MEDICO

EPISODE 4 A man walks, into the emergency room one sunny Sunday afternoon. He speaks, to one of the nurses ‘Please, can I see a doctor?’ The nurse looks up briefly from her charting, and after giving him one all-over look, she decides that this man, isn’t critical. Do you have a file in this hospital? He looks at her, desperation on his face ‘…what? Oh no, I don’t. This is my first time here, but I need to see a doctor.’ He pauses as he tries to read the look on her face; then says: ‘Its urgent’ The sister sighs. ‘Here, I get to decide what is urgent.’ ‘Please go over to that section by your right and get a file. The doctor has to write in a case note.’ ‘I’m telling you…’ his voice trailed into the background as the nurse continues her charting. She is about to clock out, and isn’t about to let this man be a stumbling block. No way. ********************************...

  The Struggles of a Young Resident Doctor   CHAPTER 1. When Raymond was a young child of about 6 years of age, all he had wished for was to have a large, spacey office; with cushioned chairs, a fridge (or deep freezer, in his imagination), a spin chair and an air conditioning system that could freeze the teeth. 10 years later, his aspiration had changed. It had been sudden, abrupt and right on the heels of a painful demise- that of his father; to a road traffic accident. His banker father, a saintly driver, had his car run into by a 22year old drunk, music blasting driver. On seeing the damage he’d caused, the young chap had fled rapidly from the scene. It was 9pm. It was a lonely route. His father could not have made it, not with the level of apathy with which emergency medicine was practiced in the country of Raymond’s birth; Nigeria. No air conditioning system would have been strong enough to freeze his father’s flowing blood, or to save it up in th...