The cupboard

Like yesterday, I got too much of free time Today. In fact I got the evening off and therefore, I joined Xander and Sumit. Despite the fact that England were playing, we (me and salesboy). Half of the time and effort went for shifting a wooden cupboard. But once it arrived, it gave us time to think and arrange properly. Again, we stayed up late till the Brazil got beaten by the better team (france . Then we jammed! Amazing!

Xander at guitar

 

Yeah, I love photoblogging. That’s why I’m starting a series of posts with snaps from my mobile phone. This one was taken about 3 weeks back when we guys were jamming at Xander’s place. S took the shot and as you can make out, S’ legs are the hemiframe of the photograph. 

The turn around

When things turn around, they do so at such a pace that the spin makes me dizzy. Two or three days before I was showing tendencies regarding my unsolved problems in the hospital with seniors etc. Today, after a good day at the operation theatre, I came to my room early. I got some time to clean my room up. I got myself free at around 9 pm. The Germany – Argentina match was going on then. S and Xander were already jamming in the apartment and wanted me to come and join them.

Because of the rain, I had to delay myself. That’s actually the official reason which I would state. The game was going on strong and besides I was pissed at Xander and S. asking me to bring them food. Pissed because I hardly got time to go jam with them. Now they want me to miss the action on the football field and buy them food in the strong rain.

I did all that though. I didn’t want to disapoint them. After jamming till late night after both the matches (Argentina lost; that scares me – who’s gonna stop Brazil from retaining the championship? But Italy won! Congrats!) I came back to room so as to avoid the risk of getting late/ drenching in rain in the morning time.

Depression encore

Another hopeless day passed by. After being insulted again and again through out the day, I’m feeling very bad about everything. Again the whole ‘decision making’ thing is up for analysis. But I can’t understand why such bad things are happening to me and only me.

Imagine, 2 years ago, the same time of the year. I was being considered as the most sincere and impressive junior in my hospital. Now, I’m just considered like a useless servant.

Why should it happen so? What have I done so drastically different from that time and now to make my life such a misery?

The only thing that is happy today is that Xander came to the hospital for some tests. He’s having another bout of Malaria. Today he came with his girl friend G. I was so happy to see him and hear his jokes.

Isn’t it really sad to realize that you are feeling happy in seeing a friend who is sick. That shows how bad your general state of affairs is.

Hopeless

I think that my residency would always remain a sad story. After two days of work with little rest, during which I was insulted many a time for the way I work and the way I talk, you would think that the thing can’t worsen. Well, they did.

First my registrar asked my colleague to take a round of my ward before he came. That’s to show that I’m not worth being trusted. To add fuel to my registrar’s fire, I got up late and came late for his round.

Now I’m being relegated to almost servanthood and am denied of operative opportunities. Just have to do menial jobs again.

Why does this happen like that? Why do I always piss of my registrars?

The pleasure of becoming a senior

This is the first time that I’m writing my diary since the addition of juniors into the hospital. I’ve been honestly trying to help them get to terms with the bloody mess that the hospital runs like. Today, was also the first time that I had some time in the evening to do something like cleaning my own room. I did that and also read some theory about the surgery that I was supposed to perform tomorrow. Such a welcome change this is.

Besides, I copied a train-load of music from S’ portable HD. That should whet my growing appetite for listening to music.

Comedy at the OT

There are at times when everyone screams at the junior residents for not keeping the doors of the OT closed or when a couple of relatives of the patients spend that extra minute by the side of the patient when he or she comes out of the operating room after surgery. Of course, this is meant in the best intention of keeping the OT clean. Today, things were so bafflingly contradictory to such practices. Our matron, former head sister of the OT which I am talking about, held a retirement bash/party at the OT. I don’t need to detail how many ‘outsiders’ in plain clothes and shoes mingled and had lunch in the recovery room. Nobody cared. The patient who just had a hip replacement surgery seemed to be in utter dismay.

Busy week

What can I write about a week where so many things have happened. My juniors have arrived. My date is back and I haven’t even talked to or met him. My life in the hospital as a surgeon is going horrible. I have come to know that I’m one of the most ill reputed guys in the department. My surgical skills really suck. All this and I don’t find time to write about it.

The threesome

Finally it happened. Me, Xander and S met and we jammed. It was wonderful. The recordings prove it. This surely provides so much more of options on the musical front. There was another piece of good news ‘The Great’ thing also presented it. Apparently, Xander had gotten an offer from a friend in Belgium about reording of an album, music vidoes etc. Whatever it is, the jamming session was incredible. It was provent that the depression at the hospital only be cured by my musical explotis.

Another bad day

Another bad day at the hospital. It seems that such days are getting commoner as the weeks go by. Today, it all started with an avoidable conversation about the lack of sincerity/responsibility of the whole system in the hospital. My registrar who disagreed with me on this point finally turns out to be egotistic. He has must have been hurt by me saying such things. He also complained about the fact that I make tonnes of excuses.

A bit of laxity in my work provided the spark for the firing that I got. I felt bad. I was told to not complain/criticize about others if I don’t do my work properly. Lots of hurtful words were used. He also accused me of being talented only in hobbies and not i being intersted in medicine.

At the end of it all, I felt horrible. Because of my registrar himself I had to miss jamming with Xander in the evening. Similarly I couldn’t watch the Football match between England an Paraguay. I ended up watching Argentina’s match while doing dirty paper work of the ward.