The Real Tales of an Intern Part 10

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If we exert ourselves with determination, no obstacle can stop our progress.

“I’ll kill you when I get off this bed. Here I am doing all the work while all you do is play.” Those were the shouts that greeted Sam when she resumed at the labor ward after rounding up the pediatric posting. A woman in labor was cursing her husband. Pediatric posting was definitely not her favorite. In fact, it was hard to know which posting trumped them all, especially with this cursing.

“Hi, my name is Tim. What’s yours?” “I am Sam.” “I like your name. Are you in labor ward posting?” “Yes, I am.” “We are on call tonight.” On hearing that, Sam became anxious. How many of these shouts was she going to hear today? “What time does the call start?” “So officially, we close at 2 pm, call resumes afterward.” “So we keep grinding till 8 am tomorrow?” Sam asked. “Yes, and resume work like everyone else.”

The gynecology call turned into a night of sewing torn vaginas. Sam wondered if the nurses administered episiotomies randomly. These nurses weren’t sewing up any. That was the interns’ role; a difficult role indeed. Sometimes, the cuts weren’t well done. If the woman suffered tears, that made things even more difficult. One could almost lose their backs while sewing.

The best thing about the call was the common room. Of her four postings, the head of the department had invested some time and money in designing the doctor’s common room. It had comfy sofas, satellite tv, an air conditioner, and a fridge. At least, after sewing vaginas, you could rest your tired back.

Another thing that puzzled Sam was differentiating true contractions from false ones. “O God, please let no one ask me to go count contractions, I would end up misinforming everyone.” Gynecology compared to obstetrics was interesting to Sam; it seemed concise. The concepts all seemed to relate.

Other than the cries from the labor room, there was this cheeriness in o and g. This was certainly lacking in the other postings. Maybe it was because the women brought lives into the world. Most times, people celebrated births and there were parties of sorts. There were even gifts to go around.

While Sam silently mused about her new posting, her supervisor broke her out of her thoughts when she heard her name in full: “Samantha, please count this woman’s contractions.” Sam almost fainted.

“If we exert ourselves with determination, no obstacle can stop our progress.”

- Dr. B. C. Roy.