Sister Susie, our nurse, entered my chamber with a sad look on her face.
“Saar…”
“Yes Soosie? Anything wrong?”
“Saar…my unnkill….”
“That’s quite a sad news!” I felt a surge of sympathy for Susie. Poor girl. Too bad to lose an uncle at this tender age. What she deserved now were a few words of comfort, a friendly pat on her back, and most importantly, a quick hug or two…before Phadnis barges in to express his grief.
“I’m so sorry….how old was your uncle?”
“Arre no saar…”
“No what?”
“Saar….unkill is fine” Susie flashed her teeth “…he got motion problem…!”
Duh! There goes the hug. What a disappointment.
“Why me? Ask him to see an orthopaedician for motion problem”
“No saar…you don’t understand! No problem in movement saar!” Susie appeared to hesitate a bit. “Saar…he is having real difficulty in motion… in morning saar!”
“I see. Does he have morning stiffness?”
“What saar….” Susie blushed like a roasted tomato “…how do I know saar!”
“Oho Susie…not that! I mean, is there a stiff knee when he gets up in the morning?”
“Arre no saar. I tell you na….no problem in walking!”
No problem in movement….yet, somehow, a great deal of difficulty in motion? What a commotion.
“Can you make it clear Susie?”
“Saar…I tell you….when he get up in morning and go for motion first thing, motion does not come easily. Many times motion once in three days saar!”
“Oww! You mean constipation?”
“Yes saar! Wonly that saar”
“What Soosie….couldn’t you have said constipation in the very beginning?”
Susie flashed her teeth.
“Hmm….so what am I supposed to do?”
“Write medicine saar…”
Baap ka raaj hai? “Why don’t you ask him to see me?”
“Not possible saar. He is in Kerala…”
“What? I cannot do that without seeing the patient….” I said with some resolve.
“Please saar…” Susie cocked her head, batted her eyelids, adjusted her..ahem…specs and acted real coy.
The resolve suddenly vanished. Coy-thus interruptus.
If the title ‘Heart Attack’ appears foggy, it’s because the story is incomplete. To be concluded soon in Heart Attack – II. Till then, enjoy 
lol, what men will do for a lovely lady
May only lovely, beautiful & fluttering their eye-lashes kind of ladies visit the doctor, ho jaye ga practice ka bantadhaar
Oh no…that’s utopian……doesn’t actually happen…..
i am all ears…err eyes for the pert..nopes part 2! :p
cheers!
pert II posted
Why don’t you ask Soosie to change her specs into soft contacts ?
That way she doesn’t have to adjust them every now and then and you can also concentrate better on unkill-ing your patients.
I suppose the suspense of next post won’t end with Suppository…..
Cheers!
~uh~
I have now many recommendations for soft contacts for Susie….they are completely see through and come in a standard size. No need to adjust too. Point noted..and well..no more suppose-stories…Part II posted
/Duh! There goes the hug. What a disappointment.//
poor you
hmmm I’m waiting!!
the wait’s over
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May be Susie should have done a Silicon transplant to her ahem Glasses in the Specs, after all don’t you think you should see the high doctor, I mean eye doctor, every ear, I mean year? Hilarious!
you mean a ‘silly-cone’ transplant ?
//The resolve suddenly vanished. Coy-thus interruptus.//
ROFL.
Well…..
ROFL> Imagine what would have happened if unkil tried Via-Agarol <ROFL
On this context I remember another sombre but true storyon constipation.
An Indian came to a doc saying- ‘Big Chief, No Shit’.
Doc prescribes Agarol- 2 tsp.
Next week , the Indian comes again-’Big Chief, No shit’.
Doc increases Agarol- 3 tsp.
the Indian return next week -’Big Chief, No shit’
Doc frustrated -’Agarol 1 bottle’ .
Indian comes next day-‘Big shit, No Chief’.
Cheers!
~uh~
O!
Almost the same situation! Did the doc escape alive??
Rofl @ Via-agarol reminds me of a handpump!
I am sure you wrote the prescription so that you can eventually give Susie a hug!
RI: Well…er…no ….
Sussie has many fans – encourage her to become a Doctor- and for all your readers, she will become a Family Physician.