I babble, I ramble, and I rattle

I actually went to class today.

No, that’s not something really amusing unless you take into account how much I’ve been skipping classes lately and how lazy I am to go to the hospital in the afternoon.

Today… after missing the 2pm case presentation with Mr A, I actually made the effort to make it to the 4.30pm class with Mr T in the wards. Usually I wouldn’t have bothered. But today was a different case.

Why? Because… we were supposed to have a teaching with him in the morning. This morning, to be precise. But yesterday, he told my groupmates that he wouldn’t be able to take us in the morning. They wondered why. They wondered if he had something very important this morning… A surgery, perhaps? Guess what his answer was? He had a football match to watch. The Champions League final.

That alone gave me the impression of a very cool doctor and I never miss any teachings with any cool doctors. And that was exactly and solely why I went to class today. No other reasons.

Indeed, he was a cool doctor. He doesn’t look like my brother, Nafis but he reminds me much of him. They share similar funny unique expressions.

My brother, Nafis.

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Just like other doctors, Mr T asked us questions as well but he was kind enough to give us the answers when we were stuck (which would invariably be most of the time ) and as usual, we would respond with a loud “Aaaaaaaaaahhh… (I see)”. Mr T said, “What ‘aaaahhh’? You’re final years, right?”

Our main topic of discussion for today was appendicular mass. When we came to the management of appendicular mass, we thought Pushpa did well. Until…

Mr T : So what do you call that regime?

Us : … (mumbling “What regime?”)

Mr T : That treatment regime for appendicular mass. There is a special name to the treatment plans that you’ve just explained.

Us : … (still very extremely blur)

Anas : (mumble mumble)

Mr T : What was that? I think you got something there. What was your answer?

Anas answered something which I couldn’t catch.

Mr T : Wrong. I thought you had the answer just now. (sighed) It’s Ochsner-Sherren regime.

Us : … (more blur than ever) What regime?

Mr T : Ochsner-Sherren. Haven’t you heard of it? At least one of the groups in their first clinical year know this regime. You’re final years, right?

Us : What regime?

No “Aaaaaaahhhhh…” this time. And someone in the first clinical year knows something that our Pushpa (our walking reference/ textbook) doesn’t know? Wow!

By the time we left the hospital, we still couldn’t get the name of the regime, much less able to spell it. During dinner, we tried our best to come up with a name which would sound as close as to the one Mr T mentioned earlier but to no avail. We figured the first part of the name sounded something like ‘Osher’ or ‘Oshner’ but we couldn’t recall the second part of the name at all.

Just now, that treatment regime crossed my mind and I decided to google it up. I figured Oschner would be the more likely spelling of the name of someone so important. And according to my search, the full name of the regime is Ochsner-Sherren. Take note, group 10!