Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Congratulations!
One two buckle my shoe.. 
Just what do you say when a friend effectively ask for your opinion about regional anaesthesia? Spinal or epidural? Yes or no? Red or green?
I never thought I would be lost for words when it comes to a friend instead of usual Caucasian patients.
Is it because I wasn’t in my bluescrubs that words came out disorderly, careless, clumsy and unprepared? I was sounding more like Naj than Dr. Ahmad, when the questions were thrown at me at 7 am in the morning. I was caught off guard.
Enough about my cortical malfunction secondary to slow rebooting, the main thing is, a healthy baby girl AZMAREA AZLAN was born today at 10:04 at St.Thomas’s hospital London via caesarean section. Congratulations Azmarea’s mum and dad. Marisa and Alan.
Looking back, at that very moment I was myself waiting for a baby who later was named Katie to be born through a bikini incision, another clever invention called caesarean section. I couldn’t help but feeling slightly nervous, and today’s spinal was slightly special than the many spinals I’ve done.
I was, my friend, thinking about you as I put the Sprotte needle in that 17 year old girl’s lumbar vertebral space. As I injected the 0.5% heavy bupivacaine in, which was about 09:45, I was hoping that yours was going as smooth as I hoped it would be. She said ‘Is that it? All done? ‘Yes’ I said. I smiled and I prayed silently.
The one look that I have grown to be familiar with was the look on the husband or the partner as he comes in to join his half paralysed woman, with a bump she can no longer feel. Helpless, worried, scared shitless. I could almost smell it.
Of course as I watched the monitor, even without looking at the woman, I know I do not need to give any atropine or glycopyrolate, because a simple kiss on the forehead and a gentle squeeze of those fingers, frantic for comfort, was all that she needed to bring the heart rate down to 70 from 140.
That’s the magic of a touch by the one you want to be touched by, the one you want to have by your side at times like this, without whom you’d probably not be in that situation to start with! Heheheheh.
So guys, enjoy your bundle of joy and sorry I couldn’t do more than a few jumbled words, which I hope translated to YES , HAVE IT.GO FOR IT! Happy born-day AZMAREA. Alhamdulillah.
p/s: I heard about the rather delicious male anaesthetist. Didn’t I warn you that they only choose good looking ones to do anaesthetics? ( to have that calming effect of course) I know..don’t stick any tongue out please, it’s rather rude. hehehhe
Just what do you say when a friend effectively ask for your opinion about regional anaesthesia? Spinal or epidural? Yes or no? Red or green?
I never thought I would be lost for words when it comes to a friend instead of usual Caucasian patients.
Is it because I wasn’t in my bluescrubs that words came out disorderly, careless, clumsy and unprepared? I was sounding more like Naj than Dr. Ahmad, when the questions were thrown at me at 7 am in the morning. I was caught off guard.
Enough about my cortical malfunction secondary to slow rebooting, the main thing is, a healthy baby girl AZMAREA AZLAN was born today at 10:04 at St.Thomas’s hospital London via caesarean section. Congratulations Azmarea’s mum and dad. Marisa and Alan.
Looking back, at that very moment I was myself waiting for a baby who later was named Katie to be born through a bikini incision, another clever invention called caesarean section. I couldn’t help but feeling slightly nervous, and today’s spinal was slightly special than the many spinals I’ve done.
I was, my friend, thinking about you as I put the Sprotte needle in that 17 year old girl’s lumbar vertebral space. As I injected the 0.5% heavy bupivacaine in, which was about 09:45, I was hoping that yours was going as smooth as I hoped it would be. She said ‘Is that it? All done? ‘Yes’ I said. I smiled and I prayed silently.
The one look that I have grown to be familiar with was the look on the husband or the partner as he comes in to join his half paralysed woman, with a bump she can no longer feel. Helpless, worried, scared shitless. I could almost smell it.
Of course as I watched the monitor, even without looking at the woman, I know I do not need to give any atropine or glycopyrolate, because a simple kiss on the forehead and a gentle squeeze of those fingers, frantic for comfort, was all that she needed to bring the heart rate down to 70 from 140.
That’s the magic of a touch by the one you want to be touched by, the one you want to have by your side at times like this, without whom you’d probably not be in that situation to start with! Heheheheh.
So guys, enjoy your bundle of joy and sorry I couldn’t do more than a few jumbled words, which I hope translated to YES , HAVE IT.GO FOR IT! Happy born-day AZMAREA. Alhamdulillah.
p/s: I heard about the rather delicious male anaesthetist. Didn’t I warn you that they only choose good looking ones to do anaesthetics? ( to have that calming effect of course) I know..don’t stick any tongue out please, it’s rather rude. hehehhe
