying some more time snugged in the bed and till date I feel the same. Beside my wishes, my alarm is quite loud-mouthed. It keeps screaming until I wake up. And the patient’s census guessing start right from the bed, “OMG, I’m already late,’I think we have to follow 15, hmmm, 18 patients.. God knows how many admissions last night. Ahh, Dr. Shayan must be waiting, let’s be quick ‘. So I get ready to reach private wing, with the same wishes in my head. Not to mention the pager hunting in my bag, securing the meal coupons and yeah the much talked about ID card. And the day begins…. A day in Oncology rotation; Oh simple things, where have you gone? So I reached private wing, where the young man at the counter known as UR throws the same old question, before I could even take a breath,” A...

(Guest Post) The hospital makes sure we get lots of proteins. I wake up from my slumber and grab my cell to see what time it is. I think the buffer created by the snooze option has made me lazy. Finally, when I gather enough ATPs to drag myself out of bed, I am welcomed by an azure sky and singing sparrows. I get ready for the day and hang my AKU card whose only utility is opening doors. The stage is set As I enter D2, I am to fight, sorry, print out profiles. The day is kicked off. I can hear Dr Zarka (Onco fellow) ensuring whether the follow ups are complete. I am sent on the hunt for red folders as if I am a bull. Meanwhile, the round has started. The onco team is looking forward to Shehzad’s sketches. Someone politely knocks the door. The seeker hesitantly opens the door. He is one of the attendants. He wants to know the exact junction in time and space when the attending will be visiting his patient. I assure him that we’ll be there anything like storm. I re-join...