The Real Tales of an Intern Part 7

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different ballgame compared to medicine. For starters, her unit supervisor was chill. Sam was sure if she skipped rounds, he wouldn’t notice. Then their clinics were awkward. Most patients they saw had inguinal hernias. She and her team spent most of their clinics groping men’s loins and eliciting cough reflexes. The real action was their emergency calls.</p><p id="55cf">Whatever action was lacking in the clinics was palpable in emergency shifts: gunshot wounds, ruptured appendix, acute abdomen, head injuries. Sam had been looking forward to a phone call where she would blab to Linda about surgery clinics, but it turned out she had more gist content from the emergency rooms.</p><p id="8526">It wasn’t all fun and games during surgery calls. There was a bigger issue. Most emergencies needed ready theatres. To deal with bureaucracies and inefficiencies, a simple case could turn complex. It was that or the patient would die. Sam’s crying days weren’t over.</p><p id="efb8" type="7">“The physician must be able to tell the antecedents, know the present, and foretell the future…”</p><p id="b3dd" type="7">- Hippocrates.</p><div id="1ddd" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.co

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The physician must be able to tell the antecedents, know the present, and foretell the future…

“I don’t want to suffer depression while interning. Let me take the opportunity that is being offered to me and go to a new posting.” “So what’s it gonna be? Surgery or pediatrics?” “I am opting for surgery. I’ll let the supervisor know tomorrow. That’s my deadline.”

The next morning, Sam had a skip in her step. It was the joy in anticipation of moving to a new posting. She got to the wards early. She did not mind that she would have to wait longer than usual for her supervisor. When she showed up, Sam ran to her and made her intentions known. The lady reminded her of paperwork and urged her to get it done as quickly as possible.

Surgery was a different ballgame compared to medicine. For starters, her unit supervisor was chill. Sam was sure if she skipped rounds, he wouldn’t notice. Then their clinics were awkward. Most patients they saw had inguinal hernias. She and her team spent most of their clinics groping men’s loins and eliciting cough reflexes. The real action was their emergency calls.

Whatever action was lacking in the clinics was palpable in emergency shifts: gunshot wounds, ruptured appendix, acute abdomen, head injuries. Sam had been looking forward to a phone call where she would blab to Linda about surgery clinics, but it turned out she had more gist content from the emergency rooms.

It wasn’t all fun and games during surgery calls. There was a bigger issue. Most emergencies needed ready theatres. To deal with bureaucracies and inefficiencies, a simple case could turn complex. It was that or the patient would die. Sam’s crying days weren’t over.

“The physician must be able to tell the antecedents, know the present, and foretell the future…”

- Hippocrates.