What would happen if a narcoleptic surgeon were to operate on a patient? I don't think you would need think of more than a couple of secons for a bloody ending! Like those black comedys!
Imagine what kind of emotions run through me every day when I'm being a colleague to this narcoleptic surgeon? Yes, he is my stupid houseman. I have to somehow bite through the rest of this post to see the last of him.
Today we were operating on a very high-risk (for the surgeons; Seropositive HIV +ve and HBsAg +ve) case of Spinal Tuberculosis. Let me assure you guys, there can't be a riskier case than this for a surgeon. One drop of blood could just ruin our lives as surgeons at least.
Yet, my houseman, who we know by now as having a pathological problem, slept almost through out the surgery. I and my professor woke him up around 80 times. My professor, a straight-forward, honest, hard-working surgeon, was so pissed that he had vowed to write a letter to the Dean of the medical college/hospital complaining about the fact that my junior is unfit for the surgical profession.
After all that 'dark comedy', I found time in the evening to jam with my erstwhile band. Not before I had the most sumptuous dinner at my local Mallu Restaurant.
Having taking a dig at the band, today's jam session was really lovely. Xander was indisposed with a splitting headache. But we three jammed older songs by the Oasis etc. Whoa, it was so much fun!
Great ad
Sometimes I wish I was as creative as the guys who designed this ad. And sometimes, I feel I could engrave this in the gyri of the brains of my friends like Xander, Parry and Jerry.
I love reading in the library
Yesterday night as well, I had slept off like lazy monster. I slept at around 8.30 pm without having had dinner and woke up around 4 AM. I had cybersex and wrote a couple of blog posts and slept to get up at around 8 AM.
I had a busy day at the Operation Theatre. But after that, I had a nice day reminiscing of my days at college. After another nap (oh my god, I think the sleep disorder of my houseman is rubbing off on me), I took a bath. All fresh and smelling nice, I go to library and read some complicated Paediatric Orthopaedics in the library grooving to mp3s on my Creative Zen Micro!
LOVELY! In one word, that is. The great news is that I still throughly enjoy learning.
I had a busy day at the Operation Theatre. But after that, I had a nice day reminiscing of my days at college. After another nap (oh my god, I think the sleep disorder of my houseman is rubbing off on me), I took a bath. All fresh and smelling nice, I go to library and read some complicated Paediatric Orthopaedics in the library grooving to mp3s on my Creative Zen Micro!
LOVELY! In one word, that is. The great news is that I still throughly enjoy learning.
These difficult times
On numerous occasions in my residency, I've realied that I don't have time for the important things in life. Like keeping up with my family, dear friends etc. There used to be a time when these were the most important thing in my life. Yet...
In the last couple of weeks, I watched movies and hung out with my gang here. That didn't give me time to catch up with everyone. Today I made up for it and talked to everyone who I had to catch up with. Here's the update.
My sister
She is doing okay at her husband's place. Work schedules and stuff. She got her driving licence recently and is now into driving regularly. She's not yet comfortable with the rush-hour traffic. But she's confident to drop her in-laws to places nearby. I think that is excellent. I'm happy for her.
We haven't restarted talking about the personal problems that she's having with the in-laws and all the sexual problems that she's having. That is quite the best way to go about it I guess.
Apart from that, she's getting time during the weekends to do things that she has always loved. Simple things like embroidery, painting, playing the keyboards etc. I'm so glad that she's finding pleasure in the simple things of life which I always feel are neglected as you grow older.
Chuck, my straight friend
Recently, he lost his dear Dad due to a hemorrhage in the brain. The formalities and the functions are over. He's joined back at work in the hospital from today. But he says that he's not getting used to going back home with no one around.
Along with that, the problems that he's having with his brother's divorce proceedings are also are eating his head. He has to arrange for 5 lakhs of rupees for that by tomorrow morning. That too without letting his brother know that he's arranging for him.
I had called him in the morning and we had a talk for about 10 minutes. But we could't complete it because of hospital rounds at either end. He had called me in the evening to talk. But then I was busy in the OPD. I didn't call back because I slept as soon as I came back to my room.
Ray, my gay friend
I don't know if I have mentioned it, but he's having trouble in the family as well. About 4 weeks back, his mother was admitted to a hospital nearby his home with an episode of Psychosis. Without any triggering event almost. Right now she is delusional with delusions of persecution. He thinks that Ray has been abducted and kidnapped and a friend of his is dressing up and taking care of her.
