Another Weekend

After a short & sweet holiday in Goa, I was back in my sundry routine. Goa was fun... Saturday was busier than usual, withmyself getting caught in an emergency surgery(a frail ASA grade IV E patient for debridement and amputation), somehow managed to be back just in time to pack and leave for the bus journey which took a little longer than promised 12 hrs. Sunday saw us in Goa, we managed a Kinetic Honda and drove off to Old Goa appreciating Churches, had a good night sleep, Monday was our Beach day and we toured various Beaches enjoying each one of them and also managed to see two forts- Chapora, the lonely, abandoned fort and Aguada, still a destination on tourist buses. Tuesday was for South Goa, should I say Colva beach, where we enjoyed the most, had a appetising lunch, drive back to the mess, packing and some low fare flight to Mumbai.... All and all it was wonderful and refreshing. Wednesday, same old Hospital routine, only to realise that this small holiday means loads of duties in the coming week.... pound of flesh. Reached Saturday again, the difference being, I don't want this saturday to end cause tomorrow I'm on DMO duty, a real pain.

routine difficulties

Back again, after a good break..... facing routine difficulties, like (what should I say) not able to get a sunday free(weekdays are as bad or busy as ever with Hosp timings now upto 1630hrs).I was too elated at the thought of finally mustering a sunday for myself after good six weeks, but, my happiness went for a six when, while doing a surprise check on the non public funds I was delivered this shocking news that I have to give medical cover to one of the muesuem ships tomorrow, and all my plans went for a ride to HAWAHAWAI.Now I am not aware when will I be able to get a free sunday... next being a conference, then being my call duty and then my plans for a 2 day trip to Goa. Life is tough being a service PG in a service Hosp with all sort of stupid duties as service excergencies and you having no right to say NO. I was waiting for when I'll complete this but now the letter to our fate has arrived with grading exam being in Oct next year leaves me with no time but lots of panic, and here I am sitting and writing a blog which makes no sense to me at all instead of completing my thesis or studying. I rest my case and plan to study with good concentration for next few hrs. see ya.

A little late

Back again, a little late, after my various culinary experiences (poor me, maid is ill, who else to prepare b'fast & lunch). Running off to attend to a SIL(seriously ill list) mataji who has been operated for an insular glioma, roller coaster postop period with blood pressure swings(reaching skies & then dipping down to below the sea level), difficult weaning(one failed attempt) and my maid chose this period to go down with a bout of URTI. Getting up a little early takes its toll & I manage to be a little late(everywhere) ,rehearsing my excuses mentally, just in case I get caught.... Inventing a new excuse everyday is no joke, though I rarely had to use them(I'm a smart chick u c... even if a li'le late I still manage to be on time, almost), but once I've formulated them in my mind they become stale & my eager mind wanders in search of a new excuse.
This weekend I was planning on a laid back attitude, to ignore everything & catch up on my lost sleep, but sleep deserted me at the end moment (last night) & I managed to wash a load full of clothes, wash my hair, boil milk & prepare for todays breakfast & eventually managed to sleep at the same time which I manage on weekdays(but for different reasons)... post midnight...... woke up at usual time(0600 hrs) cos there was another bucket full of clothes to be washed & of course breakfast to be prepared. So much for plans! I did manage to catch up on sleep post breakfast only to wake up to find the herculean task of preparing lunch, which also I have successfully managed & now start my home making duties(my house is in a mess since past one helluva busy month) so I better take leave & tidy up my house before anything else crops up.... see ya

A New Day

Hi! Welcome to my first blog! In this blog I will be writing about my experiences.Till a few days back I was net illiterate( Thanks to my fear of gadgets & my belief that I'll never be able to handle them correctly) but then as luck would have it I joined PG in Anaesthesiology & I was surrounded by so many gadgets(that too of various sizes and shapes) & I realised that I better shape up or else I'll loose it all & a new Me emerged ................of course, the fact that I've a net savy husband was a big boon. A new day arose when I bought my PC & since then there has been no looking back, every day is a new day.
So where do I start from.... today, yesterday or so many days ago........ difficult job & seems like lots of hard work(which I thoroughly detest) but I guess I can give it a try.
My first day in the Dept was like Alice in Wonderland.......... happy, enthusiastic but absolutely clueless. Moreover, joining PG after a 4 year gap from my graduation in Medicine( during which I did everything except practicing Medicine) was no help....I was worse than the Intern where academics were concerned & I was worse than the Operating Technician where handling OR gadgets was concerned, all I could Boast was handling casualties single handedly, only the resuscitation part please( that's what I did in field- resuscitation & evacuation of casualties). Only solution to your fears is taking them head on & this is what I exactly did.