Report of 12 Dec 2018
Hello from darkness!
It is 6.43 PM and clearly not Sunday, which was a very busy day. It is still fun to blog.
The week was good - busy. Clinics and inpatient work. And then, before we knew it, the week ended. Kovalam was packed; several patients came by with an accusing "You were gone for 2 weeks." I was not, I was away for a week. This happens when I take off in the time that I am here in India - the patients get upset and I end up perennially having to justify taking off :). My mother-in-law serves as a perfect excuse - "There was a family function in my mother-in-law's house." And then, the patients go, "OHH, your mother-in-law's house." The mother-in-law is queen here.
The lady who is supported by a young man she helped out earlier in his life came to see me. She stated that she was alone and tired of living. After the visit with me, I asked one of the social workers to see her and both of them discussed a residential facility she could go to when she felt she would. It is a charitable institution, I think. Later in the morning, the patient stopped back in my exam room and thanked me elaborately; I had done little, but I suppose for folks who are alone and apparently hopeless, a few folks taking an interest in them does wonders for their morale. The Banyan is full of such folks, though, i.e., those who would perennially do for others.
Scott and I toodled about on the weekend, attending a women's market - and frankly, getting tired of the same wares. Saris, clothing, jewellery, bags, food. Do these truly distinguish us as women? That said, I bought some traditional food from a lady and am enjoying it.
The Banyan was given a handsome grant towards our corpus by the Hans Foundation. We marked the occasion at a local upscale hotel, kindly sponsored by another corporate friend. It was nice to share the day with those who believe in us - Hans, Grand Challenges Canada, other donors and friends. The meal was spectacular, Scott and I snarfed it down and headed to the annual pantomime. It was fun, and featured a few friends of Naren's.
I am now job-hunting. My former private practice site - a fun place with fine bosses - is currently devoted to orthopedics and OB/GYN, I am neither. I do have a house calls practice that I do and - wanting a hospital environment - I have gone to various hospitals. This process in India is very unique: one has to wait for someone who can "put in a word for you," i.e., urge the authorities to consider you. All of it is new to me and I am simply taking each day as it comes. Sometimes, the employers say nothing and then the mystery continues. But so does work at the Banyan, so it's all good.
We spoke to both boys and I spoke to my father. That was nice.
Unw -
R
It is 6.43 PM and clearly not Sunday, which was a very busy day. It is still fun to blog.
The week was good - busy. Clinics and inpatient work. And then, before we knew it, the week ended. Kovalam was packed; several patients came by with an accusing "You were gone for 2 weeks." I was not, I was away for a week. This happens when I take off in the time that I am here in India - the patients get upset and I end up perennially having to justify taking off :). My mother-in-law serves as a perfect excuse - "There was a family function in my mother-in-law's house." And then, the patients go, "OHH, your mother-in-law's house." The mother-in-law is queen here.
The lady who is supported by a young man she helped out earlier in his life came to see me. She stated that she was alone and tired of living. After the visit with me, I asked one of the social workers to see her and both of them discussed a residential facility she could go to when she felt she would. It is a charitable institution, I think. Later in the morning, the patient stopped back in my exam room and thanked me elaborately; I had done little, but I suppose for folks who are alone and apparently hopeless, a few folks taking an interest in them does wonders for their morale. The Banyan is full of such folks, though, i.e., those who would perennially do for others.
Scott and I toodled about on the weekend, attending a women's market - and frankly, getting tired of the same wares. Saris, clothing, jewellery, bags, food. Do these truly distinguish us as women? That said, I bought some traditional food from a lady and am enjoying it.
The Banyan was given a handsome grant towards our corpus by the Hans Foundation. We marked the occasion at a local upscale hotel, kindly sponsored by another corporate friend. It was nice to share the day with those who believe in us - Hans, Grand Challenges Canada, other donors and friends. The meal was spectacular, Scott and I snarfed it down and headed to the annual pantomime. It was fun, and featured a few friends of Naren's.
I am now job-hunting. My former private practice site - a fun place with fine bosses - is currently devoted to orthopedics and OB/GYN, I am neither. I do have a house calls practice that I do and - wanting a hospital environment - I have gone to various hospitals. This process in India is very unique: one has to wait for someone who can "put in a word for you," i.e., urge the authorities to consider you. All of it is new to me and I am simply taking each day as it comes. Sometimes, the employers say nothing and then the mystery continues. But so does work at the Banyan, so it's all good.
We spoke to both boys and I spoke to my father. That was nice.
Unw -
R
posted by Renu at
5:33 AM
1 Comments:
Hi Renu,
Interesting to hear you are looking for other work in private practice. What do you do in India for malpractice insurance? Is that done there?
Katharina
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PisoMojado, at 12/12/18 9:16 PM
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