From his point of view, despite the fact that he's not very close to her, he is suspecting that he's the trigger for her disorder. He had gone to Delhi last month for giving exams. That's when this happened. Another thing is that he took a decision all by himself to take her to a nursing home specializing in Psychiatry. Instead of a normal hospital, where we could run tests to rule out other cause of such problems.
This conversation happened immediately after I had talked to Chuck and putting things to perspective after what had happened with T, yesterday night, I felt so warm to have such friends and such a friend like Ray, who I know in and out!
My parents
My Dad is recovering very well from his traumatic postural vertigo thing. He has started going out for walks with Mom. That's just great. This is about a week after I had talked to them about moving over to Mumbai once I'm done with my residency. I thought they didn't expect that really. But yet, they have already thought of selling our beautiful family home and moving into a shadier place nearby my aunt so that they could be more like the others in the family - more religious, simpler and manageable life - yeah, I think it is screwed up life. I hate my family for putting such thoughts into my parents head.
Mr. Lion
The guy who I had sex with for the first time ever is still on the prowl online; sending new years greetings to every other guy who he had acquainted over the WWW. Superfluous, he might be But still, he's sexy! I love him for the sex he's given me and I'll hit it on with him when I go home this time.
May, my straight girl-friend
The sad part of my friend circle comes up last. She's not picking up my calls yet. Probably is too busy. I miss you May.
In the last couple of weeks, I watched movies and hung out with my gang here. That didn't give me time to catch up with everyone. Today I made up for it and talked to everyone who I had to catch up with. Here's the update.
My sister
She is doing okay at her husband's place. Work schedules and stuff. She got her driving licence recently and is now into driving regularly. She's not yet comfortable with the rush-hour traffic. But she's confident to drop her in-laws to places nearby. I think that is excellent. I'm happy for her.
We haven't restarted talking about the personal problems that she's having with the in-laws and all the sexual problems that she's having. That is quite the best way to go about it I guess.
Apart from that, she's getting time during the weekends to do things that she has always loved. Simple things like embroidery, painting, playing the keyboards etc. I'm so glad that she's finding pleasure in the simple things of life which I always feel are neglected as you grow older.
Chuck, my straight friend
Recently, he lost his dear Dad due to a hemorrhage in the brain. The formalities and the functions are over. He's joined back at work in the hospital from today. But he says that he's not getting used to going back home with no one around.
Along with that, the problems that he's having with his brother's divorce proceedings are also are eating his head. He has to arrange for 5 lakhs of rupees for that by tomorrow morning. That too without letting his brother know that he's arranging for him.
I had called him in the morning and we had a talk for about 10 minutes. But we could't complete it because of hospital rounds at either end. He had called me in the evening to talk. But then I was busy in the OPD. I didn't call back because I slept as soon as I came back to my room.
Ray, my gay friend
I don't know if I have mentioned it, but he's having trouble in the family as well. About 4 weeks back, his mother was admitted to a hospital nearby his home with an episode of Psychosis. Without any triggering event almost. Right now she is delusional with delusions of persecution. He thinks that Ray has been abducted and kidnapped and a friend of his is dressing up and taking care of her.
From his point of view, despite the fact that he's not very close to her, he is suspecting that he's the trigger for her disorder. He had gone to Delhi last month for giving exams. That's when this happened. Another thing is that he took a decision all by himself to take her to a nursing home specializing in Psychiatry. Instead of a normal hospital, where we could run tests to rule out other cause of such problems.
This conversation happened immediately after I had talked to Chuck and putting things to perspective after what had happened with T, yesterday night, I felt so warm to have such friends and such a friend like Ray, who I know in and out!
My parents
My Dad is recovering very well from his traumatic postural vertigo thing. He has started going out for walks with Mom. That's just great. This is about a week after I had talked to them about moving over to Mumbai once I'm done with my residency. I thought they didn't expect that really. But yet, they have already thought of selling our beautiful family home and moving into a shadier place nearby my aunt so that they could be more like the others in the family - more religious, simpler and manageable life - yeah, I think it is screwed up life. I hate my family for putting such thoughts into my parents head.
Mr. Lion
The guy who I had sex with for the first time ever is still on the prowl online; sending new years greetings to every other guy who he had acquainted over the WWW. Superfluous, he might be But still, he's sexy! I love him for the sex he's given me and I'll hit it on with him when I go home this time.
May, my straight girl-friend
The sad part of my friend circle comes up last. She's not picking up my calls yet. Probably is too busy. I miss you May.
