The Compounder Rather

True Stories | Mar 25, 2012 | 4 min read
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The Compounder Rather

Everyone was holding their nose. All of the beds were packed. One of the Compounders gave me a tool. A man had relieved himself on the floor. The bad smell irritated everyone. It made me so sick to my stomach that I felt faint and was given a bed to adjust with an old epilepsy patient who was already asleep.

Though unable, I laughed uncontrollably when I saw my Big Bro running, the time I asked him for a barf bag. He was caring me during my whole stay in the hospital. The scene he ran really tickled me. I really laughed uncontrollably like a hyena. Nevertheless, I managed to control it myself later. The floor was disgraceful. Moreover,crowded too. My Big Bro shouted at the Hospital Management Section. No sooner, the work was off. Every patient were now able to catch their breathe back.

The hall was silent. In an apple-pie order. It was almost ten in the evening. Next to my bed was a girl of late teens. She was of Mongolian face with fair complexion and was stunningly beautiful. And all the time I pictured my own funny long, thin and unpleasant looking face with a pointed nose and my cheeks looked like they were sunken in. I was a complete gaunt skeletal. I went hot and cold when I knew she was unconscious since eight hours. Her eyes were closed. Her relatives were with tears of no hope to get her back. My Big Bro touched her feet, ‘She is cold', he said. I was appalled.  I knew her death was on the horizon. The so called Doctor came and shook her shouting ‘Sanju!!____Sanju!!!…'. She still laid there with her eyes closed. As he called her name I thought of how sweet her name sounded.
Again the Doctor cried ‘Sanju!!.Sanju!!! ____. But in vain. He hemmed and hawed to say anything about her. But he uttered something finally … ‘still breathing …'. But nobody could awake her. Relatives assisting her, however, were trying to avoid their tears. But could not. I couldn't either. Nor my Big Bro. It was the first time I saw my Big Bro's eyes watered ever. I thought I was in my life's worse moments because it was my life's first time in the hospital and I knew I was going to see an innocent and beautiful girl's life being cruelly snuffed out by the god. Though she was nobody to me the thought of her life's end brought tears into my eyes. I brushed them away leaving dirty streaks on my cheeks___

I wished I were not there. I wished I were blind to see all this cruelty on her. I was like half-mad since I saw her. I could have turned myself into two. I felt as if I had come up out of hell.

I trembled when I saw a nurse, who was on her practical class for NMA, preparing a syringe for me. The doctor wasn't her trainer there. The Compounder rather. She was in her first night for her practical class and it was the first syringe she was using ever. I knew this when I saw the way she holded the syringe. I felt I was scared not just with the syringe but with inconfidience in the person using it. She came near to me. And the Compounder too. I saw her hands trembling. Afraidness on me reached extremity. I closed my eyes. My anus tightened of fear. I stopped breathing____

Oooo_oouuuuuuuu___chhhhhhhhhh_____!!!!!!!. I howled twice when the needle touched my skin. The syringe didn't reach the vein. ‘Sorry Man', I said to myself. I knew this unconfident profession in Health Sector of us has sensed the life in jeopardy not only of mine. But of thousands. This shows lack of civility in Civil Service. Formality rather. They were preparing for the next trail. I turned my head around once. Everybody were stretching their lips on me. I was quite ashamed. ‘Come on Man__don't be a child', I said myself. I promised to myself that I won't haul again. But couldn't___I wished I were a child to cry loudly and freely in my own tone___

Sanju!! Sanju!!! cried the Compounder some moment later. And he shook her body like anything; around the clock, asif he wouldn't stop. To everybody's surprise she opened her eyes slowly. He talked to her unbroken so that she couldn't close her eyes back. ‘Look, I have bought a nice watch for you', he said showing a bandage on her hand. This practical way of treating a patient was really natural. By then, her eyes were wide open. The Compounder was observed more experienced than the doctor. Amazing; superb of him. And this self-trained experience on him was the jewel in the crown of his success. However, the so called doctor was trying to escape his eyes. ‘Certified Doctor!!!!', a pitiful smile left a line on my cheeks.

She looked full of joys of springs after she opened her eyes. Everybody's excitement reached fever pitch. She acted as if she were new to this world. She looked to nobody but to the ceilings of the hospital. Then walls. Slowly turned her head right then, where her eyes found me. My eyes. I thought I was in my life's best moment this time. I found myself nervous to some extent. And was excited to more of it. I waited for her smile with bated breath. And she did. Her smile really threw me off balance. Tears of excitement fell down through cheeks not only of mine but of
everybody out there. Her relatives smiled a smile of hope of getting back to the world again.

I wished I were her own to care her__

Note: This is a kind  of a fiction which is, to some extent a satire to the fact on what/ how our lives used to be treated. Besides, some romantic and humor scenes are meant to extend my writing skills and persuade readers to read more of it. The main theme of the story is to show how corrupt are the Doctors, which has been a big issue in the hospitals of South East Asia. And how Compounders of the hospitals are bound to learn something of Doctor's responsibilities.

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Belinda k Mar 28, 2012

How sad that doctors don'thave the personal experience or even the determination of the compounders. In the US we call them pharmacists and I must say that when it comes to knowing which medications are harmful, how much of them should be administered and

Chanchal Mar 27, 2012

interesting story.......

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