Life of a medico.. (Part 3)

I wonder why doctors are so quiet?

In this journey, I have learnt many things. Things which made me a different person. I don't enjoy a bus ride without thinking - "what if someone gets sick, do I have enough things to help them or do I say nothing?"

I see a pregnant lady and wonder what her ultrasonography would look like. My mind works in such a way that fit, athletic people make me wonder how easy it would be for me to put an I.V. cannula in their vein (I have asked and the answer has always been a no). I see abstract paintings and only see human organs in them. I guess this is why doctors speak less. There are so many thoughts crossing our minds every minute.

I have been through the tough times of trying to fit in with my non-medico friends. All I would talk about was blood, how I put a needle into somebody's arm and how much fun it was. "Sadist"- they called me. It was funny but only for me. I guess that is why doctors like to keep things to themselves.

The Hippocratic oath and many other rules of our never- ending rule book tell us not to share any details of a patient. When I saw a normal delivery of a baby for the first time, I went through a million emotions. Emotions that I wasn't aware of or even heard of. I was wrong when I thought it would make an interesting dinner table conversation. I guess that is the reason doctors don't share too much. 

I went to a wedding and congratulated the couple. I told them to use protection or get chlamydia, it was a joke. No one laughed. I guess that's why doctors just let their patients speak.

I am so new to this. I shall get there. I shall learn ;)