The difficult surgery and headache
Today morning, me and my co-registrar washed up for a surgery that we were unable to pull off the other day at the emergency. It was a relatively rare surgery for our level of experience. And although it was a long-drawn affair, the result was satisfying.
About an hour into the surgery, I had a head-splitting headache which was seriously impairing my surgical show. But, being the leading surgeon, I couldn't wash out until the procedure had been completed. The head-ache is the latest symptom of my Upper Respiratory Infection which has been there for about a month now. I have been very lazy with it. I don't really have time to take care of myself.
Besides that, my idiotic junior slept so much during the day that everyone including my lecturer saw his pathetic state of affairs, and couldn't help but laugh at him. He got so pissed off (with me especially) that he washed out of the surgery without asking anyone.
How idiotic. How stupid! I hope his body rots off in hell before he graduates.
About an hour into the surgery, I had a head-splitting headache which was seriously impairing my surgical show. But, being the leading surgeon, I couldn't wash out until the procedure had been completed. The head-ache is the latest symptom of my Upper Respiratory Infection which has been there for about a month now. I have been very lazy with it. I don't really have time to take care of myself.
Besides that, my idiotic junior slept so much during the day that everyone including my lecturer saw his pathetic state of affairs, and couldn't help but laugh at him. He got so pissed off (with me especially) that he washed out of the surgery without asking anyone.
How idiotic. How stupid! I hope his body rots off in hell before he graduates.
The day when I slept so much
It has to be the amount of work and stress that each emergency provides me with. Or else, how can anyone explain why I slept so much yesterday. The emergency provided me with umpteen opportunities to get worked up, thanks to the lameness of the juniors. I agree that one of them was relatively unwell like me with my respiratory infection. But that really doesn't serve as any excuse to not treat patients in pain, does it?
Early morning rounds without my seniors made for the occasion of me presenting the round for the first time to my professor. Needless to say, I felt good doing that. I think I did well as well. Pat on my back... atta boy!
After that, another dreary morning with unnecessary chores of the hospital handed out by my unconvincing Associate Professor pushed me to the utmost extremes of tiredeness. Despite that, with a couple of my favorite 'Bread slices and Omleette sandwiches' from the College Canteen gulped down with hot tea, I was energized to see about 8 patients scattered through out the hospital - those patients attended to by us in the emergency, but admitted in their respective wards for more serious conditions like Hemophilia, Intracranial Hemorrhages and Splenic ruptures. (I don't have a clue as to what the readers will understand with all this medical lingo on my personal blog)
I crawled back to my room without having proper lunch and slept instantly. My phone kept buzzing but I didn't have the life to pick it up and answer. Four calls were from one of my dear (hot) servants who had brought fried-fish especially for me caught in his family fishing boat. He was caring enough to come to my room to hand me over the whole metal container of fish fry.
If you know me, you know how crazy I'm over fish. Yet, I put that away safely (because Manohar was on the prowl in my room) and slept. I woke up after 7 hours of sleep at around 10 pm. I ate six pieces of amazing fish and then gave the container to my seniors across my room. I got ready to go to ward. I take my round and then finally head to the preoperative ward to check up on the implants for tomorrow's surgeries.
I head to my room and find Manohar again roaming in the mess below. With him I come up to my room and after a couple of pieces apiece, I fall asleep with him on my belly purring along like a tractor.
Yeah, I sleep for another 6 hours!
Early morning rounds without my seniors made for the occasion of me presenting the round for the first time to my professor. Needless to say, I felt good doing that. I think I did well as well. Pat on my back... atta boy!
After that, another dreary morning with unnecessary chores of the hospital handed out by my unconvincing Associate Professor pushed me to the utmost extremes of tiredeness. Despite that, with a couple of my favorite 'Bread slices and Omleette sandwiches' from the College Canteen gulped down with hot tea, I was energized to see about 8 patients scattered through out the hospital - those patients attended to by us in the emergency, but admitted in their respective wards for more serious conditions like Hemophilia, Intracranial Hemorrhages and Splenic ruptures. (I don't have a clue as to what the readers will understand with all this medical lingo on my personal blog)
I crawled back to my room without having proper lunch and slept instantly. My phone kept buzzing but I didn't have the life to pick it up and answer. Four calls were from one of my dear (hot) servants who had brought fried-fish especially for me caught in his family fishing boat. He was caring enough to come to my room to hand me over the whole metal container of fish fry.
