Final year is hectic. Not that we had expected anything else, but these days we are always tired. We hardly have we-time any more with each of the group members being allotted to different clinics.
Fortunately, my Debsie and her Bidsie are in A3. Yayy…!
Trust me,, sometimes you would like to have a person around who you know loves you unconditionally and where a look would convey a million things. Someone who would say agree to agree with you.
So there we were, all of A3 attending Neurology clinics which had had ended half-an-hour before the due time. Right before Neurology, we were posted in Chest and TB clinics (Respiratory medicine).
We had not expected it.
After our class got over, Debsie suggested that she and i go to Respiratory meds and examine the patients. Agreeing to agree, i tagged along. Moreover, i find it interesting and it happens to be important for my exams and my life. So why not?
No sooner had we gone in when the HOD saw us and asked us to examine a patient of COPD. We started as we had been taught. A brief history, general survey, systemic examination : inspection, palpation, percussion, auscultation; followed by reading of the skiagram.
With another 5 minutes left before the commencement of our Paediatric lecture, we asked Sir to excuse us and he exclaimed, “but I’ve ordered you tea”, surprising us.
It took a moment for the words to sink in. HOD had ordered tea for us, who were still an year from becoming interns. We looked at sir who got busy checking into other reports and exchanged blank looks which soon turned into goofy grins.
Soon a tray with several paper cups of tea and a paper bag containing egg-devils arrived (egg-devil : egg chops which are loved and relished by folks all over Bengal).
Sir ordered Debsie and me, “wash your hands properly” and proceeded to hand over the chops himself. Only after we had had eaten it that he again himself handed us our tea and sent us off with “now go to your classes.”
Apparently it is a mundane incident. But it actually made our day. And our gang and extra-gang folks green with envy. They are just not significant enough to be treated to chaa-o-chop. (Actually tea is called chaa in Bangla and among us, chaa and chop is a great combination. Even before “a lot can happen over coffee” came up, a lot had been happening over chaa-o-chop. It still is)
That day we learnt that it was. good to attend our classes. Not only we learn our lessons well but also that we make places in our teachers’ hearts when we do as we are expected to.
Concluding this piece with my girl’s fb status, “Sometimes a small gesture made by someone in the most unexpected situation can bring a big smile on your face… ”
Take-home message: If you attend TB and Chest wards/OPDs, you may be rewarded with Tea.