Four o’clock in the morning
Four o’clock in the morning.
Five hours into the night shift. It has been so stressful.
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I almost entered a cold war with a nurse (How embarrassingly childish, I know, sigh…).
My hands shook like a wimp when I threaded the ET tube down the bougie into the
lady’s trachea.
I felt like a complete idiot after speaking in circling thoughts to the medical registrar.
I found I had nothing to offer at all, having just certified an old woman dead with her husband
sobbing harder and harder beside. I’ve never even known what to say in these situations.
This is totally not about the grandeur of doctors realizing how little humans can actually do,
But rather how little I know – how unable and how incompetent I am,
And how frighteningly unloving, unjoyful, unpeaceful, impatient, and unkind I can be,
When dealing with all sorts of people, in all sorts of situations, four o’clock in the morning.
In between the days and nights when things are going smoothly and happily,
I really thank God for this realization.
It makes me go back to Him.
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( 3am in the hospital corridors, on a less eventful night! )
People are fragile
There was this young lady. She had only recently been diagnosed with invasive cancer of her breast. She was heartbroken, like you and I would be.
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Her fiance was soft-spoken and calm, and he sat close to her bed. The hospital curtains were pulled closed. The three of us doctors in the regional oncology team crammed beside her bed-space. She would need chemotherapy, the consultant medical oncologist explained.
“But how long will it take??” she asked immediately, very anxiously. “We were planning to get married soon!” She turned to look at her fiance, desperate.
“Dear, chemotherapy is more important. Our wedding can be postponed, don’t you think?” her fiance spoke. She turned silent for a little while.
A few days later, the lady had gotten into a big quarrel with her fiance, we were told. Apparently she had taken her fiance’s response to mean that he no longer wanted to marry her, because of her cancer diagnosis. She had become even more heartbroken.
People are fragile. Where do our securities lie?
Do opposites attract?
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( The larger version looks better. )
My superficial answer’s inclined toward a ‘yes’.
But what do you think?
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(p.s. So I’ve broken my record of one illustration per year! This one took me forever.)
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oming to you
from a junior doctor who is color-blind, cleft-lipped and left-handed — this is where
I largely write about my
somewhat weird and wonderful encounters in Medicine. I wish,
though, more often than not,
that I could rather spend my days
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