50th

this is my fiftieth post.
ive been bloggin quite alot lately.
i enjoy writing.
it was another hectic day at work.
im happy to have some understanding with the bed doctors now.
this dr.prakash is really freindly and we give alot of cover to each other.
if im post-call i can leave and if he's post call i make sure he leaves as soon as possible.finally posted with a responsible doctor after a long time.
not a shunter and im satisfied when he's around with the patients.
so we have this patient in our ward.he's from central prison and ethopian in origin,
he's serving term for drug smuggling.
he came with stroke(falij-layman term) of rite side of the body,
so for the first few days of his arrival we were even feeding him and giving him medicines,a task usually performed by the attendant.but as he had none we were doin it and knowin he's a stroke patient and wont be able to do it himself,first he had nasogastric tube past through his nose into his stomach and we were givin him juices and milk with medicines throught it.now slowly he has progressed and very concious.he's takin juices with his other hand now,before he was too drowsy and even unable to use his left hand properly,but thank god he's improved.
when he came here he ws in stupor and because we couldnt understand his language it was very difficult to understand,and superimposed on that was his slurred speech due to stroke.so if he needs anythin now he raises his hand,we go to him and ask leading questions like wot do u want?do u want juice?do u want to change posture?and stuff like that,the other day he called me and asked for somthin from the table besides him.i tried to ask him in thousand questions wot he wants,he was fumbling somethin like maaaaanaa..so i somthin struck me and i asked him "marijuana"?and he looked at me with such piercing eyes and shook his head sayin no!ooops then i realized wot i did,marijuana mite hv been the reason why he was in jail and i precipitated the fact by askin him,just like accusing him,oh i feel so bad but by god i didnt mean it.i did try to explain to him that i just asked him because of the sound he made resembled that of marijuana,nothing personal.he was alrite,poor him,think he had no choice.i still feel so so so bad.
rest is fine.im doing great after my last sip of evening tea.
TEA EMPOWERS ME!