This week has been busy at the hospital. Most of the house officers have left the ward as their rotations have finished and only five of us are left. Of us five not many are inclined towards working and that leaves me and one of my fellow officers with all the work burden. I have been doing alternate day calls this week and it becomes very tough when one has to deal with all the slime and shit the trainees throw at you.
Power, they say, corrupts. And this stands true for the Pakistani people more than anyone else. My senior colleagues who are hardly one or two year senior than i am sometimes start believing, by virtue of their, modest seniority that that they somehow have gained control over me and try and force orders unto me. And as we know authority of this kind irks me more than anything in this world. But even then i try and maintain a straight face just because this is the Holy moth of Ramadan and I don't want to sour the relationship.
Not all of them are the same but some of them are really wily people. the one i am attached to these days is a real pain in the bottom. She thinks she is too good to be true. And has this unresponsive attitude towards junior doctors that portrays nothing but contempt carried over from her school years. I really dislike working with her but i have no choice.
It becomes very tiring when one has to work more than 100 hours a week and still be standing at the tip of a sword all the time. All this is much more gloomier with no money as stipend pouring into your pocket.
The problem is that i can do nothing to remedy this problem but witness myself being put to one litmus test after another and years of life rushing by. This is not a very elating feeling i tell you!
Power, they say, corrupts. And this stands true for the Pakistani people more than anyone else. My senior colleagues who are hardly one or two year senior than i am sometimes start believing, by virtue of their, modest seniority that that they somehow have gained control over me and try and force orders unto me. And as we know authority of this kind irks me more than anything in this world. But even then i try and maintain a straight face just because this is the Holy moth of Ramadan and I don't want to sour the relationship.
Not all of them are the same but some of them are really wily people. the one i am attached to these days is a real pain in the bottom. She thinks she is too good to be true. And has this unresponsive attitude towards junior doctors that portrays nothing but contempt carried over from her school years. I really dislike working with her but i have no choice.
It becomes very tiring when one has to work more than 100 hours a week and still be standing at the tip of a sword all the time. All this is much more gloomier with no money as stipend pouring into your pocket.
The problem is that i can do nothing to remedy this problem but witness myself being put to one litmus test after another and years of life rushing by. This is not a very elating feeling i tell you!
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