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|Doctors' Den (standard:non fiction, 2479 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: Nov 11 2010||Views/Reads: 1285/932||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Expereinces coming from Doctors' family|
Doctors' Den By Subba Rao The economic strength and benefits of the medical profession was recognized as far back in early sixties in my native South Indian State. People in farming community have recognized that unlike farming, the medical business is neither risky nor cyclical, and the weather elements have very little influence. Farmers encouraged their children to study hard to get admission into medical schools. The rich farmers collectively invested, and built private medical schools for their children. The children of rich farmers rather than working on their farms started working on patients in the hospitals; rather than delivering calves in farmhouses, were delivering babies in maternity wards. Over a period of the last four decades, the farming community was transformed into a rich medical community. Students from the lower social economic communities complained that because of their social environment, they received poor education, and therefore could not get admission into medical schools with their poor grades. These students with poor grades demanded, and received special reservation for acceptance to medical schools. Thus, the student from the lower social economic communities expanded their numerical representation in medical schools. Thus medical community expanded its membership beyond the traditional intelligent students to encompass the mediocrity from very rich families, and socially poor communities, both unfit to be accepted to any medical school based on academic excellence and merit. Unlike a client of lawyer, an accountant, or an insurance agent, a doctor's patient is a person in pain from some sort of ailment, some times serious and life threatening. Therefore, patients place their lives in the hand of a doctor to get well, and sometimes place the doctors on a pedestal, some even treat them like god. This is my story of living in a den of doctors or Doctors' den. I was born and raised in Doctors' den. It wasn't easy to be a son, brother, husband, brother-in-law, and nephew of a doctor. My uncles, their children, and their spouses were all doctors. In total, our extended family has around two dozen medical doctors counting all the dead and the living. My poor grades at the college dashed my father's hope of putting me through a medical school. At least he was happy that my older brother got accepted few years earlier, and my sister married a doctor afterwards to expand the medical membership in our immediate family circle. This triggered a rat race in our extended family circles to have their children go to public schools or private medical schools with hefty tuition fee. Some of our poor relatives grumbled for lack of finance to send their children to expensive private medical schools but they were contended if one or two of their children got accepted in the very competitive public medical schools with scholarships based purely on excellent academic records. Some were happy to see their children get married to medical doctors. Either way, the M.D. membership grew over the decades in our extended family. To be directly related to a doctor has it's own advantages and disadvantages. My father practiced medicine for over three decades in a town of over one hundred thousand people. He was placed on a pedestal because he was a medical doctor; some even treated him like a god. He commanded respect wherever he went, and so the family members as well. At movies, we received preferred seating for free, and refreshments during intermission. The down side being a son of a doctor was all my teachers expected me to become a doctor like my father, as well as my father's colleagues, and their children who were attending medical schools who frequently inquired about my future career. It was hurtful, when people showed their disappointment openly when I mention I wasn't attending medical school. But this was long time ago, I haven gotten over those ill feelings. If added up, all the benefits and negative aspects, I still believe I was lucky my father was a medical doctor. To be a husband of a medical doctor was totally a different ball game Click here to read the rest of this story (218 more lines)
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