Fatal attraction in a medical school:
Will you marry me?
The young intern asked the young surgery PG the night of the farewell party to the group of house surgeons who had completed their surgery posting.
What?
Will you marry me?
The PG was embarrassed beyond words. It is the same PG who took special care of that intern among many others during her surgery posting. Both of them spent hours together during and after duty hours inside and outside the hospital premises, exchanged greeting cards and showered each other with small gifts. They felt good in each other's presence. This new found romance was all exciting for both of them. They started going for the movies choosing the last row corner seats. Factually they did not know the name of the movie beforehand or the language in which it was made. They did know these details even after the movie. Actually such movies are made for such audiences. Even motor cycles are made for such love birds compared to scooters. The single seat for two on motor cycles is a perfect setting for intense and jerky romance from closed quarters while on the move. Girls soon learn to whisper sweet nothings into the right ear for sometime and then the left ear while in motion. And these mobikes made sure that it is a one way conversation. The boy can only listen, while in motion and cannot talk back. And his back is well protected from wind and rain and well cushioned for comfort during driving. While the bike manufacturers are singularly partial to the fairer sex sitting behind while the unfair sex riding the bike often wished that his front should be his back and vice versa. With a vengeance he will try to justice to his neglected front once the ride is over.
The PG did not know what to say. He tried to say something but it was all noisy and the girl could not make out what was said. Even the boy did not make out what he said. The internship is over for the girl the next day and it is time to pack up and go home to her parents nestled in Nilgiris missing her sorely for the past 5 and odd years. Once home the girl started missing her college and hospital.
And the new batch of interns arrived. Lots of pretty women. Different perfumes this time. And different choice of restaurants. The bikes remained the same and can only be driven with face facing forward with his back facing backward and someone's forward. The two-point discrimination on someone's back is not as good as front neurologically and otherwise. And soon it's post-duty chit chat, past mid-night ragi malt in the hospital coffee shop progressing soon to the nameless and languageless movies. And soon the internship is over with the PG trying to avoid listening to those final words lost in the din.
Is he wrong in being over friendly with those interns who smelled like jasmines and felt like roses? It is his dedication to his work that attracted these damsels to him. He taught them how to suture painstakingly, apply wound dressings artistically and for that matter inspired many of them to take up surgery as a career but in the process did a lot of damage to those tender hearts and eventually did a lot of damage to his own heart.
This story is not new in medical school. Good and hard-working PGs attract good and hard working interns towards them. But sadly that attraction does not just stop with academics. And if that PG is good in many other things other than medicine ( that will usually be the case) the attraction becomes fatal at times. And this fatal attraction continues all through his surgical career. As he becomes older, the other party becomes younger and may spill from the medical to para-medical and sometimes non-medical categories.
Good humans attract people towards them more so in the medical profession. And many a time these good humans cannot draw a line. Medical schools do not teach anyone how to draw a line or where to draw a line. Actually many do not bother about these lines. The issue of crossing the line comes where there are lines.
But sadly this fatal attraction is really fatal at times to both parties. And often more than one party. And it keep hounding all the parties involved for life.
Moral of the story : Be a sincere and hard working PG and keep teaching pretty house surgeons how to insert sub-cuticular sutures and apply scrotal bandages. And do not hurt their hearts or get your heart hurted. The unstable angina never really goes away..
Fatal attraction in a medical school:
Will you marry me?
The young intern asked the young surgery PG the night of the farewell party to the group of house surgeons who had completed their surgery posting.
What?
Will you marry me?
The PG was embarrassed beyond words. It is the same PG who took special care of that intern among many others during her surgery posting. Both of them spent hours together during and after duty hours inside and outside the hospital premises, exchanged greeting cards and showered each other with small gifts. They felt good in each other's presence. This new found romance was all exciting for both of them. They started going for the movies choosing the last row corner seats. Factually they did not know the name of the movie beforehand or the language in which it was made. They did know these details even after the movie. Actually such movies are made for such audiences. Even motor cycles are made for such love birds compared to scooters. The single seat for two on motor cycles is a perfect setting for intense and jerky romance from closed quarters while on the move. Girls soon learn to whisper sweet nothings into the right ear for sometime and then the left ear while in motion. And these mobikes made sure that it is a one way conversation. The boy can only listen, while in motion and cannot talk back. And his back is well protected from wind and rain and well cushioned for comfort during driving. While the bike manufacturers are singularly partial to the fairer sex sitting behind while the unfair sex riding the bike often wished that his front should be his back and vice versa. With a vengeance he will try to justice to his neglected front once the ride is over.
The PG did not know what to say. He tried to say something but it was all noisy and the girl could not make out what was said. Even the boy did not make out what he said. The internship is over for the girl the next day and it is time to pack up and go home to her parents nestled in Nilgiris missing her sorely for the past 5 and odd years. Once home the girl started missing her college and hospital.
And the new batch of interns arrived. Lots of pretty women. Different perfumes this time. And different choice of restaurants. The bikes remained the same and can only be driven with face facing forward with his back facing backward and someone's forward. The two-point discrimination on someone's back is not as good as front neurologically and otherwise. And soon it's post-duty chit chat, past mid-night ragi malt in the hospital coffee shop progressing soon to the nameless and languageless movies. And soon the internship is over with the PG trying to avoid listening to those final words lost in the din.
Is he wrong in being over friendly with those interns who smelled like jasmines and felt like roses? It is his dedication to his work that attracted these damsels to him. He taught them how to suture painstakingly, apply wound dressings artistically and for that matter inspired many of them to take up surgery as a career but in the process did a lot of damage to those tender hearts and eventually did a lot of damage to his own heart.
This story is not new in medical school. Good and hard-working PGs attract good and hard working interns towards them. But sadly that attraction does not just stop with academics. And if that PG is good in many other things other than medicine ( that will usually be the case) the attraction becomes fatal at times. And this fatal attraction continues all through his surgical career. As he becomes older, the other party becomes younger and may spill from the medical to para-medical and sometimes non-medical categories.
Good humans attract people towards them more so in the medical profession. And many a time these good humans cannot draw a line. Medical schools do not teach anyone how to draw a line or where to draw a line. Actually many do not bother about these lines. The issue of crossing the line comes where there are lines.
But sadly this fatal attraction is really fatal at times to both parties. And often more than one party. And it keep hounding all the parties involved for life.
Moral of the story : Be a sincere and hard working PG and keep teaching pretty house surgeons how to insert sub-cuticular sutures and apply scrotal bandages. And do not hurt their hearts or get your heart hurted. The unstable angina never really goes away..
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