By now,most of the people I consider as good friends know that I have come to dislike hospitals.
When I was little I wanted to become a doctor (also a dancer,a pianist,a singer,a painter,a lawyer and a traveller but somehow the doctor bit is what people remember)
Over the years,I wondered what it took to become and be a doctor.My earliest memory of going to a doctor was when we went for our vaccination shots and the doctor had such a happy face,that i don't really remember the injections.
And then we progressed to going to a friend of Chitti (who was a doctor) whenever we had the occassional fever or stomach ache.Okay,for me it was more than occassional.And then of course, came the time I spent a week in a hospital.That is when I realised that doctors can be patient and inspiring,sometimes even silly. During my stay I became friends with not only the Surgeon,Peadiatrician,Duty Doctors (one of whom started borrowing comic books from me,thankfully she did return ALL of them) but also the lovely nurses.I even had one favourite nurse (I sadly don't remember her name,I think it started with an S,or maybe not) and a least favourite nurse.I think it was during this time I decided that I will henceforth avoid Telugu nurses (because of the latter nurse). Even after I was discharged,I kept going back for a few more times for follow ups.And my doctors were simply splendid.As a kid,I was generally quiet.Especially in front of new people.So the fact that I could talk to them and that they were so accessible and friendly really helped.Not only during the 'ill period' but also in general.
Apparently,I upset a LOT of people when I got admitted (Well the doctors I guess got a little dramatic,so I guess it was understandable).I only remember from day two (or maybe it was the midnight of day one) when I was put in a 'shared room' which had a partition. The kid (who was smaller than me) had brain fever and later passed away. I felt so terrible that time,I wondered why children had to be put through such times, I still remember the women near his/her bed.I felt really bad for them.Then I saw my mom beside my bed and felt better.Even at that time I thought of the doctors and especially the nurses,it might take so much of their 'being' to have the strength to see death in so many forms,on such a regular basis.
They were six more times I visted hospitals after that,but all to visit not-so-ill patients.So I didn't really have any special memories associated with those visits.
When I was little I wanted to become a doctor (also a dancer,a pianist,a singer,a painter,a lawyer and a traveller but somehow the doctor bit is what people remember)
Over the years,I wondered what it took to become and be a doctor.My earliest memory of going to a doctor was when we went for our vaccination shots and the doctor had such a happy face,that i don't really remember the injections.
And then we progressed to going to a friend of Chitti (who was a doctor) whenever we had the occassional fever or stomach ache.Okay,for me it was more than occassional.And then of course, came the time I spent a week in a hospital.That is when I realised that doctors can be patient and inspiring,sometimes even silly. During my stay I became friends with not only the Surgeon,Peadiatrician,Duty Doctors (one of whom started borrowing comic books from me,thankfully she did return ALL of them) but also the lovely nurses.I even had one favourite nurse (I sadly don't remember her name,I think it started with an S,or maybe not) and a least favourite nurse.I think it was during this time I decided that I will henceforth avoid Telugu nurses (because of the latter nurse). Even after I was discharged,I kept going back for a few more times for follow ups.And my doctors were simply splendid.As a kid,I was generally quiet.Especially in front of new people.So the fact that I could talk to them and that they were so accessible and friendly really helped.Not only during the 'ill period' but also in general.
Apparently,I upset a LOT of people when I got admitted (Well the doctors I guess got a little dramatic,so I guess it was understandable).I only remember from day two (or maybe it was the midnight of day one) when I was put in a 'shared room' which had a partition. The kid (who was smaller than me) had brain fever and later passed away. I felt so terrible that time,I wondered why children had to be put through such times, I still remember the women near his/her bed.I felt really bad for them.Then I saw my mom beside my bed and felt better.Even at that time I thought of the doctors and especially the nurses,it might take so much of their 'being' to have the strength to see death in so many forms,on such a regular basis.
They were six more times I visted hospitals after that,but all to visit not-so-ill patients.So I didn't really have any special memories associated with those visits.
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