40 years ago when I put up my board, this area was much
undeveloped to say the least. Full of swamps, with agricultural fields in
between, with no pukka roads laid, connectivity with the city was two busses,
which plied twice a day. Mosquitoes were ubiquitous with an invasion at night
fall. And there I was with an open door leading to the road sitting and waiting
for the patients. Occasionally, however, I used to get busy and when BR visited
me all in a panic that forenoon it was one such occasion.
He pushed his way through, and said, ‘doctor, my wife is
unable to breathe, please hurry and come with me’. How long she has been ill’ I
asked. Since three days she is worse, she has asthma, and her medicines are not
working’ he answered.
Asthma and Bangalore city have been great friends and
continue to be so. In those days it was even worse, the whole area of nearly
two to three square KMs, slated for development of an extension was full of
parthenium weed. The abundant spore producing parthenium was one most important
cause of allergic rhinitis and asthma. Over the years buildings came up all
over and this noxious weed disappeared and the incidence of asthma came down.
It is very much present on the outskirts of the city and doctors practicing in
the periphery of the city must be seeing quite a bit of asthma cases even now.
Coming back to BR, I said,’ if she has been having this for three
days, it can’t be an emergency, I will come with you after seeing these
patients’ He did not take kindly to this, he said, ‘no, no, it is serious, she
will die if you don’t come, my home is just across the street’
Seeing his panic and my reluctance to leave the waiting
patients and go with him, one of the patients told, doctor you go with him. We will
wait’
I had no option but to go with him. I took my black foldable
bag which had all the emergency aids and went out with him, He had no vehicle
with him and as it was a short distance we walked, he carrying my bag and
virtually running, and I following him. Across the street we went but he would
not stop, his across the street was not just across but across many streets! When
asked where the house is, he pointed in the general direction and said there.
No point in asking this man. Better go and face the problem when we get there I
thought, after walking nearly a km we reached that single storied small bungalow.
Both the gate and the front door were open, we went in heading straight to
where the patient was, half sitting and half reclined.
Mrs J was then a young woman of 25, recently married, new to
the city, was in real trouble. One look at her, I realized that BR was not
exaggerating when he said it was an emergency. She could hardly breathe, with a
cyanotic tinge, perspiring all over. There was no need or time for any detailed
check. Subcutaneous adrenaline was the drug of choice and I gave her this and
followed it up with IV deriphylline and decadron. Her breathing eased, but she
became nauseous and even before BR getting a basin to hold the vomit she
brought out all her breakfast on to my shirt front. This happened as I was
keenly watching her recovery and did not with draw quickly enough to escape the
spray.
It was not an uncommon side show of using adrenaline. I took
off the soaked shirt and vest and sat watching her recovery. Within the next
ten minutes, like miracle she was normal, and wanted to make tea for me!
Where was BR? He had disappeared with my clothes. He returned
after a few minutes with a new shirt of his. Different color, different make
and size. I had no options but to put it on and return to my waiting patients.
BR came with me carrying the bag despite my telling him not to.
On reaching the clinic, one patient asked me,’ doc do your
patients give you a shirt also when you make a house call? I had no patience to
explain or appreciate his humor. I must have given him a dirty look, to make
him keep quiet.
That night after the evening clinic, I dropped in to see
her. She was perfectly normal, and gave me a paper bag which had my clothes
neatly washed and ironed
The friend ship that began that day has lasted even to this
day.
2 comments:
Thank you for sharing this wonderful story, Doctor - until now I had heard it only in bits and pieces, albeit from BR himself ! Happy to report that both versions do reconcile nicely :-)
So interesting to hear how some lifelong friendships actually began !
Best wishes, RR.
I especially enjoyed your post on pesticide induced Parkinson Disease, Sir. It was very insightful.
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