Feeling of giving up, yet not wanting to lose!
Waking up everyday with that expression of "oh shit, I'm late. Rush. How will I finish the rounds and dressing."
Getting through the day with the "advice list", trying to accomplish as much as possible, yet missing on certain things which were really crucial according to Seniors, but we being mechanical workers, seemed to have missed it.
The morning and the evening rounds and then when the day seems to have ended for the world, some part of the day is still left for the first year.
Those advices after the evening rounds and informing, the CTall, those little things like tapping a liver abscess or getting the vericose Vein marking done, and the worst part - "undone morning advices".
The moment Seniors leave the ward we like hullicanes sit and feed ourselves. The time of the day when all the colleagues sit together and along with meal, we have our stories to share and we laugh out our hearts.
Those are like soul cleansing sessions of the day.
Everyone has their own unique story. No matter how bad the condition might have been for that particular person, but while narrating the incident it somehow becomes the most hilarious thing on the planet.With the session ending, some heads would have already started drooping and some would have regained super powers to work.
With the subtle balance of feeble headed and super power armed force, we begin with the night advices.
Someone would be taking samples. Someone would be writing CTall. With music in the background the work continues.
Adding to the sweetness, we have those very keen and enthusiastic relatives of the patients.
They share an ultimate level of empathy with us. Because no matter what work we do, May it be right or wrong, they see us working day in and day out; So for them we are like super humans (haha it's difficult for us to digest that too).
Seeing our heads drooping they offer to get us tea and coffee from the tea stalls. Often they sit with us and talk and that somehow keeps us awake for a little longer. There are times when we ask them to set an alarm and wake us. And trust me, they're so righteous, you might forget but they won't forget to wake you.
Also, I've had this very peculiar finding, "the safest place for your belongings would be - the patients relative." they'd keep our stuff like it was some great treasure. I remember leaving my belongings here and there and later the relative coming to me and returning the stuff saying madam you left it there, I found it so I kept it with me.
When patients leave they tend to give so many blessings and when they come for follow up they'd get their local snacks and sweets.
Those late night birthday celebrations.
Those parties for every "First time done things".
Being bombarded for doing shit and being praised for the good things done.
The senior who would have yelled half an hour back, that very senior teaching you some very crucial life lesson.
From a terrible emergency day to the pre emergency day, the journey is like that of a waxing moon.
You're being pampered and tormented at the same time.
You're learning new lessons and giving away old notions.
Every second you're loosing something yet the same moment you're gaining something more precious.
Amidst this journey of loosing and gaining somewhere the first year resident learns all the lessons.
There is this feeling of giving up yet this little moments of happiness wouldn't let you give up!
Waking up everyday with that expression of "oh shit, I'm late. Rush. How will I finish the rounds and dressing."
Getting through the day with the "advice list", trying to accomplish as much as possible, yet missing on certain things which were really crucial according to Seniors, but we being mechanical workers, seemed to have missed it.
The morning and the evening rounds and then when the day seems to have ended for the world, some part of the day is still left for the first year.
Those advices after the evening rounds and informing, the CTall, those little things like tapping a liver abscess or getting the vericose Vein marking done, and the worst part - "undone morning advices".
The moment Seniors leave the ward we like hullicanes sit and feed ourselves. The time of the day when all the colleagues sit together and along with meal, we have our stories to share and we laugh out our hearts.
Those are like soul cleansing sessions of the day.
Everyone has their own unique story. No matter how bad the condition might have been for that particular person, but while narrating the incident it somehow becomes the most hilarious thing on the planet.With the session ending, some heads would have already started drooping and some would have regained super powers to work.
With the subtle balance of feeble headed and super power armed force, we begin with the night advices.
Someone would be taking samples. Someone would be writing CTall. With music in the background the work continues.
Adding to the sweetness, we have those very keen and enthusiastic relatives of the patients.
They share an ultimate level of empathy with us. Because no matter what work we do, May it be right or wrong, they see us working day in and day out; So for them we are like super humans (haha it's difficult for us to digest that too).
Seeing our heads drooping they offer to get us tea and coffee from the tea stalls. Often they sit with us and talk and that somehow keeps us awake for a little longer. There are times when we ask them to set an alarm and wake us. And trust me, they're so righteous, you might forget but they won't forget to wake you.
Also, I've had this very peculiar finding, "the safest place for your belongings would be - the patients relative." they'd keep our stuff like it was some great treasure. I remember leaving my belongings here and there and later the relative coming to me and returning the stuff saying madam you left it there, I found it so I kept it with me.
When patients leave they tend to give so many blessings and when they come for follow up they'd get their local snacks and sweets.
Those late night birthday celebrations.
Being bombarded for doing shit and being praised for the good things done.
The senior who would have yelled half an hour back, that very senior teaching you some very crucial life lesson.
From a terrible emergency day to the pre emergency day, the journey is like that of a waxing moon.
You're being pampered and tormented at the same time.
You're learning new lessons and giving away old notions.
Every second you're loosing something yet the same moment you're gaining something more precious.
Amidst this journey of loosing and gaining somewhere the first year resident learns all the lessons.
There is this feeling of giving up yet this little moments of happiness wouldn't let you give up!
