THE FANTASTIC BATTLES
One truth about post-graduation
period is a growing feeling of being important! The grinding in the first few
months with unrelenting duty hours is relished with little joys like venous cut
downs, chest tube insertions and circumcisions!
To cut and sew the abdominal wall is
no less important a job than that of Heimdall of Asgard.
It is like a soldier whose sword refuses to
go back into its sheath, the blade of the spirited new-comer ever willing to
test its sharpness against an army of foot soldiers, herein represented by abscesses,
sebaceous cysts, lipomas, corns and in-growing toe-nails! Soon he becomes
boastful of his campaigns and ever so willingly announces his count! To insert
a cannula into a hydrocele to see the clear water drain is like stabbing the
heart of a monster filled with wicked blood!
The Jaboulays often make the
stories for the day!
He soon becomes much skilled to
fight emergency battles in polluted fields! He adapts in milliseconds to the
obnoxious odour of the greenish gooey abdomen of old cases of hollow viscus
perforation and his hands fondle the sloppy intestines as though it were dough!
Every spurting vessel is a game to
catch like rabbits in the jungle! But, the Calot’s triangle is the lion’s den
and his king, the master, always the sole lion-hunter!
He rather digs wells he calls
colostomies to vent out flatus and feces! And he also digs into ladies’ breasts
and retrieves pearly fibroadenomas. The digger also becomes a welder with
anastomoses but he speaks of them less while he eyes the prize always!
He throttles and beheads many
appendices and hernial sacs while he regards the lion’s den from the distance! But
one fine day, he finally tastes the lion’s blood and holds high a stone-filled
sac! The tales of blood and gore keep on growing as does his pride in being an
executioner of gall-bladders!
It is three years of battles he has
come fighting but he longs for more because he cannot let his sword rust!
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