A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN ANAESTHESIOLOGIST

I woke up with a jolt and frantically checked my watch. 7.00 am. I heaved a sigh of relief. It was a cold fuzzy November morning in Chandigarh. And a Sunday. And a day where a “normal” person would possibly just bump off again right into that warm cosy bed. As a doctor, I had no such luxury or luck. If fact I had a 12 hour straight shift. In the ICU. I cursed the day I had taken up medicine as a profession. Who knew I would be ruining all Sunday for the rest of my life. It’s like having a baby. Nobody tells you the bad stuff. But, it was all too late. I had sincerely thought about quitting my profession, and opening my dhaba. But I suspected that would fail too. I finally got out of bed and rushed like a lunatic because as usual, I was late.

The colleague, I was relieving was also in a bad mood. Bad moods and anaesthesia. They are like brothers from another mother. Nothing surprising there considering how bad ICU unit gets at night. With 22 critical patients and just one doctor for the entire hospital at night, trust me it was no ball game. I took over as fast as I could and groaned inwardly. Plenty of work pending. In ICU there was always something pending. It was going to be another miserable day. I quickly stabilised the patients as fast as I could. Luckily the staff posted today were efficient. Other days are not so lucky.

I was in the throes of inserting a central venous access for a patient, when the phone rang. The phones are always ringing. That’s not the point. But with that comes the ominous announcement of code blue. Now those who are lucky enough to be unfamiliar with this name would sit back and probably be amused at the choice of the colour blue. Like I said, luck and me had no connection. I had read a quote somewhere “I am so lucky, that if I bought a cemetery; people would stop dying!” I think that had been written by me in some past life.

I ran downstairs to the emergency with my team. They hadn’t bothered telling me what it was. We anaesthesists, aren’t called magicians for nothing. I entered the emergency looking for my adult all around. To my amazement I saw an infant, barely a year old lying motionless on a bed with half a dozen panicky paramedics all around him doing nothing. The first thing I told them is we didn’t have an in house paediatrician so we were all going to jail. It was the fear of a medico legal case. I brushed it aside and rushed to the child and immediately knew. No breathing no pulse and the child was cynosed.

That’s a blue baby for you. I heard someone muttering around me that the kid had fallen into a ditch filled with dirty water. He had drowned and been in water for how long nobody knew. My first instinct however told me that children were resilient by force and I had to try. Screw death.

I started CPR and started instructing everyone around me. By some minor miracle I found an adequate size tube to intubate the infant and inserted it. A gush of muddy water came out the pair of tiny lungs and I handed the bag to a junior to ventilate.

Meanwhile I summoned the family and told them clearly that the child had no pulse and that he might not make it but I will give it my best and they had the full right and liberty to take the infant as we did not have a paediatrician on board. The father was a young construction labourer and on seeing him another problem started nagging me. Irrespective of the outcome, he would have to foot the bill. He looked unlikely to make more than a few thousand rupees per month. Screw the system.

All the paramedics would have to foot his bill. Yes that’s true. But I pushed that thought out as I tried searching frantically for a vein to insert an intravenous access. The CPR and the breaths continued unabated and I was finally able to locate a tiny vein on the foot and start fluids and drugs.

A senior colleague had meanwhile rushed to help and I told her between breaths, the sequence of events. She was smarter and immediately summoned the manager to arrange for an ambulance and to bring him on board. She again summoned the father and took a detailed history as to what exactly happened. She shook her head, which was never a good sign even in medicine. Especially in Medicine. She auscultated the chest, more out of practice than expecting anything and her expressions changed. She held out her hand and asked us to shut up. She had a pulse and we all jumped. Yes, amidst all that circus we had managed to do our job. We had saved a precious life.

The outcome, we could not predict but there as I felt the femoral pulse thumping in that chest, suddenly the long nights, the labour, the urine on us, the sweat, the blood, all made sense. The child jerked. Let the media come now. Ahh, they never will, something good happened. Who wants that in our country? Drum rolls anyone!!

