Today I convinced a hypertensive uncle to reduce salt, managed a collapsing BP, and kept a post-op patient calm.
Came back to the hostel feeling like a professional.My roommate was eating kurkure with curd and playing horror reels on full volume.
At 2 a.m.
In the dark.While whispering “mujhe lagta hai kuch hai is room mein.”
Sir, I just did CPR.Please don’t make me now exorcise this room too.
I’ve handled sepsis, trauma, and three relatives shouting in casualty but nothing prepares you for a roommate who steals your steth and forgets where they put your ID.Honestly, I treat patients at work.And roommates at home.Both require empathy. And occasionally, restraint.
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