If you know me, you know how crazy I'm over fish. Yet, I put that away safely (because Manohar was on the prowl in my room) and slept. I woke up after 7 hours of sleep at around 10 pm. I ate six pieces of amazing fish and then gave the container to my seniors across my room. I got ready to go to ward. I take my round and then finally head to the preoperative ward to check up on the implants for tomorrow's surgeries.
I head to my room and find Manohar again roaming in the mess below. With him I come up to my room and after a couple of pieces apiece, I fall asleep with him on my belly purring along like a tractor.
Yeah, I sleep for another 6 hours!
Emergency goes bad to worse
My juniors are meant to die deaths deserved by demons. They act so irresponsibly that I hate them. I'm very emotional when it comes to patient care. I want patients to be attended to properly. I don't want anybody unnecessarily waiting for treatment. And with my co-registrar taking it easy (as in chilling inside - the same way that registars are supposed to chill after they become seniors), it is just me and my stupid juniors to make things happen in the war-front (at the counter were patients are seen and treated).
Yesterday, I was doing practically everything in the emergency (as usual I should add.) Seeing patients, putting down notes, putting plasters etc. Nothing was being done by my lazy juniors.
I hate it. I hate when patients suffer due to their tardiness.
Yesterday, I was doing practically everything in the emergency (as usual I should add.) Seeing patients, putting down notes, putting plasters etc. Nothing was being done by my lazy juniors.
I hate it. I hate when patients suffer due to their tardiness.
Amazing Day - Line 6 Low Down
Today was an amazing day in my life. Pre-emergency day and after my duties in I hung out with my friends till late in the night.
Despite the virtual break-up the band, S. had gone to Xander's place a couple of times in the last weekend and was spending time with him. As far as I can see it, I think I don't want this band to break-up. Instead I want another band which would work at least normally like any other band would. Let it be not as talented as the present line up we have.
Whatever! I called S., Parry and Xander. Parry was off work and was heading to Xander's when I had called. He was free. But Xander was unwell with throat infection et al. We decided to check out the new series of amplifiers and Guitar FX processors that the latest guitar shop in town had gotten three days back. After that we planned to head for a movie - nothing short of special - Babel.
We went by train because Xander was not around. Had a lovely time reaching there. What not - rolls, coffe, vada paav and sandwiches from the roadside vendors train rides to and fro, nimbu paani from the station. Amazing street life of Mumbai at it's best. That what leaving out Xander give us; at least me. So much more of the real free life that I want.
Anyway, we went in the store and we got to see and hear the world's best amps I guess. Line 6 Amplifiers and Processors are simply out of this world. Amazing tone and options! I tried the bass amp on display (check the picture out) with a Fender 5-string Jazz Bass. Ooooh.... Parry and we checked guitar amps as well.
And to top it off, we jammed inside the practice room! Whoa! The first time I'm jamming with S. on the drums in about 4 years! And it was sounding amazing! WOWWOWOOWOWWOWOW! We played Metallica, Creed, Live and Audioslave and everything sounded great even without Xander!
The band - we are SO on!
Despite the virtual break-up the band, S. had gone to Xander's place a couple of times in the last weekend and was spending time with him. As far as I can see it, I think I don't want this band to break-up. Instead I want another band which would work at least normally like any other band would. Let it be not as talented as the present line up we have.
Whatever! I called S., Parry and Xander. Parry was off work and was heading to Xander's when I had called. He was free. But Xander was unwell with throat infection et al. We decided to check out the new series of amplifiers and Guitar FX processors that the latest guitar shop in town had gotten three days back. After that we planned to head for a movie - nothing short of special - Babel.
We went by train because Xander was not around. Had a lovely time reaching there. What not - rolls, coffe, vada paav and sandwiches from the roadside vendors train rides to and fro, nimbu paani from the station. Amazing street life of Mumbai at it's best. That what leaving out Xander give us; at least me. So much more of the real free life that I want.
Anyway, we went in the store and we got to see and hear the world's best amps I guess. Line 6 Amplifiers and Processors are simply out of this world. Amazing tone and options! I tried the bass amp on display (check the picture out) with a Fender 5-string Jazz Bass. Ooooh.... Parry and we checked guitar amps as well.
And to top it off, we jammed inside the practice room! Whoa! The first time I'm jamming with S. on the drums in about 4 years! And it was sounding amazing! WOWWOWOOWOWWOWOW! We played Metallica, Creed, Live and Audioslave and everything sounded great even without Xander!
The band - we are SO on!
Amazing Day - Babel
And to think that the day could't get any better...
