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Opening confrontation with blood

29th December ’10

blood Pictures, Images and Photos

I’m a first year student – a newborn in the world of medicine. From the complexities of control mechanisms of the body to the mind-boggling biochemical garble to the vivid intricacies of human body to the scintillating art of living tissue to the transition of a mere cell into a balking neonate – I have to learn all, so someday when I’m wise enough, I could heal with no hesitation.

The first hurdle that is to be passed in this process of learning is none other than blood: the red water that is the basic living component of human body.

The first practical in Physiology, the study of functions of body, was blood sampling by pricking method and venous sampling method. Students at random were called out to the front so that methods could be demonstrated on them for all to see; we huddled around the selected ones and watched in trepidation.

The first guy, who was having his finger pricked for blood, was hailed with cries of “Khoon! Murder!” by the apprehensive students – lots of laughter – but I believe it was just an attempt to lessen our fears of the red substance.

However, it was strange to find that when blood was drawn out – I did not feel squeamish or nauseous or frightened. If there was any fear, lurking in the sub-conscious, it was dispelled.

I guess this is how it works: we are confronted with blood early to harness resilience for future purposes – and, of course, so that we may learn how to draw blood with an actual patient without fumbling and blubbering.

Next week students would be divided in pairs so that we may practice on each other.

I hope I don’t puncture any vein. *Fingers crossed*

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Originally intended to be published on 29th December ’10, but as with the previous post couldn’t publish due to net problems.

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First day at LUMHS: Origin of a new fear

28th December ’10

Suddenly, long bone became long not because it was long, just that it had a shaft and two ends. Suddenly, small bone became small not because it was small, just that it didn’t have a shaft and two ends.

First day at university was foremost in shattering these pre-conceived ideas; one could feel overwhelmed by this scattering of ideas – however, it was strangely exhilarating: this deviation from the normal course of our thinking.

Because not all are privileged to comprehend the true workings of human body; this exclusive privilege lies solely with those who toil hard on medical minutiae.

And this feeling, though elating, is also the origin: of a new deep-rooted fear – that when we indulge this knowledge, one day we would be also expected to use it. And, when time comes to employ this knowledge, the question arises – what if I could not fulfill the absolute trust put into my skill by the vulnerable patient?
Frightening as the thought is, there is one bright aspect of it all.
It would be a few years before I treat actual patients. And, hopefully I could amass enough knowledge by then.

Hopefully.

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Originally intended to be published on 28th December ’10, but due to some net problems, I was unable to do so.

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