Auscultating the Chest.

I was in a bad mood today. And I sprawled my Facebook profile with the filthiest and the most common profane used. Afterwards I felt bad when I got messages from my friends consoling me and one message that snapped my anger and produced rather a guilt was from one of my high school friend who said that of all the girls out there he thought I was the one who has got it figured it out. Shame and guilt came over me for my momentary lapse of losing grip over my bizzare emotions but moreover I cannot fathom the reason for my devastating anger. And the readiness for contrition is because I hate not smiling.

Now I am chilled. Chilled as ever and laughing with my friends over silliest of the events that unfolds in our lives.
Because medicine without humour can be hard.
Plus I changed my blog name to a dr.DOOFUS. Yeah Doofus till I specialize.

And that actually happened to one of my friends. :D                                                      
                                                           p3@ce-dr.Doofus.

When the Myope gave the viva.

                                                            p3@ce-dr.Diksha

How I discovered my Doctor handwriting?

There have had been plenty to write this past week and this week too, and much to study. Not to forget my lost record book that I had to rewrite all over. I would like to thank my friends for helping me with the record. 

• Class CR for getting me the blank new record.
• Shivu,Ashik, Romama, Sumi for writing and drawing.

And after that I had numerous experiments left to be written in my Pharmacology  (study of medicines) record. And out of frustration I did a this..... Wait my handwriting has always been this way...

But that night I was running out of time. I had a deadline and a million words to study. The pressure was building up and then that was it! The very last of my endurance dried up. And I scribbled all over. SCRIBBLED! Yes I call it scribbling!

And that is how I discovered my doctor handwriting. It saves a lot of time. 

I think the Pharmacology lecturer made us write all of these so that we would "discover" the hidden scribbl I mean calligraphy in us!

This is how the lecturer would be feeling!

Yes dear lecturer you succeed yet again. 

On the great despondency of losing my Microbiology record~

I am posting some borin artistic or rather lilac-tonous diagrams of Pathology record. (I am just keeping it uploaded here so that I can come back here anytime and see what a mess I drew in these days).
First I don't know what to do - Because I have to submit the Microbiology record the next week and it comprises of some (vital) scores I need in order to make it through second year! 

I am whistling and making paper planes out of Smokin' Joes ad paper and tossing them over to (my enemies) room. (Cus they said looking at the bright side is the key to a happy living).

Yep the constitution said that medical students need to be mentally fit as well as their artistic sides should be fine and polished. (I am making that up).

I suppose these are my best ones. Aren't they lilac-tonous? :D

Cheers:

Another medical student post:

I broke Jigsaw's heart.

I am not a level one nerd and this all appears before my grand second professional examinations.

And this is exactly how I have been because I am tensed and very worried because of this second prof exams. Honestly I have no idea what has gotten into me so much so if I happen to meet this Mr. Jigsaw even, I would just retaliate him and politely ask him to 'not disturb me' and to 'stop his gibberish non-sense.'


(I am only using Robbins and Cotrans paythology because that is the biggest book I own and ahem I read it although I know nothing much from text.)

Sundays are for sleeping!

Now I have woken up feeling like I have had a bad hang over. I am an absolute teetotaler.I think a hang over feels like a dull head ache and heavy eyes and nauseating feeling. that's how I am feeling right now! This morning started with a game of kho-kho. An Indian game which is played because of the fact that anyone who can run an play good enough.

I had picnic with my Bhutanese friends today for the upcoming Bhutanese new year-the losar! And I completely missed it because by the time I came back from the match it was a bit too late to go and my muscles send out distressing signals telling me to stop torturing them. If you think being a medic and all so ambitious and enthusiastic is easy- and maintaining good health and good mind is as easy, and not to forget a cute boyfriend who demands a lot of your time, prepare yourself for a very tiring lifestyle.
Yesterday I experienced a bout of hypoglycaemic shock right after the game- that is when the glucose level in my body goes beyond the least amount and my body demands attention! Also I have been obeying my dear tennis coach sincerely too much. 10 rounds running means 10 rounds! I do that now that I realize that I must strengthen my stamina when I am scaling Mt. Everest! So much for trying to be excellent at everything.
I sleep at 4 and wake up at 6 AM. Oh don't be alarmed. Of course I am not a freak who can manage with 2-3 hours of sleep! I sleep at the day time because right now we don't have clinical duty to attend to since we have exams 2 months later and we are given extra time to memorize on that precious Robbins and Cotrans and all that autopsy shit!

And oh dear my need for looking great everyday, and a knack for updating with latest everything keeps me battling between sleeping and keeping awake all the time. 
I missed a fun day out and I don't know how I feel. I know it's not a pleasant feeling. And I so didn't appreciate the way the MBBS students viewed the nursing students as. I know they are from the lower income part of the society and haven't been rubbed off their edges for good manners and they comment foul about us- but why should we describe them as horrific barbaric wild lassies with a super strength and agility but tiny brains! So much for the feeling of solidarity among fellow nursing inmates. We would be working with them full on. So why disgrace them now just because they do so to us too.

And right now I see updates on Facebook from my Bhutanese friends on the picnic. Probably the best time they had. But it is a Sunday and I wanted to savour it as much as I could before I delve myself into another week full of activities. Well I am medical student. If I don't make sacrifices I am not not all worthy of being a medico!

