New year’s eve

This has got to be the perfecto New Year’s eve considering the situation that I’m in. Doing first year of residency in a busy hospital can’t be a good time to celebrate anything. But my he-bitch was kind enough to grant me permission at around 10 pm to go ahead with my plans.

I went to my room, washed my face and feet, put new clothes and start to the mall where Xander was hanging out with his friend Shri. I had promised that I would meet him in front of the McDonald’s there. I was sort of surprised to see the huge crowd there. I mean, I know there is supposed to be a huge crowd in a mall on New Year’s eve. But still, didn’t expect this much.

Once I reached McDonald’s, I picked my mobile to call him. I noticed that there were three missed calls. All from Xander. I decided to call him back. As I was punching in the keys, Xander called. He asked me where I was. He came up behind me with Shri. I was happy to meet them. But at the same time, I was surprised to see that Shri had pierced his left eyebrow as well.

Xander wanted us to go back to the apartment and jam. I watned to eat something and hang out in the mall for sometime. But Xander’s persuasion presided over my reluctancy. We went back to the apartment and had a nice nice time. We played lots of stuff from the past years. Shri was a little pain in the arese when he took up the guitar and started playing. But otherwise, it was fine.

Finally when I started feeling drowsy, I had to ask Xander to stop jamming and let me sleep. He didn’t want me to. He wants to jam all night and day. I fell asleep jamming twice and finally convinced Xander that I needed sleep badly. Once he let me to quit, I drove myself into blissful eyeshut.

Last emergency of the year

I go into the last emergency of the year in a very good mood. I don’t exactly know why. But this was surely similar to the times 2 months before when I was in another unit. Everyone thought that I appeared pumped up as compared to other days. Fine, fine, fine. It is good to end the year on a positive note I guess.

Unfortunate

This has to be the peak of misfortune. The tell the story in short, yesterday I was entrusted with 2 xrays which were to be kept safe for my professor. I did just that and had to hand it over to my colleague who forgot that he had kept it in his bag. The he-bitch wanted the xrays in the morning. It was missing of course. I tried to remind my colleague about the fact that the two xrays were handed over to him yesterday. He didn’t recall at all. Total nocall. He-bitch started bithhing. The lecturer painted pictures of a grey hell with fireballs and demons in the upcoming future for everyone, especially me. I was helpless, hopelessly needful of help.

When my colleague came around it was late enough. But at least I was able to give the Xrays to regain some dignity in front of my unit.

But why is this happening? Am I at the lowest nadir in my life? If yes, I’m pretty good, yeah!

Catching up with sleep

Today was so good. I was able to sleep in the afternoon for the first time in about two months to catch up with sleep. In the evening I felt so fresh that I could do anything in the world. That freshness was destroyed when my senior found out one mistake that I made and made a hell of a mess out of it.

The truth gets revealed

Sometimes patients can be so depressing! One very affluent patient, actually a law student, created hell for me in the evening. This patient was supposed get discharged today in the morning. But because the necessary ‘op-sheet’ was not handed over to me by my sir, I wasn’t able to do it on time. The above formality was finally done just before I went to the OPD. Obviously, I couldn’t go late to the OPD because of the pending discharge sheet which needed to be completed. The message was passed on to the patient.

But they weren’t agreeing to wait. They sent people over the OPD and I promised them I’ll come to finish up the paperwork by 5.30 pm. Our OPD finished at about 4.30 pm and I was so happy to get some free time to catch up on a newspaper + sandwich + chocolate. I was walking to my room at around 5.10 pm from my he-bitch called me and started shouting at me. Why? Cuz I didn’t go to the patient directly after the OPD. Apparently the patient’s relatives had created havoc by going and requesting my lecturer to fill up the discharge.

I was getting to the patient when I saw my friend-resident psychiatrist on the way. I just said pleasantries when the he-bitch went bustled beside me with a snort on his face. I had to follow him and hear the bitchings. After that I went and argued with the patient with regard to this impolite behaviour. Thanksfully the he-bitch also did the same.

That let out the frustration. After that the he-bitch took round and was again bitching about everything. I finally had enough and I told him how bad I felt about myself and the fact that I was thinking about the choice of my course etc. That sort of quietened the he-bitch. He went back to his room nodding his head. Who knows what ill-fortune’s up next on my way?

Beer problems

I’m having these irritating headaches on the morning after having beer. Hangovers, huh? I hate them. Maybe I shouldn’t take alcohol at all.

Confirmation

The hot dude I was talking about yesterday works in the hospital itself. I found him in it nearabouts yesterday. That’s a good sign. I hope I can run into his appendage one day.

King Kong between the double emergency

I’m crazy. People have told me that. This sort of proves it. I am sleep deprived. And the time I got to sleep between the double emergency this weekend, I went out with my friends for watching ‘King Kong’. Needless to affirm the boredom related to the length of the movie, I dozed off in the midddle. Even the roaring ape failed to awaken me. But hafta tell ya, the grafix were awesome.

The unforgiving COLD

As I had mentioned previously, the couple of ‘cold’s are haunting me. The affliction is persistently accounting for gallongs of slimy green mucus running out of my right nostril everyday. The weather is doing its bit but I’m prepared to weather it. The first step was to get a sweater. I got one by asking one of my friends to get it for me. She, as nurse, got a blue sweater for me. It looks decent. But it is cheap and it smells like gunny material. But tha point is it is comfortable!

Got back on board WorldSpace!

Although the title of my post suggests of a particular bias for WorldSpace (India’s only satellite radio service provider), it is so true. Over the last 8 months or so, I have realized that WorldSpace was the single most thing that I missed most after joining my course.

If you want to know how and why it happened, here is. The subscription to the service was about to expire. I was planning to renew it for about a few months now. But nothing worked out. I couldn’t find time to go out to the shop in Andheri and give the payment. Neither could my sister do it as she used to for the past two years. This meant that I had to do something different.

Firstly, I took the receiver from Xander’s apartmetn. That ‘difference’ came as an advertisement on the Times of India daily. I got a phone number. I rang them up and they said that they can arrange for someoneto collect the money from me. The customer service was satisfactory and within 36 hours of my call, they managed to install a new external antenna (on top of my hostel). Now I can listen to all the cool channels like ‘BOB’, ‘Radio Voyager’ etc.