Psychiatry:
The Good:
The day I joined Psychiatry, in one of the beds allotted to me, was a young lady with schizophrenia. As the days proceeded, she had a very good response to the drugs and was almost cent per cent okay. She was discharged on my last day there with no residual symptoms left. It was a satisfying experience…
The Bad:
He called himself “DJM” which according to him meant “Director Joint Manager”. The entire morning he would spend flirting with the pretty nursing students who flocked around him (like they flocked around most interesting patients). Often he went to the extent of saying that “I will f*** you” (in English) which led to one of my esteemed friends to doubt if he was just pretending to get this attention.
The day DJM left, we got a replacement who told us “Do not touch because tuponi khoti” (“..because sleep is lacking” –grammar was not so correct). When we went on rounds, he would accompany us, usually among the nursing students. If told to return to bed, after sometime he would pop in through a window to see how the round was proceeding.
The Ugly:
Just can’t satisfy some people!! First she grumbled MY injections (naturally, I don’t prescribe psychiatric medications) caused tingling in all her limbs. On my reporting, our PG bhaiya switched her over to oral drugs.
Then she complained to ma’am during rounds (translated to English):
P: there are some second rate doctors here.
M: why? What did they do?
P: they took out all my blood.
M: why? What would a doctor do with blood?
P: naturally, sell it to other patients. (wailing) I don’t have a simple drop of blood in my body…. Who will give me blood now? These **%%@##@#** doctors?
The very next day, I was asked to draw blood from her for bilirubin estimation. I asked one of my friends to do it, without telling him why. Poor soul- but he survived –just…
