I was busy looking up bloods when someone in a dark suit stood beside me and asked

“Is this fax machine working?”

“Uhuh. I think so.”

And I continued with my work.

“Do you ever think of suicide?”

“Huh? What?? Eh?”

“Suicide”

“NO. Never.”

“Why? Because you’re pretty? Because you’re intelligent?”

“Eeeeehhh?? No, I just never do. And besides, it’s against my religion.”

“Okay”

What in the world is wrong with this guy? Grim Reaper in a Dark Suit? Later I found out that he’s a doctor from psychiatry…They’re probably a bit strange there. But still, that’s an odd way to make small talk. Anyway, even when I did psych, they taught us to be subtle… ‘do you ever feel like harming yourself.. etc’

I did have day dreams of being a blade of grass, but that’s different.

***

I was left all alone in the wards, the whole afternoon. My reg’s off, my SHO’s covering the rehab in a faraway place and my other SHO is transferred to another team. Before the reg went off, he was a bit mad that no one can cover our team apart from myself and he was calling around, saying that an intern cannot do everything alone. hahah.. he sometimes remind me of my dad. He then continued on saying “Mishra, you’ll die with all the work today” Uhuh. My dad won’t say that I’ll die though.

I didn’t die. I made my ‘pity-me-I’m-all-alone-face’ and yes! got the help I need from another reg. I did get a headache from having nothing to eat apart from an orange the whole day. They ran out of bread in the res.

***

busy day tomorrow.