02 mars 2008

Strange Days

I was walking to work, the other day, for the first time in months. I had finally managed to get early enough not to have to run behind a cab at 7.55 am, but to soak up the sun instead during 20 precious minutes, the last ones before the awakening of the city's cars.

So here I was, a few meters away from the hospital's entrance, when I noticed some feces on the ground. I knew it wasn't some neighborhood dog who left that on his own morning walk. I knew it was one of the humans who lived on the surroundings. The ones who were too weak to defend themselves on the street, and resorted to sleep near the emergency's entrance, where there was always 2 or 3 guys (security, male nurses, police officers) who could hear a cry for help. The one who slept under the manicured trees in blankets darkened by dirt. The old men, and the women.

It reminded me of the last time I freaked out while working. I was on night call, and that young beautiful woman stormed into the examination room while I was already busy with a patient. She came to the desk, bluntly put the card she'd been given at the ER entrance on the table, and panickedly told me that she had stomach pain. I told her I was already seeing a patient and that she must wait for her turn (while mentally cursing the absent nurse who was supposed to kinda organize it all..), upon which she looked surprised and went out, only to come back in as soon as I finished writing my prescription.

She was dressed in a jellaba, hair untied, and my first impression of her was that of strangeness. I supposed she was just worried of her symptoms, but as she looked surprised again when I told her to get on the bed to examine her, and generally looked lost, I began to sense there was more to it. She had 2 rings on the same finger, and I figured out she must be married, to which she answered yes. She was reluctant to undress, and when I got to examine her, I found a round mass on the pelvis. She had absolutely no stomach pain. I asked her when she last had her period, and she said : "Four months". I told her if she thought she might be pregnant, and the absent look in her eyes just struck me as she had never linked the absence of her period with a possible pregnancy. I didn't really understand either why no one was with her, as young spouses rarely go out to the ER in the middle of the night without at least one family member (causing major overcrowding in the waiting room, by the way), and mechanically wrote her a letter for the gyn-ob specialist on duty that night.

A few minutes later, with her gone, I was asking the nurse who had finally come back, and she said : "Oh, that woman ?She's been sleeping around the hospital for two years now". 

Posté par Sun Li à 10:48 - Commentaires [13] - Permalien [#]


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    Words elude me. Tant de misère et de solitude. Thanks, Sun Li.
    Mwah

    Posté par Loula, 02 mars 2008 à 15:47 | | Répondre
  • I just don't want to imagine what she must have been through. It feels unreal to have the comfort I have, thinking of what she must live.

    Posté par Sun Li, 02 mars 2008 à 23:17 | | Répondre
  • xoxo

    Posté par NajNaj, 04 mars 2008 à 23:10 | | Répondre
  • ...

    i can't explain it... but while I was reading this, a beatles song whispered in my head..

    It's been a hard day's night, and I been working like a dog
    It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log...

    nice to read you again

    kb

    Posté par kb, 10 mars 2008 à 15:31 | | Répondre
  • Those were the days, my friend...
    ML... My taylor is (also) rich

    Posté par ML, 10 mars 2008 à 17:41 | | Répondre
  • Sun Li, You've tagged histoire de te sortir de ton internat
    Mwah

    Posté par Loula, 10 mars 2008 à 23:44 | | Répondre
  • Naj > xoxo twice
    kb > i do crash down on my bed as soon as i get back from work, but that's because I'm genetically programmed to sleep 14 hours a day. It's scary.
    ML > and where is your umbrella ?
    Loula > things are getting better for me i'm currently working in Radiology, which leaves plenty of time for taking care of my sleep quality Muchos love

    Posté par Sun Li, 19 mars 2008 à 22:51 | | Répondre
  • ajiw au fait, c koi le tag ?

    Posté par Sun Li, 19 mars 2008 à 22:56 | | Répondre
  • waaa sa7ibatah,le tag c de dire 6 choses insignifiantes sur toi. don't u know? aji,now that you're in radiology,you can certainly post more ^^

    Posté par NajNaj, 22 mars 2008 à 13:36 | | Répondre
  • Heyfirst time reader here!
    i thought i was the only dumb ass who keeps a blog both in english and french, following my mood swings...
    i m surrounded by a lot of med students and man i keep on hearing astonishing stuff like that from their night calls.
    It's been fun reading you...come pay me a visit
    cheers!

    Posté par Candysha, 26 avril 2008 à 03:07 | | Répondre
  • LOL I know you :)

    Took me a while to figure out we already met!...at the Rick's Café...you came a bit late...sat next to ML, facing me and the friend I came with...we even had a little chat...

    Posté par Candysha, 27 avril 2008 à 08:28 | | Répondre
  • a little chat about chats ?

    Posté par Sun Li, 29 avril 2008 à 20:33 | | Répondre
  • Miaw

    hihihih entre autres oui

    Posté par Candysha, 29 avril 2008 à 21:16 | | Répondre
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