We went back to Xander's place where we found him and GS (his GF). Not only we talked to them I even started a little bit of conversation in Marathi. And I was loving it. In the fun that I was having, I was able to clear the tension that we had (me and Xander).
After that I and S. went over to a brilliant multiplex to meet Sandy for the movie of the year so far - Babel. It is simply brilliant. Everything from story, screenplay, score what not. The world is so screwed up and it is so well portrayed. I can't describe it better. Check this movie out!
We went back to Xander's place where we found him and GS (his GF). Not only we talked to them I even started a little bit of conversation in Marathi. And I was loving it. In the fun that I was having, I was able to clear the tension that we had (me and Xander).
After that I and S. went over to a brilliant multiplex to meet Sandy for the movie of the year so far - Babel. It is simply brilliant. Everything from story, screenplay, score what not. The world is so screwed up and it is so well portrayed. I can't describe it better. Check this movie out!
The Costume Party
Today I did something totally cool. A Costume Party!
Today was T.'s Christmas meets New Year's Costume Party. She had invited the whole of the Psychiatry Department and just me from outside. To start thing off, I didn't have even the faintest of ideas as to what to wear. As soon as I got free in the late afternoon, I started asking around for options. I had the option of going as a 60's Rocker or a new age Rocker. For the former I need formal shoes, tuxedos or jackets and broad rimmed rectangular spectacles. The second option was easier but I wanted something weird. I was thinking of wearing a jeans, shirt and a sweater etc.
For more options I borrowed a half sweater from one of my colleagues and went to my anaesthetist friends' rooms to check out shirts, tuxedoes etc. Finally I decided to head out to shopping to the big mall downtown with my anaesthetist friend SB. Oh boy, did we shop! We went in Pantaloons and I bought a size 40 awesome shirt (check the photo at the end of the post) and a couple of breathtaking full-sleeve T-shirts by the UMM (Underground Music Movement) company! I thoroughly enjoyed shopping and I'm proud to own three fucking cool looking clothes!
Then I came back and got ready for the party. Everyone was wearing things like dhotis, pajamas and sarees etc. I went with a costume as below. Check the photograph... That's T. by the way standing right beside me with a Chinese waitress costume. I wore my faded light brown slip - ons, a black slightly bleached jean pair, the awesome blue shirt and my awesome jacket as a tuxedo. I thought I looked nice in that. Now it's upto the world to judge.
The party was a mixed bag. I felt out of place at time because of the fact that I'm the only one out of the Psycho(iatrist) group. But still T. compensated for it. Besides, the food was awesome and I had a couple of drinks. Finally I ended up playing some songs on the guitar for the crowd who seemed to appreciate it. Mind you, my throat was way too fucked. Yet, I tried to sing how much ever that I could.
All in all, a great night!
Today was T.'s Christmas meets New Year's Costume Party. She had invited the whole of the Psychiatry Department and just me from outside. To start thing off, I didn't have even the faintest of ideas as to what to wear. As soon as I got free in the late afternoon, I started asking around for options. I had the option of going as a 60's Rocker or a new age Rocker. For the former I need formal shoes, tuxedos or jackets and broad rimmed rectangular spectacles. The second option was easier but I wanted something weird. I was thinking of wearing a jeans, shirt and a sweater etc.
For more options I borrowed a half sweater from one of my colleagues and went to my anaesthetist friends' rooms to check out shirts, tuxedoes etc. Finally I decided to head out to shopping to the big mall downtown with my anaesthetist friend SB. Oh boy, did we shop! We went in Pantaloons and I bought a size 40 awesome shirt (check the photo at the end of the post) and a couple of breathtaking full-sleeve T-shirts by the UMM (Underground Music Movement) company! I thoroughly enjoyed shopping and I'm proud to own three fucking cool looking clothes!
Then I came back and got ready for the party. Everyone was wearing things like dhotis, pajamas and sarees etc. I went with a costume as below. Check the photograph... That's T. by the way standing right beside me with a Chinese waitress costume. I wore my faded light brown slip - ons, a black slightly bleached jean pair, the awesome blue shirt and my awesome jacket as a tuxedo. I thought I looked nice in that. Now it's upto the world to judge.
The party was a mixed bag. I felt out of place at time because of the fact that I'm the only one out of the Psycho(iatrist) group. But still T. compensated for it. Besides, the food was awesome and I had a couple of drinks. Finally I ended up playing some songs on the guitar for the crowd who seemed to appreciate it. Mind you, my throat was way too fucked. Yet, I tried to sing how much ever that I could.
All in all, a great night!
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