I have been having this idea of dedicating a category for all those inspiring and amusing incidents i came across in the wonderful journey of me being a dentist . The posts in this category ” a doctor’s diary ” are of course on a broader perspective , including stories i have heard from my mother and sister as well ( they are both in the medical profession 🙂 ) . Hope you find them interesting .
Today i want to introduce you to a man from rural part of south India ( that is where my college was ,it still is ). Though diabetes is commonly said to be a rich man’s disease, it can affect the poor man too but for him it can at times come as a blessing 😦 well that is exactly how it was for our protagonist 🙂 . Now, i would also like to bring to your attention that my college due to its remote location,was known for its scarcity of patients and therefore the few who came were practically worshipped and pampered ,thanks to us 🙂
Our third year university exams were fast approaching and model practicals were going on. The day before general medicine practicals, our professor had set up clinical session to show us some cases . That is when i first saw him, he was in his fifties , shabby and dishevelled yet very happy. He was flaunting his foot as if he had just been asked to give an interview . He was our first patient and we were all standing nervously around his bed clutching pens and notebooks to scribble everything sir mentioned, that would come in handy . He just sat there enjoying all the attention his foot gave him 🙂 . Okay now let me show you something
This is a diabetic foot and this was’nt how his foot looked like it was even worse . Would anyone in their right mind go around flaunting feet like these , he did . It was his boon , for people living in the rural India, in not so economically sound regions, earning 1500 rupees per day for nothing (don’t get me wrong , to him it was ) and tips the doctors to be ( that would be us 😉 ) gave was indeed an opportunity they wouldn’t miss . Food was provided too ,free 🙂 . There were treatments of course but he wasn’t willing to be treated even if it was for zero charge 😦 . Our professor informed us that he had been having it for a real long time ,the worse it got , the happier he was . I felt sorry for his ignorance but that was how it was and no amount of health education would change that i suppose.
The only treatment he agreed to was daily dressings and occasionally would get himself admitted. Rest of the two years that i was in college i ran into him a number of times , the same him ,the same neatly dressed foot,walking around .Every time our paths crossed he had a smile on his face , only the satisfaction of recognition can give !!!