Last day on ID

Early in the morning, I called Sanyu, a medical student from Mbarara who was spending her vacation working at Mulago hospital. What diligence! She was Cliff’s friend, and had brought digital copies of a variety of Oxford handbooks for me. I had found my medical education thus far quite lacking in terms of preparing me for Mulago, and wanted to read up on tropical medicine. The Oxford handbook of tropical medicine came highly recommended for this purpose. Long story short, I called Cliff, he called Sanyu, and I had my book!

So I ended up arriving a little late for rounds. But we still finished up rounds quite early. We were fast and efficient, working together like a well-oiled machine. Then, we sat in the nurse station finishing up the paperwork. Many of the attendants of patients on the GI ward came by asking us to discharge them. Apparently, the patients on the GI ward had not been seen by any doctor in days. The intern on the ward had not come to work ever since the interns had switched services, and the previous intern had rotated off the service. “You should call that intern up and tell him to get his ass over here,” I told Dr. Wilson. “No worries.” I went over to Dennis and asked him for the GI intern’s phone number. I gave it to Dr. Wilson, who proceeded to call the intern. “Yes, sir, I will be right over,” the intern responded when Dr. Wilson told him that his patients were asking for him. We left the wards at 7.30pm that night. There was still no sight of the GI intern.