LIFE IN ER: EPISODE 1 (THE PAST FUTURE) BY HAMZAT ODUNOLA MARIAM
EPISODE
1
(LIFE IN THE ER: THE PAST
FUTURE)
STORY WRITER: Hamzat Odunola Mariam
EDITED BY: Aderinto ‘Clefic’Adewole a.k.a The Clefnet
Waking up dull and gloomy on a
Monday, of course anyone would expect me to be bright and shiny when the roster
said I had the weekend off but contrarily I have been on duty all through the
weekend. Working in the Emergency Unit (ER) isn’t cut out to be some kind of
easy job. Most of us who work in the ER always have adrenalin secreting which
makes us hyperactive and able to cope with the job.
According to
the roster drawn, I was supposed to have the weekend off, having worked all
week. But since my supposed friend and colleague Dammy, is on maternity leave that
leaves me with the new doctor who was supposed to arrive on Friday but is
nowhere to be found! I was supposed to show him the ropes then get the hell out
but here I am with the four other ER doctors tired but happy.
Morning
round is a very important routine to check on patients and their welfare. So,
flocked by the interns, we approached the bed of an accident victim who was
brought in the day before. The man had lost so much blood that at the time he was
brought in, he was pale and white. Who would have believed that the man had
been on the verge of death yesterday when he was brought in? That’s the pride
of a doctor and what makes us happy. We know that despite all the work and
sleepless night, we are still able to save lives (even though not all).
I can still
vividly remember the first patient I had who died. He was a young undergraduate.
He had been a victim of drunk driving. Coming from a party together with
friends, they were all drunk and had lost control of the car. Dele has he was
called had been the one who sustained the highest degree of injury and had
later died despite all efforts.
That day I
had felt like a failure as a doctor. I wept privately for I kept blaming
myself. But later my conscience set me free for deep down I knew I did all I could
possibly have done as a doctor. Although I don’t blame myself for it anymore, I
still feel a pang of sorrow anytime I remember him.
Next to the
man, was a boy who had broken his arm on a bike. The little boy had attempted
to ride his brother’s bicycle and had fallen down breaking his arm in the
process.
On and on
the patients examination went till I felt the sudden urge to look behind me. The
feeling was so imminent that I just couldn’t resist it.
“What could be making me feel this
way?” I wondered.
I looked up just in time with the Chief
Medical Officer’s arrival with someone beside him. Without been told, I knew
the person beside him was the new doctor. Is this a kind of joke or something?
Walking
right beside the doctor towards me was the last person I expect to see, at least
not in this part of the country.
“Could my morning get any worse?” I
thought to myself as I watch Azuka approach…
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