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When Spouse Beaters lie to Doctors

In the course of a couple of weeks I have come across two cases of spouse beating; one not too severe, the other fatal. And no, I'm not talking about Oscar Pistorius, the olympic athlete.

The first case was a mild drama - A distraught man brought his wife in, saying she had slumped. He was obviously very shaken as he didn't have time to wear his shoes; he bounded up and down the hospital corridor in an anxious frenzy.

His story: she was feeding their kid and just slumped and became unconscious - just like that. No medical issues nothing.
I looked at her again, there was something wrong about the whole picture before me and something prompted me to ask whether they'd been having issues, he replied in the negative.

Like the... erm... *coughs*... wise doctor I am, I asked the husband to get some things for his wife.

After he left, I turned to the wife. It took a few moments before what I expected to happen happened. Even when it did, I felt a little chill but I kept my com…


I call it the immortality complex.

That daring inside most of us in the face of common sense that says though it happens to others it can't happen to me.

Sometimes, it is not that we want to be daredevils, sometimes, it is just a feeling of helplessness or frustration that brings out that "immortality complex".

Examples include a diabetic with a very high blood sugar saying "I'm okay, I feel great, nothing can happen to me if I take this highly sugary drink" - then it happens.
Or a person with a very high blood pressure that refuses to take any drugs because he feels "just fine" - until it happens.

Or in this instance between Ronald and Stanley(not real names):

Ronald is a known asthmatic, he goes visiting Stanley and they share some alcohol together. But Ronald is not satisfied - he brings out his cigarette, " I have to take a puff" he says to Stanley.

Stanley pleads with Ronald not to smoke, at least they'd had some alcohol, tha…


What better way to come back from a long writing hiatus than with a controversial post. I have a little story.

Once upon a time:

A female doctor would walk into the hospital looking all fresh, a faint waft of her perfume filling the hospital corridor with a heavenly fragrance. Her make up, classy but not flamboyant. Her hair neatly packed in place, not a strand astray. Her white coat flawless and glimmering like it was washed in Cinderella world; her shoes going "koi koi" as she walked along the hospital corridor with every one gazing at her in admiration - she had a smile for them too - that was then.

The picture I see now:
A harried mother of two rushes into the hospital, her shopping bag in one hand, her stethoscope in another; her hair - flying in all directions of the compass, her white coat - Did I say white? No, I meant her cream coat, hanging loosely on her body. Don't bother to look at her shoes because she just grabbed whatever was closest to her feet whi…