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ER Diaries: Making fool of yourself

My life and cupboards are parallel these days , both messed up. I have no clue how to organise it! I am usually bursting out with things to say. I forget entire universe with opinions stays with me. I miss out on perspective I  could get. All the things I  could know if only I stopped and listened. The maturity to differentiate between a personal attack and constructive criticism is still in progress .Unless you come in terms with the fact that you’re going to make fool of yourself in ER and that it shouldn’t be taken seriously , life will be crazy.  I try to find humour in the embarrassment instead. If I don’t , life begins to appear longer than it is. I feel instead of crying on old mistakes. I often try new things and make new mistakes. I have learnt to own up to the mess I make. And you know what , that’s the first sign of adulthood! Yaayie! Grown up. Taking responsibility for screw ups ,ambitions and things you want it’s liberating an

ER Diaries: Kidney Zoned Doctors

We were nagged . We are going to nag you , flog you . Why ?  Legacy .  Some senior doctors have this kind of attitude. But there has to be a way to channel out their frustration. Some smoke and drink to do the same . Sometimes that isn’t just enough and some don’t do anything. Where does the negativity drain? It drains down to the junior most resident. It’s an unwritten bond every junior medical resident  in the medical field  across the world has signed up while joining residency.  Some try to combat . Some give a deaf ear . Some shed a tear . All they wait is for the end of their residency or atleast joining of their junior. Because hey! They also have to channelise their stress out of their body. I find it a little weird when I read people leaving the job because they ain’t able to cope with this. How I deal with this ? Honestly I find it very funny.  There are times I get offended .  There are times I feel guilty when I realise I am at fault. The r

ER Diaries : Gen W : W for Whiners

One of the saddest commentaries on my city that I see on an all too regular basis is the absolute lack of coping skills in the growing generation. We had generation X and then Y, and I guess they’ll need to call this generation W for whiners. Too pampered while growing up that they have no idea how to manage their own problems after they very effectively create them. I had the unfortunate experience of seeing A teenager who came to ER on three separate occasions seen by three separate ER physicians for what he described as chest pain. Day 1. Chest pain , Palpitations. ECG and all normal. Some anxiolytic and discharge. Day 2 . Chest pain , palpitations. ECG and all normal. Some anxiolytic and discharge. Patient insists on admission. Counseling and CIAO!  Day 3 . Palpitations. ( My day)  I heard Nurse while checking his vitals reassuring , you’re fine .  Nothing is wrong. She told me that the boy had appeared twice earlier to the same centre with chest pain . And

ER Diaries: Refugees in ER

Hey all I found myself in this situation the other day. I didn’t know what I was doing was right. Didn’t know if there was a RIGHTER alternative! I wish there was one. The other day early in the morning shift a couple with 2year old kid was accompanied by a lady constable. The moment they realised the doctor (I) was Muslim, they surrounded me! The man pleaded that I declare his wife unfit for court proceedings so that she is not prosecuted. He doesn’t mind even if he had to stay in jail for 7 years. I didn’t know what was wrong.  So the issue was Those were Rohingya Muslims .They created a duplicate Aadhar Card to gain xyz benefits. Since they are not nationals but refugees , this turned out to be illegal. So they were arrested. They were got here for fitness certificate. I went to my senior for help. He said me to be truthful to my job and write what I found on examination and nothing else. Writing false information would invite unwanted trouble. I examine

ER Diaries: Medical GoldMine

Hey all So , philosophical plus political . In short totally random post. There are too many groups mining in the medical gold mine . The malpractice lawyers, the insurance companies, the pharmaceutical companies, corporate giants etc.  They each have powerful lobbies to back their interests. The purity and simplicity of the doctor-patient relationship with all that it  used  to contain of trust, friendship, understanding and forgiveness has been plundered and I personally am not sure we can return to that after having let in the greedy pirates mentioned above. So far so much

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Hey people  This is the Nth time I am describing what my blog is like.  I seem to grasp the smaller life moments that may be missed or may seem mundane to someone without a searching eye. It's these simple, boring moments that hold so much more excitement. These moments of rawness  make the path that I am on so much fun ! I ask a everybody for a favor. Be patient and give me time to unwrap my layers to you. My stories will be funny. My stories will be heartbreaking. My stories will be personal. My stories will be professional. My stories will be your glimpse into a life that may be different from yours! I pride myself on catching the obscure snapshots of typical life moments that occur daily while dealing with patients and their families in the emergency department, occasionally there are times when I am so focused on the task at hand that I completely fail to see a glaring moment of obvious humor, sadness or tenderness. So far so much! 

ER Diaries : Turning into a Poker Player

Hello Folks! I know I have been updating the blog a lot recently, and I’m not very sorry for that. I have a growing list of posts in my head, but I have been working too hard to jot them down.   I am turning into a poker player of sorts, keeping my personal feelings hidden behind my smile while I measure up the alpha male, the needy daughter, and the nosy neighbor, all begging for more attention than the actual patient. With all the family dynamics swirling around the  patient . It’s important to figure out who wants what , when? And yes how! So that you can attend the patient. The security people in every corporate hospital are timid bears trying to disappear on sound of a large crowd appearing. So , you become your own security , you become the healer , you become the reliever. Often I find myself in standing in midst of Tall Giant figured men trying to prove my point. While the nurse gently whispers. Madam, send the bunch out fast . They look scary. I politely as