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![]() Ranjana SrivastavaThe Guardian |
The last patient on my rounds is elderly, cognitively impaired and wonderfully complimentary. The nurse is dedicated. Dutiful interns like mine go...
Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and...
I waited until I was 15 years old to have my first major disagreement with my physicist dad. We were living in India, and I had just been elected (...
“I hope you’re not going to do something like this,” warns my son on his way to attend a surprise 18th party courageously arranged by his friend’s...
“Please see this patient for an urgent second opinion,” pleaded the letter on my desk. But when I read the referral, it became clear that the...
“Now I am crying because you are sitting there.” “I am sorry,” I say, preparing to jump up. “No, please stay!” This is our first meeting....
At my medical graduation over 25 years ago, the earnest guest speaker made us promise we would get ourselves a GP. All 160 of us humoured him,...
“Your ankle has hurt for months, what brought you in today?” “It’s quiet on Sundays.” The instant dismay of seeing a well person in emergency is...
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing....
“I feel fine,” she says, brushing the crumbs off her top. “What’s the fuss for?” I have dashed to my patient’s bedside after being...
Last week, I met a young man with cerebral palsy, hospitalised with an infection. Not capable of speaking, he lay quietly in his bed. Although he...
“I like you, that’s why I come here. You talk nicely.” She flatters me, but my patient’s warm words are cold comfort. This is her 14th...