By Gideon Mutai
Some days are long and some short. Some are uneventful and some irksome. Today was such as latter. I woke up early to do pre-rounds hopeful that the consultant would come. Thursdays are usually a clinic day for Paediatrics.
It was one of the days when we had a very sick child. We usually pay close attention to such and have an astute plan in place. Close monitoring takes the day. The child’s parents heard through the wind that the consultant would be coming at 8 am. Eight am came and passed. At one, he had not come yet.
Some days you are appreciated and some not. Today was such as the latter. The parents decided to be restless. It is understandable when you become sick with your child to show solidarity forever or what do you think? They stood with the child which is commendable.
In place was the epitome of management. Hourly vital signs. Strongest of antibiotics had been administered. A student, a nurse and a medical officer in consultation were all assigned to that one patient.
“…no doctor has seen my child…” ranted the father. “We would rather go to another facility.” They insisted. Who am I to say no when the best comes to the worst? That made my afternoon one of writing a discharge summary and a referral note. Deep in my heart I knew we had done our best. The child had not even completed 12 hours since admission.
I have learnt that doctors should be magicians. They should be touching patients the way Jesus did and fever goes away. They should like Paul lay hands on the sick and diarrhoea stops. Maybe it should be introduced in all medical disciplines how to work miracles.
In a bid to end my day well, I remembered that I am a long serving member of Chama cha Chapati (CCC). Of late I have been snacking at meal times. I decided to make chapati today. If your memory serves you well, the last time I made chapati remains an historical day. I had all the ingredients. And the will too.
Let’s skip the preliminary stages of preparation because we all know that. The rolling time came and the shapes I was making is a topic for another day. In the process, I hit the salt shaker then I remembered I had not added salt to dough. I also recalled that sugar was missing. Thence was the path of least resistance. The prognosis of chapos wasn’t good but as doctors we always cling to the adage, the end justifies the means.
Chapos were baptized through fire and they came out strong, but fragile. They would break into several pieces like the unleavened bread. Minji Minji in appearance and inviting. Yellow in colour, thanks to turmeric but tasteless. I invited my colleague Dr. Nyongesa to have fellowship with me and partake of the unleavened bread. I will be doing such in remembrance of ungrateful patients till such a time as I will be laid to rest in grave.