Caterpillars and Butterflies

                                                               

                                                                  Caterpillars 
                                                              A patients disgust!

I like doctors no better than I like caterpillars and cockroaches.  Now don’t give me that supercilious 'you-better-realize-they-are-angels-in-disguise' look. I know they aren't all creeps. Nevertheless they give me creeps. They may be angels in disguise but they do disgust. All that they dispel  is stinking pills and pricking needles. I say why not have an apple a day and keep them away?

Even a caterpillar would turn in to a beautiful butterfly someday. But once a doctor, always a doctor. I guess one has to undergo a reverse metamorphosis to become a doctor. They have to shed away their primals like fear, anxiety, love, hurt, anger and grief to become one of those mask faced maestros.  I mean, I can never pull out a straight face and say "I'm sorry. we did our best but we lost your child". They are empathetic, but not sympathetic. They never stand in our shoes. They understand our pain, but they never feel it. How did they become so godamn mechanical? O yea! I get it. They aren't human. They are Angels-in-disguise. Wire rimmed spectacled, starch pressed dressed, well combed-oily haired, Honey coated-artificially smiled angels-in-disguise.

Forget about mourning on someone's death day, they have no idea how to rejoice on their own birthday. I pity the doctors. They save many lives but they have no "life" in their own life. They need a heeling as badly as their patients do.

                                                               

                                                               Butterflies 
                                                       A doctors anguish!

Hospitals stink. But so does the patients. They are PATIENTS but they lack PATIENCE. No one in their sane mind likes to pay a visit to a hospital except a doctor. For us, it's like home. Hospitals ooze negative vibes. They are dump yards of emotions. They are the cocoons spun with  Pain, anxiety, anticipation, fear and hurt. They womb  a Patient creeping on his fours until he comes out with flying colors.

The struggle ends here. Either the person rests in peace forever or he renervates and rejuvenates. When we save them, we are deemed gods. When we fail we are blood suckers. But we are neither Demi-gods, nor demons. we are HUMANS. we are just one among the lot. Nothing more, nothing less. We work with precision not perception. We understand your pain but we can't stand your pain. And that is why we work to fix it.

Yes! we know that it hurts when we sting those needles. We prefer not to showcase it on our face. Not after the millions and trillions of pricks we witness each day.  What are we here for if not to inject life in a dying person? What are we here for if not to draw out the disease and vial it for the labs?

Won't a tumbling toddler believe his mom when she says "Its-alrite. you-are-fine"? we tell the same to a whining patient and he calls us liars. And guess what the mamma's reward us with?  "Eat your food or else the doc gives you a shot".  Why threaten your children with the shots? why tell them the needles are bad? Why don’t we grow up before we bring them up? Why don’t we trust our doc before we hopelessly give up?