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Hello again..

I just couldn’t take it anymore! I had to write it out in my blog and get it over with!!! (mind you, the satisfaction of thousands of people reading my woes, gives a whole new kink into blogging)

So here’s my Prob! I have Yucky Relatives!

Darn those blood suckers! All they want is your blood. You never seem to be alright (or even closely ok) for them. So what you ask? We’ll its just when they want something… Oh the buttering starts.

I mean you have to be an idiot to fall for that butter.. You pretty well know, these people don’t give a damn about you.. Your good as dead to them.. But when they want something done.. Oh they know how to suck!

In a land where the earth on which Doctors walk are worshiped, having a doctor as a relation does have its up sides. Well these blood suckers have been haunting me and draining me ALL WEEK. They hadn’t even been close… But they had searched me although the hospital, and finally surprised me 5 days back.

Trust me, the way they pounced at me I thought somebody was already dead!.. But all it turned out to be was a minor surgical operation in the septum of the nose… Ok, so I look into the patient ( my newly found niece, still unconscious), talk with the ward doctors, everything seems ok.

At lunch I meet up with the newly found relatives and give them the good news ( nothing was bad, so I consider it good news). “She should recover fully in 3 days”, I blabber away.. actually thinking of what would be served for lunch..
So I’m finally convinced, they won’t bother me.. But I WAS SO SO SO SO SO WRONG!

It was some reason or the other. They made a good job hauling me out of my work 3 or 4 times a day. I mean its ok if the patient was critical.. and besides ENT was never my side of medicine. It was either her husband wanted to meet up with me, or her far distant uncle had just drove 800 km just to see her and wanted a rundown on matters from me, or she had farted, or her left eye was smaller than the right, or she wasn’t in the mood for a meal… HOLY COW!!! I mean, you gotta give me a break!

I fled as soon as I could get someone to replace me. I didn’t think twice. Creeps! Why do we put up with them! And I’m making sure she’s left before I even step in that hospital again!

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