It was may of 2021 the Indian healthcare was teetering on the verge of collapse due to the brutal 2nd wave ,when a notification popped on my whatssap ” you have being assigned covid duty in the isolation ward for 1 month”. So here i am Dr.SD doing my final rounds of mbbs duty in a city of karnataka and not even close to being the self I aspired to be. I wish to talk to you about the things i learnt in that 1 month , things that moved me, broke me and built me up again .
We were posted in a rural setup of belgaum . The building was in shambles turned into an emergency setup cramped with patients and their relatives.We 3 junior doctors who had just passed our final year exams were given the responsibility of 385 patients.During my 3rd week around 2:00 am one of our patient presented with blood tinged sputum and 76%spo2 levels.We quickly contacted our seniors as experienced things were quickly going to escalate. Mr.bellad started gasping for air and his eyes searching for his wife as doom was at his service. Adorning our ppe kits sister and I started prepping to give i/v drugs , my hands started to shiver as the needle approached his veins. Sister gently patted my back and prompted “running out of time doctor” and “if it is not you then who”. We successfully gave corticosteriods , managed his fever and in time could transfer him to the city hospital. 2 weeks later we were informed about mr. bellad’s demise. I could hear was myself complaining ” what if there were better equipments available, what if I had more years of training “.As a part of healthcare i always knew what i had to deal with but somehow you are never prepared.
All now that remains is a long post on my instagram and the lesson mr. bellad taught me – Only a life lived in service of others is worth living.