The author, Neetika Sahai, as you would have guessed, is an anaesthesiologist. This was a personal account of a typical day in her life.

Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of The Wonder Women World.

22 Comments

  • Dr Prince Raj

    Beautifully written.kudos to you. Being a pediatric surgeon who deals day in day out with newborn babies I could certainly relate to your blog. So by end of the day saving a baby and seeing relief on the parents face is worth all the trouble which comes with medicine.

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  • Amit

    Bravo!!.. well hats off to your team di..

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  • Dr Lalit

    Great mam.. The beauty and tragedy of our profession so nicely written..

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  • Neha gupta

    I can imagine the sense of relief which ushers with just that tiny pulse first response ..nice write up ..I can see Pathak mam’s effort on factual description here 🙂

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  • Nitika

    Wow….it’s good find a medico I know writing a blog……kudos to you….very well written….👏👏👏

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  • Angela Holkar

    I have worked with you and certainly know how dedicated you are. Fearless and intelligent. I appreciate your endeavor of writing ur heart out.The world needs to know how medicos and their team works. Kudos.

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  • Deepti

    Kudos Neetika!

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  • Neetika

    Thank you all so much .. you are all very very kind . I am so much more motivated .. I wasn’t sure if this is what they wanted .. but I made it a first person account because I wanted the world to perceive the pain we too feel when things don’t go right.. that we are not the money making sharks we are made out to be.. that we feel the pain .. more so than the relatives when we lose a life.. that we feel ..a lot more than we let on

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  • Dr Geetika Jain

    very well written Nitika….kudos !!!!!

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  • Guneet

    Dear Sister,

    #Respect

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  • Neha Sahai

    Wow… I don’t like the hospital… I have never been to one… Literally… Hope it remains that way… But this is scary… Not that I don’t know that you guys are brilliant… But getting a first hand account is an eye opener… And kudos to your writing skills… And yes… You do have an alternate profession waiting for you… Who knows… 🙂

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  • Vidhya Manohar

    Beautifully written and a lovely narration. Kudos, and yes the drums are rolling!!! You will hear the trumpets soon as well.👍 Keep up the work and the journey is on for the all of us.
    The Journey is worth while when you get to see even a single smiling face.
    The media and critics only remind me there is no greater profession than ours….. 😊

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  • Dinesh K M

    Wow !!! Brilliantly written Nitika. It was amazing to know a tiny part of your routine. We would be thrilled to read more of such experiences. Keep going. Kudos

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  • Lakshmi Mitter

    I feel like saying a lot but words fail me. Hats off to you.

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  • DR M K NIZAMODDIN

    Tats the beauty of medical profession..the satisfaction what u get after resuscitation is incomparable to anything…above all u saved a life by the grace of almighty..proud of u Dr Sahai..
    An this will neither ll be understood by the paid media nor the uneducated politicians…

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  • Dr. Roneeta Nandi

    Hey Nitika!…nice write-up…speaks straight to my heart…wonder if it will speak to non-docs…wonder if they have a heart to hear a doc…more power to you, sistah!

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  • Neetika

    Thank you so much .. I am truly overwhelmed ! Yes I will try and continue writing .. more so as I feel it’s an outlet !

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  • Kudos…very heartfelt and honestly narrated. Wel done. Keep writing .

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  • Dr Neeraj

    Mam the way u write has an honesty to it , the entire narration made me smile because of how true each thing u said is . Your doing an amazing job:) and please do write more:).

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  • Debapriya

    This is a wonderful article. Kudos Neetika 😊 You should write more of these for us😃

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  • Vishal

    Amazing. A perfect example of pushing for THE BEST in utmost adversity. Miracles do happen and only few are lucky to see them happen and rare are those who make them happen. Its really a dare to go against all odds and bring back the gone.

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