CROSSED PATHS

Chapter fourty-one

~ loosing a child you haven't met also hurts, I pray that any woman dealing with miscarriage never experienced it again-ameen~

Today's the day! I can barely believe it. I'm finally starting my journey as a resident doctor. The excitement is palpable, mixed with a dash of nerves.

He dropped me off at the hospital entrance, giving me a reassuring smile and a gentle kiss on the lips.  'Your gonna have a great day ,' he whispered. I felt a surge of confidence and love for him.

As I walked into the hospital, the familiar scent of disinfectant and the hum of activity enveloped me. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of belonging.

My first task was to meet with my supervisor, Dr. Fadeela.

As I walked into the conference room, I saw my supervisor, Dr. Fadeela, already seated and reviewing some files. She looked up and smiled warmly as I approached.

'Good morning, Dr. ...' she started, before I reminded her of my name. 'Ah yes, of course! Dr. A Jameel. Congratulations on your first day as a resident.'

I felt a little pang that I was addressed as a doctor,with my Baba's name as my inscribe.

We shook hands, and I took a seat across from her. She began by explaining the hospital's policies and procedures, emphasizing the importance of attention to detail and effective communication with patients and colleagues.

Next, she introduced me to the rest of the team, including my fellow residents and the nursing staff. I tried to commit their names and faces to memory, but I knew it would take some time to get to know everyone.

Dr. Fadeela then walked me through the department's layout, pointing out key locations like the ICU, the ER, and the radiology department. We stopped by the nurses' station, where she introduced me to the charge nurse, who showed me how to access patient records and navigate the hospital's electronic system.

As we walked, Dr.Fadeela asked me about my background, my interests, and my goals for the residency program. I appreciated her genuine interest in getting to know me as a person, not just as a new resident.

Finally, she handed me a thick binder filled with schedules, protocols, and contact information. 'This is your Quran for the next few months,' she joked. 'Don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions or concerns.'

My first patient was Mrs. Johnson, an elderly woman with pneumonia. I took her history, performed a physical exam, and presented my findings to Dr. Fadeela. She offered valuable feedback and guidance.

Next, I saw a young boy named Hassan, who came in with a broken arm. I helped cast his arm and reassured him that he'd be back to playing soccer in no time.

The morning flew by in a whirlwind of patient encounters, notes, and learning. I felt like a sponge soaking up knowledge and experiences.

Now, I'm back in the doctors' lounge, reflecting on my first few hours as a resident. It's been a whirlwind, but I'm ready for whatever comes next.

I looked in some few other patients records. I even made a friend with a resident doctor also but she is from Baze University Abuja. Her name is Laila and she was such a sweet soul.

I called Hawwa but she still wasn't picking. I made a mental note to see her later. After we prayed Laila's Husband came to pick her up. Yes she is married also. She recognized me instantly as AAB wife from the social media.

Aryan called saying he can't be able to pick me up cause work is chunked up in the office. He sent the chauffeur and I asked his permission before going to my sisters house.