Doctor... Doctors....

You know when you are in the hospital; you can really see different faces of doctors. Il show you some of those faces:

1. Inside the ENT room:

Doctor: Listen to me (in a demanding voice). Will you listen to me? (more forceful voice)

As he was talking to an elderly woman who accompanied her grandson who accordingly did not bring the CT scan result because she thought that the doctors comment and referral was enough for the procedure to be done to her grandson.

Woman: I never though that it will be important. I thought that paper is enough. Said it in a low voice and coyly.

Doctor: Madam, I don’t care about that paper. You know what is CT scan? That is the map of your grandson brain. You know that? So, you better get it.

Why cant you not just say it in a nice manner? I thought you are different from the other doctor inside the clinic. He has also his bad side, hehe.

2. Inside the ENT room:

While my mother was secreting phlegm on her tracheo, she had difficulty in breathing because her last suction was still in the morning before we went to the hospital.

Doctor: remove the cannula. (ordering us)

My sister: How is it done doc?

Doctor: What? You were already discharged and about to remove the tracheo yet you do not know to remove the cannula?

Walking past us and twist the supposedly cannula from my mother's tracheo tube and took it off.

Doc, we did not know about it, and most probably you wont know it if you are also not an ENT doctor. Only doctors clean her tracheo tube and never had they instructed us how to do it. You cannot blame us. How dare you! (*nicely said).

In fairness to doctors, Ive seen the most compassionate doctor in the face of one of my mother's attending physicians. Everytime we asked her on the situation and prognosis of my mother, she explained to us everything and she will provide us with options. She even cared why she saw only several faces attending my mother and our expenses that might be incurred when she learned that only two of us are supporting my mother's medication. She had that compassion in the eyes attending my mother.
When we were in the OPD for the removal of NGT and tracheo tube of my mother, she met my sister in the lobby and asked how was our mother. She told my sister that she went back to the room where my mother was in but we left already that day. She just extended her warm regards to her. Thank you Doctor Narisma!