The Real Tales of an Intern Part 6

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things were never meant to be.</p><div id="a40a" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-real-tales-of-an-intern-part-2-59b9f314eb87"> <div> <div> <h2>The Real Tales of an Intern Part 2</h2> <div><h3>“Nothing ever becomes real ’til it is experienced.” ― John Keats</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*hsDL7S_7b0PfIhmF)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="ec67">Sam presented: “This is Mr. John, a 53-year-old we admitted via the emergency on account of raised high blood pressure. He has been on diuretics, beta-blockers, and Ace-inhibitors for five years.” “Mr. John, how long have you been hypertensive?” The medical officer asked. “Doctor, for as far back as I remember.” “Do you see someone often for this?” “Well, yes I see my family physician.” “Do you see him often?” “No sometimes, I skip appointments.” “Why is that?” “Well, he tells me the same thing over and over again. He reminds me that hypertension is not a curable condition. He tells me we manage it. That feels like a death sentence.” The medical officer smiled. She let him continue. “How can someone keep living with a condition that is not curable?” “Why not look at it this way? Yes, it is not curable but taking your medications gives you a chance at having a better life quality.” “What kind of life is that when my libido has gone down the drain?”</p><p id="b6bd">These bedside conversations were commonplace. Usually, they would kick off with the first patient, be sustained for a while but dwindle with time. Low blood sugar always got the better of the team. Sam wondered at t

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he thought of snacks/simple meals served during rounds. She made a silent bet it would improve the team’s efficiency. Yeah right! After the rounds, Sam prepared to go to the outpatient department. The medical officer beckoned to her to wait behind. What had she done wrong now? “Samantha you have been with us for some time now, though short. We have an unusual arrangement in this department. We let you go and work in a separate department like surgery or pediatrics. We do this for the intern to avoid monotony. Not everyone opts for it. If you want it or no, let me know your decision first thing tomorrow morning.” “Yes ma’am.”</p><p id="2015">When Sam arrived at the outpatient department, Fabian was already seeing patients. She said to him: “We have gist. Please wait after the clinic ends.” “Okay.” Today’s clinic was breezy for Sam cos of what she wanted to discuss with Fabian. As the last patient left, she dragged her seat closer to Fabian’s side. “When are you leaving this department?” “In 4 weeks, why?” “I am trying to decide if I should take the secondment offer to another department or not. I like working with you. If I leave now, you would not be here when I return, yeah?” “True that.”</p><div id="e6f7" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-real-tales-of-an-intern-part-5-d609b0cbb09a"> <div> <div> <h2>The Real Tales of an Intern Part 5</h2> <div><h3>“Always ask yourself: “What will happen if I say nothing?” ― Kamand Kojouri</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*GNvN9ARFAqVeByX_)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

“The life so short, the craft so long to learn.” ― Hippocrates

Sam feigned she was asleep. The next morning, she left home when her mum had gone for a run. Granted, she was avoiding conversations with her mum. The obvious reason was that these conversations took time and emotional energy. It was far easier to discuss the woes and throes of medicine with colleagues. They would always relate. With non-practitioners, the energy goes from awe to sympathy to judgment to misunderstanding. She left a note on the kitchen table which read: “Mum I had to leave. We have a post-call review at the hospital. I need to get prepared.”

As she strolled into the ward, she saw Fabian hanging out at the nurses’ bay. She walked over to him and touched him: “Fabian hi.” “Sam hello, how are you doing?” “I am okay, well-rested.” “That’s awesome. The good thing about this whole thing is time out. When you grind in this building, you need your time out. If not, you will crash and burn. Do you remember the conversation I had with you when you started?” “How can I forget?” They were still having their banter while the supervising medical officer walked in. “Can we start?” She said. Sam doubted she would ever come around to liking this lady. Yes, there are life stories where enemies become friends and friends become enemies. Sam doubted this relationship would fit into that narrative. Some things were never meant to be.

Sam presented: “This is Mr. John, a 53-year-old we admitted via the emergency on account of raised high blood pressure. He has been on diuretics, beta-blockers, and Ace-inhibitors for five years.” “Mr. John, how long have you been hypertensive?” The medical officer asked. “Doctor, for as far back as I remember.” “Do you see someone often for this?” “Well, yes I see my family physician.” “Do you see him often?” “No sometimes, I skip appointments.” “Why is that?” “Well, he tells me the same thing over and over again. He reminds me that hypertension is not a curable condition. He tells me we manage it. That feels like a death sentence.” The medical officer smiled. She let him continue. “How can someone keep living with a condition that is not curable?” “Why not look at it this way? Yes, it is not curable but taking your medications gives you a chance at having a better life quality.” “What kind of life is that when my libido has gone down the drain?”

These bedside conversations were commonplace. Usually, they would kick off with the first patient, be sustained for a while but dwindle with time. Low blood sugar always got the better of the team. Sam wondered at the thought of snacks/simple meals served during rounds. She made a silent bet it would improve the team’s efficiency. Yeah right! After the rounds, Sam prepared to go to the outpatient department. The medical officer beckoned to her to wait behind. What had she done wrong now? “Samantha you have been with us for some time now, though short. We have an unusual arrangement in this department. We let you go and work in a separate department like surgery or pediatrics. We do this for the intern to avoid monotony. Not everyone opts for it. If you want it or no, let me know your decision first thing tomorrow morning.” “Yes ma’am.”

When Sam arrived at the outpatient department, Fabian was already seeing patients. She said to him: “We have gist. Please wait after the clinic ends.” “Okay.” Today’s clinic was breezy for Sam cos of what she wanted to discuss with Fabian. As the last patient left, she dragged her seat closer to Fabian’s side. “When are you leaving this department?” “In 4 weeks, why?” “I am trying to decide if I should take the secondment offer to another department or not. I like working with you. If I leave now, you would not be here when I return, yeah?” “True that.”