Today,I stand in a strange place.
I do my rounds of the hospital ward and I wonder where I am .
I have two ladies who have undergone total abdominal hysterectomies,one gentleman who
has undergone resection anastomosis who has just started liquid diet,one gentleman who
had his obstructed herniae released and underwent a herniorhaphy with a mesh
insertion,two ladies who delivered by caeserian section,one lady with a breast abscess
who underwent incision and drainage,one patient post-snake-bite who underwent skin
grafting,one patient who has come for exploration of the sole of his feet for probable
foreign body.One gentleman who has presented with a bad wound infection
post-electrocution for wound debridement.
I also happen to have a lady with unstable angina,a young kid on ambu ventilation for
snake-bite ,a few patients with fevers and acute gastr-enterites.
By the grace of God they all are doing well.
These past few weeks I have seen a lady with a haemoglobin of 1.7 gm% with a GCS of
6/15,stranded in the village for two whole days in that state for a lack of vehicle
recover and go home.I have seen a tiny baby rejected by the government hospital
brought in gasping for breathe sheet white,slowly coming back to life while all of us
awaited for the life to go out of him.The same baby the next day during the morning
prayers sat on his knees with his hands folded together while we prayed .He was all of
two and a half years.
I have seen a young boy in his late teens pushed away by a local nursing home in acute
respiratory distress and septic shock saying in between gasps of breath that he did
not want to leave our hospital.We safely transported him to a higher centre in
Jabalpur in our ambulance and a nurse-aid for a PEEP.
I stand here ...suspended....,it seems in mid-air,uncomfortably comfortable in Lord
Jesus' grace.
Monda suggested we go hunting. Dressed up to beat the rains and the unpredictable weather we ventured out at night with the two Dawas. Annie had baked a cake for Rumpanol.It started pouring in spurts but nothing could beat the enthusiasm.The junior Dawa was to drive us to a place around fifteen kilometres up the north Sikkim highway.We would come across three rivulets of sort where we could possibly find the edible frog.The senior Dawa was already at the spot making a pathway in the jungle for us to proceed. We reached the spot at around eight at night.in the pitch dark one could hear the sound of frogs of all variety and we started seeing quite a few but none of edible variety.We shuffled around in the rain with an umbrella,raincoat and torches like Nancy drew exploring the grasses and having eye contacts with stunned frogs which seemed to have lost the ability to run .The two boys did a Tarzen and was lost in the jungle with a sling bag ,a torch sans any cover from the rain.While
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Three words: Glory to God!
Blessings from the Eichers in Thane