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The title is not deceiving at all. Write enough, and for long enough, then eventually, writing really becomes filling up a lot of maverick letters that come with astonishing mood swings. I don't know the joys or sorrows of synaesthesia, but my letter M sure looks like a balding man at times, (somehow I always tend to associate hypertrichosis pinna with this mental imagery too) and a ravishing, well dressed, hat-donning gentleman with a carved cane in another.
And today, upon a chance visit to the Eclampsia Ward in the Obstetrics Dept. of the hospital, my friend and I were in for a little duty, like an affectionate peck on the cheek. Our job? Talk to the patient, elicit an accurate history, and fill up the case sheet accordingly.
And when adventure beckons, can we possibly be left behind? Especially when you know you can come back and spin an elaborate story with exquisite details. Absolutely not!
Originally, we had entered the teeming wards in the hope of finding a morbidly obese pregnant woman with complications we knew had been admitted. The woman we were now assigned to had been previously diagnosed with PIHTN or Pregnancy Induced HyperTensioN, She lay there slumped, a heap on the bed, with a family member dutifully standing by her side.
After preliminary introductions, we dived into her story. We took all her relevant medical details, which she dutifully answered. We filled up the case sheet feeling all important, after all, we were becoming a part of the hospital records' history! ( all hospitals maintain in patient records for at least a year for medico-legal purposes, after which they are shredded.)
Our patient was already a mother of two little girls 10 and 7 years old, and was in the ninth month of her third pregnancy when she stopped perceiving foetal movements 2 days ago. Her baby, almost due delivery, had stopped kicking about in her uterus. Worried, she visited the hospital yesterday, only to tragically deliver a still born today.
To go through such a physiologically and psychologically grueling experience as pregnancy, only to end in tragedy. Her hopes and prayers for a little one, an alive and kicking bundle of joy, only to be darkened by the shadow of death. How does she bear it? She is an incredibly brave woman. May God give her the strength to get through this.
The title is not deceiving at all. Write enough, and for long enough, then eventually, writing really becomes filling up a lot of maverick letters that come with astonishing mood swings. I don't know the joys or sorrows of synaesthesia, but my letter M sure looks like a balding man at times, (somehow I always tend to associate hypertrichosis pinna with this mental imagery too) and a ravishing, well dressed, hat-donning gentleman with a carved cane in another.
And today, upon a chance visit to the Eclampsia Ward in the Obstetrics Dept. of the hospital, my friend and I were in for a little duty, like an affectionate peck on the cheek. Our job? Talk to the patient, elicit an accurate history, and fill up the case sheet accordingly.
And when adventure beckons, can we possibly be left behind? Especially when you know you can come back and spin an elaborate story with exquisite details. Absolutely not!
Originally, we had entered the teeming wards in the hope of finding a morbidly obese pregnant woman with complications we knew had been admitted. The woman we were now assigned to had been previously diagnosed with PIHTN or Pregnancy Induced HyperTensioN, She lay there slumped, a heap on the bed, with a family member dutifully standing by her side.
After preliminary introductions, we dived into her story. We took all her relevant medical details, which she dutifully answered. We filled up the case sheet feeling all important, after all, we were becoming a part of the hospital records' history! ( all hospitals maintain in patient records for at least a year for medico-legal purposes, after which they are shredded.)
Our patient was already a mother of two little girls 10 and 7 years old, and was in the ninth month of her third pregnancy when she stopped perceiving foetal movements 2 days ago. Her baby, almost due delivery, had stopped kicking about in her uterus. Worried, she visited the hospital yesterday, only to tragically deliver a still born today.
To go through such a physiologically and psychologically grueling experience as pregnancy, only to end in tragedy. Her hopes and prayers for a little one, an alive and kicking bundle of joy, only to be darkened by the shadow of death. How does she bear it? She is an incredibly brave woman. May God give her the strength to get through this.
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