Friday, February 24, 2012

The first surgery I assisted

It is a nice revelation that our hostel has so many varieties of birds. By the way the egg in my balcony is in the process of hatching as his mother is continuously giving warmth to it. Now coming to humans from the birds. Today is a different day for me, as would be for any mbbs student when he gets chance to assist a surgery for the first time. Today we were scheduled to attend the general surgery OT. We were just 3 of us (by final year most of us have got over the OT fever). I went to the OT today after a long gap(my family holidays). It sensed good. We took our OT dresses. It was a little bit of hassle fasting the nada, otherwise I dressed up comfortably. On the gates I met "The Amazingly enthusiastic Nakra sir". He has a different, energetic style of doing things. When I was in second professional, I used to think what kind of person he is. He used to almost shout in the OT, which he actually does now also. He wanders almost all across the OT complex and the ICU in no time. He used to rag us as well. But over the time as I have to come to know him as I a teacher  and as a person, i like him. His energy and zeal is so contagious. That is what keeps him going.
But, I am sorry I digressed slightly. So It was the last operation we thought we would witness. We desperately wanted to see a hernia surgery, but fate had other plans. We went to OT 3 just to see what is happening. Patient was already anaesthetised, and Chandreshekhar sir was preparing for the surgery. As we asked sir what procedure is going to be done, he replied softly "Hydrocele"(as an undergrad it is an important case). But what took us by surprise was the accompanying remark "come one of you can wash and assist". For a second we saw each other in awe. It is not normal for us to be given such invitations. Indeed the surgeons are so engrossed while doing their surgeries, many a times they might as well forget that we are standing behind them (except some). I moved towards the cleaning basin to wash. I actually practiced how to wash hands before an operation last year. Their are six steps to it. As soon as I cleaned, I was confused on the further proceeding. Then one the OT assistants came to my rescue. He told me to wipe my hand with the cotton swab placed on the trolley beside me, wear one of the many sterile front coats kept on the trolley. He had already put the Hand gloves which I wore. Now was the time to assist. My job basically was to hold the testis in correct position, to keep mopping the blood and hold the artery forceps when required. During the whole procedure I noticed the calmness with which Chandrashekar sir carried out the job. He kept on informing us about the anatomy and the procedure. During the operation I had very mixed feeling of elation, surprise and little bit of exhaustion. I really admired the stamina of the surgeons. At the end I just followed sir in undressing. At last I just thanked sir for this opportunity. As I was going out of the OT there was a different smile on my face.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The Bird in my balcony

We have a lot of pigeons in our hostel. It is actually a bird santuaury  of pigeons. It is nice to see them on the hostel roof. Sometimes they seem to form a boundary on the roofs. The most blissful of the things is to see their nests in our balconies. Actually we have two balconies, one associated with the room and one with the toilets. Usually the balcony beside the toilet remains deserted. One of my friends Popat used to spread bajra in his bathroom balcony. A lot of pigeons used to come to have their meals. They built a nest and laid eggs as well. There were two cute baby pigeions born. In continuation of my friend I started spreading bajra in my bathroom balcony. I also kept apot of water for the pigeons. Because I expected them to make nests, I kept a beautiful wooden basket. I thought it will be used, but it remained vacant for quite a long time. But today As I oped the Balcony door, two pigeons flew away very fast. To my surprise I saw a beutiful nest in the basket and an egg was lying in it. The colour of the nest and the basket matched so much that it seemed as if the basket has been made for this purpose only. While I refilled the water pot, the pigeons parents waited on the roof of the opposite building. I finished my work and closed the door to give them some family time.