Under the Surgeon's Knife

Ever since I stepped into the Patna Medical College in 2005, to be precise, on 1^st Aug 2005, I always dreamt of something. I had always dreamt of an operation theatre in which a person is standing wearing green gown with a green cap on his head and the disposable gloves covering the fingers uptill where it suddenly vanished into the green sleeves of the gown. A few other persons are also standing here and there in the O.T. who play the all important role of O.T. assistants. I said their role an all important one for they are the surgeon’s hand apart from the two the god has already given him, for he needs more than two hands while cutting out the diseased portion and also some non-diseased healthy tissue.

In my dream, there is one more person lying haplessly, pathetically with the lights focused on his abdomen in front of the surgeon on the operation table consigning himself to the mercy of the surgeon, telling him do whatever you want to do with my body, it is all yours, play with it or cut it into pieces, I don’t really care, for I will be unconscious, done by your partner standing just at the side of my head with injections, masks and cuffs in his hand. Loads of fluids have already flown in the veins of the pathetic character and somebody comes and put some more liquid as antibiotics, sedatives, anti-emetics etc. inside the already placed cannula put inside the vein over his forearm.

Finally the man is unconscious and the surgeon becomes ready with a knife in his hand. He incises the abdomen already shaved, cleaned, draped, and sterilized and opens up the abdominal cavity where the human body puts in all its wealth apart from heart, lungs and brain. I said ‘all its wealth’ because only ‘health is wealth’. The surgeon plays with the long unending shining white loops which these bloody inhumane characters call intestine. He plays with everything he sees inside the window created by him in the form of an incision. Finally when he is all done with his playing and bored, he again seals the window and the anesthetist again puts a few injections and revives the misfortunate man into consciousness. He is assured by the surgeon that he will be alright in one week and will be able to do all his work after that though what follows till one week after is a terrible, awful period of pain.

This was a dream I have always seen in front of my eyes. In my dream the man as the surgeon was me and the operation theatre belonged to me only. Yes, I have always dreamt of being surgeon for he is one who surely cures diseases without giving any empirical therapy as do the physicians. Such a nice dream, NO? YES! It is.

It is hard mate! It is really hard to see your dream coming true with a few exceptions as they came in my case. The operation theatre was not that I own and I was not in the place of the surgeon rather I was the pathetic character lying down on the operation table haplessly.

Yes! I have been operated for umbilical hernia that was diagnosed by me myself. Doesn’t it sound interesting to diagnose your own ailment? Presently, I am gaining health at my residence with still some liquids as antibiotics being poured into my ever consuming veins. I feel for my veins. They have always been circulating the blood inside me and now how much they are paying s much of extra liquid being given to them to circulate!

It is getting hard to pass my time lying idly in the bed. I have already finished “The 3 Mistakes of My Life” by Chetan Bhagat and thinking of reading some more stuff. Maybe, I’ll be writing something on these also. Maybe, I’ll be writing yet another story and when I do it I’ll surely put it on my blog, a few plots are coming in my mind. Hope, I’ll be able to do some productive works in this horridly painful time for me. Hoping for your wishes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!