WORLD AIDS DAY at KALINGA INSTITUTE OF MEDICAL SCIENCES.

Worlds AIDS day on December 1st,2011 was observed in KIMS with much contemplation.
To create awareness among us all there was the quiz competition and  skit competition for medical students. But the most engaging and enlightening activity was the candle march in the darkness of the night at a short distance of about15 minutes walk. 


Most of the medical students attended the occasion.  Red ribbons were pinned to our lab-coat lapels and there were speeches on HIV/AIDS. The most eye catching was the documentary video of AIDS patients. It featured the patients, desolate ones and the ostracism they face from the society.

I remember seeing one HIV positive person on a field trip to a slum area. To be honest I was scared of him. Even though I am fully aware of its infection and epidemiology I couldn't help but feel a desire to get away from him. Then I realized how unintelligent and non-nonsensical I was! How can the illiterates stop ostracizing the infected persons if someone of my position thought that way? Or how could they possibly know and prevent the ways the disease is spread?


The theme for this year was "getting to zero: Zero new HIV infections, Zero discriminations, Zero AIDS related death"
And as I watched the video and listened to the speeches I suddenly got enlightened. I would not discriminate an HIV patient. Neither would I despise him. I am going to be a doctor and it is my duty to be my best to my patients.
After this I felt happier and we all had the same thought in our head- AIDS you cannot destroy the human race.

The candle march proceeded. Hundreds of students carrying a candle each illuminated the area. It illuminated our minds and especially our hearts.
























My role in zeroing AIDS maybe small and insignificant. But I know that every action counts. My role maybe just to protect myself from getting infected and to the most educate the people on HIV/AIDS and stop discriminating the infected people. I will follow my part very well for I know that every little action of ours won't go in vain.


Let us all work towards GETTING TO ZERO.


Later in the night I found an article titled "Positive people". It appreciates and applauds the five people in Bhutan who stood up to the public and admitted they are infected. 
Please read the article for you may find it inspiring.
http://www.tsheringtobgay.com/health/2011/positive-people.html 

Pathology

Colours are an integral part of my life now. The colour pencils are an absolute must-have in our stationary list. Without them wherever would our learning deter to! 

Pathology is the science or study of origin, nature and course of diseases. We have excellent set of lecturers here in our college. The theory classes are strictly taken and the practical classes are taken more strictly. But if only we would take it strictly otherwise we would be very excellent students.

We peer through the microscope and we have to see everything in detail- starting from the colour to the shape and the size and the relative positions and identify and then diagnose. It is strainful to the eye but the colours add some sense to it. 
But by colours I mean mostly pink or lilac and blue. Different shades of lilac is seen because of the particular stain used in the laboratories.
And then we have to draw what we see and get it verified and checked. 

A compound microscope.

The slide 

And then this is how it looks under the lens.

It is a productive class where we take invaluable lessons throughout our lives that could help save a life. 
Colours help us guide through the course. We use them on every page of our book which help us remember the cell colour and texture and most importantly help us to diagnose the disease.

Blood Donation- Not a Selfish Deed.

Here it Starts- The Mission.

 The compelled volunteers turned up today. And I had to give them briefing on scabies ample enough for them to diagnose a scabies case. Of course chances are they may mistake it with a chicken pox case or plenty of mosquito bites. 

I started my 'lecture' with "this would be your first medical class." Come on it is a funny line. But nobody even flinched! I proceeded anyway and at times added some tiny remarks like "scabies is caused by a parasite, but let's call it a bug for now", and some cheesier lines like "the burrows made by the scabies mites are like the underground burrows made by the moles".

I think I need to improve on my exhibition. I have got to appear confident. But over all I have a feeling that my briefing was a good one.


Then a KISS student took us on a tour of the campus. We went inside the hostel of the kids. They live in a very close community. Three stored bunker beds and lots of them in a single big room. And in a single room there was at least three or four of them infected. 


Tomorrow these people are going to start examining the kids and compile the data. Convenient for us. And I hope my friends join me in this. I am not involving them much because they might feel obliged to volunteer. But if they ever want to join in I am always ready with open arms because a medical brain and medically trained eyes are very useful. 


But the closer you get to doing the project a bit of indolence creeps in. Just thinking about the number of students we are going to examine makes me regret a bit for pushing on with the project. But I will keep pushing on till we are successful.

Mission: Curbing Scabies.

Curbing Scabies

It's too early for me to be writing about my big project since we really haven't gone out to the "field" yet. But I am really excited that we got this project in hand.

I am really shattered after well people don't recognize me for all the hard work that I did. But that won't stop me from doing what I want to. I have heard of some saying some time ago which said " If you can't fly then run. If you can't run then walk. If you can't walk, then crawl. But whatever happens just keep moving forward."

And forward I am moving with every step I take. I may fail now, but I know I am better than this. And one more thing I want to add is whatever you do you should enjoy doing it. That is one of the perks of life. I don't want to be a doctor who is going to complain about how tedious and tiring the job is. I am going to be very dedicated and positive. 

I am glad Debashish is there with me for this project. It is a huge one and everyone thinks it is a noble deed we are doing. One of them even called us "angels in disguise". :)

Tomorrow I am going to be presenting about scabies to the 15 students who are to be punished. And their punishment is to help us do the project. :P Punishment for them because they are B-Tech students who booze and break rules of the college.