Happy today...but in August '10 ?

Should definitely call it God's grace and more than that my relative's grace...one experience of how far doctors and hospitals have become ruthless in Bangalore...

It was a cold morning. I was woken up around 5 AM by my wife, who was confirmed carrying that time, to consult a doctor, as she felt some uneasiness. Arranging a taxi was a pain, but our apartment watchmen helped me. I could take her to Bannerghatta Road Apollo Hospitals, that too around 5.45 in the early morning. She was treated with so much of warmth and kindness in the hospital by their Registrar. Though I was a bit tensed when I entered Apollo, as time went up, I became slowly confident. A visibly tired Doctor came to me and said, "Are you alone, dont worry...nothing is wrong". I really thanked her from depth of my heart and proceeded home, only to know in afternoon that my parents have almost reached Hosur to see my wife, since we were alone. Things were good by evening. We were talking like Apollo is the same, where ever you go, and you can rely on it. Nothing serious, My parents left the next morning.

Almost 10 days had passed by.

It was a pleasant evening in office and an important meeting was going on. My wife called me unusually in that time. Could not pick that call up, so I sent a SMS asking what? and she responded urgent...Could easily make out some trouble brewing up and when I called her coming out of the meeting hall, much to the concern of a senior person in team, who was visibly not happy, she told, "Need to go to a Doc". My boss's response was still embarrassing, "Ho u need to go ?", was the reply peeping into the watch.

Travelling from office in Marathahalli to Bommanahalli was a pain in itself and when I reached Apollo, I should say it was my bad luck. Radiologist was not available for scanning. They told me "Sir, pl get a scan done, we will continue the treatment."

That was the time, I entered the world famous certified hospital, as the board claims, which was in the adjacent building. There was so much of warmth and we were directly sent for scan. Scan was done in a moment and there was a young doc, hardly in her late twenties, who was co-ordinating these events. I was so happy that my wife was lucky enough to have a doctor like her in time of need.

Two hours were gone and my wife was stable. Scan report was normal and the staff nurse, who was with us, told me, "Worry vendam sire...unga wife nallayitu"(Mallu slang - Dont worry sir, your wife is fine). I had almost made my mind to discharge her, that the lady doc came smiling to me.

Sir, just I spoke to our On-call consultant Dr.Ch****Patil and she has prescribed all these medicines. There was a paper with 7 injections and 3 more medicines and she added gently, Seems you are alone in Blore. I am admitting her for three days and she will be fine...

Puzzled, I asked, what is the need to admit her, if she is fine. Reply was simple and straight forward "We suspect your wife to abort in maximum of 45 mins." It was like a thunder bolt for me, as many in family including myself were dreaming of a boy to be in hands in March end. I could not digest that, when she added, "We could not identify the cause of uneasiness she is suffering. Even if we give one injection she should be here for 3 days. Dr was kind enough to tell me to administer all injections at one shot"

I thought if at all my wife is a human being or some thing else. Probably the day was when I cried bitterly worse than my Grandpa's death way back in 2001. My colleague who had called to ask what happened, told me the next day that it was so surprising to see me cry :( Deeply disturbed and really without knowing what to do, I should say only wise thing I did was calling my cousin sis who is in Jayanagar. She asked me to discharge my wife and take to her clinic.

I was in a mentality to do whatsoever she asked, so did the same. B/w the lady was smart enough to threaten me, "You need to sign legal documents to get her discharged. You may face legal things later." Fine enough I told and traveled in pouring rain to Jaya Nagar. The travel to "Mayya clinic" was terrible with tension in my mind and to keep things away from my wife too, since she was crying from the moment we left home in evening.

Could not imagine, but my sister didn't give her even a pain killer that night. Good curd rice from her home made us sleep peacefully. Next day morning she came and discharged my wife, without any further medication. When I narrated happenings on previous night, she simply smiled and said, I knew all those stories, since I worked there for sometime. I didn't oblige the senior doctor on threatening people like this, so was asked to leave. My cousin had her training in London, to be apt !

Wanted to write this in blog from long time, but waited for my son's arrival :) Now that he is born, thought of writing this. Never ever believe a Gyneac who is threatening you with lot of medicines - Money has turned them for caring people to devils. Even now couldn't imagine a doctor talking these words...