Surgery OPD

Today it was a day of putting to test the attempt to empower our leader that was made by agreeing at once with an idea that he presented. We were to meet in the Surgery O.P.D and have a post graduate or someone explain to us various examinations. It started off with me taking the usual series of buses. As I sat in the first bus on my list expressions were studied, looks were given, smiles were exchanged and an odd endeavoring of strangers to impress one another anchored the crummy compartment. I got on the next bus, dodged the sight of the driver reflecting in so many little mirrors on the windshield, grabbed on to the rod from time to time and was showered with thrust outward droplets as the lady next to me sneezed more than a couple times, may be it was my perfume. Wait, I wasn't wearing any. Five minutes from my destination I received an interrogation via text on my mom's phone then met with the protesting and demanding eyes of girls that had decided to encourage the leader on his suggestion and were partially lamenting. Except the day eventually turned out to be a fruitful one. Alhumdulillah.

Initially, the girls separated themselves to go find someone else to help them, the effort went in vain. But we did manage a case of c.a breast, one with an indirect inguinal hernia and then we escaped the room for the environment turned hostile (read intimidating big guys). Then the story of today happened. A man, karhak aadmi as I would call him, came with a swelling in front of his neck. 

Introduction

Consent

Deglutition

Sweaty palms

Pulse

Pain

Attachment with skin

Shape

Size

Surface

Boundaries

Extent

Tenderness.....

We watched the big guy explain to us all the steps and a little bit of whys behind them, then lady-smaller-than-the-big-guy explained to us some more on the same karhak aadmi. One of the students examined him. Then some smaller-than-the-big-guy guys entered and asked to perform a timed examination on the same subject. I was impressed with the patient's patience. 

He finally talked, "Mujhay ek baat bataain, ap jo itna time laga rahay hain mujh per, konsa doctor itna time lagata hai? Main ap ka bohat mashkoor hun kay itnay saray doctors mera mu'aina kar rahay hain."

The almost-big-guy listened to him carefully while he explained how he has been licked by another hospital and since he has no longer the kind of pocket to support the expenses he has made way to JPMC. He mentioned about how he works for a bank and how fortunate he is to have so many doctors listen to him and examine him. He then asked the almost-big-guy to teach us to always give time to the person that has walked up to us with a problem. The almost-big-guy comforted and consoled him. 

After revising my newly learned Pashto sentences we walked into Aanton kay amraaz ka t.v wala room and saw some examination where another almost-big-guy told us a lot of cool stuff. Hafsa and I left the building with only me talking which was put to an abrupt halt as I got myself on a bus. The bus some ten minutes from my place encountered an unexpected barrier in the route which ticked the driver off and he over-sped and I closely watched the millimeter by which we were spared a heinous catastrophe that resulted into a lot of thanking of God. I got off the bus and took a rickshaw only to find that the girl I met in my first bus in the morning was sharing it with me.