Hmmmdrum

Thinking about this for long. Am sliding into my lecturer's job comfortably. Teaching a batch of III/III MBBS kids who want "just the exam stuff", rounding with residents who are at best average, giving advice to prospective residents who are in a quandary about what field to take where; afternoons which drag incessantly through hours spent in the RMO mess which seem to lead into same things everyday over endless cups of tea, feeling lazy to venture beyond college in the morning to back home in the evening- the traffic sucks anyway, the heat is opressive, the sweat and dust cakes into unsightly muck on my face; don't feel bad about getting bored reading, pick the bag and set off home. Driving used to be a time to reflect, now its just about avoiding an idiot who wants to cut across the signal or make it across while the railway crossing is open.Calls are manageable.Admissions are not many.OPDs are not really exciting.No one seems to say I am wrong at anything.

Want to feel angst, but the inertia to overcome to just indulge in constructive thought seems.........well,... not okay. But am surprised at my not doing anything about it.

Wither inspiration? It seems to have become into just the act of breathing. Existing.Merging, homogenizing. I need a whack on the bottom, a pull at the collar and a push from behind. Am waiting for it.

Albany ka Munnabhai

Article flicked from CBS website:


By salary standards, Bob Paeglow may be the
least-successful doctor in America, CBS News
correspondent Steve Hartman reports in this
week's Assignment America.

He's got thousands of patients, but not one
country club membership. His family lives
in the worst neighborhood in Albany, N.Y.

Fortunately, Paeglow didn't go into
medicine for the money. He went into it �
pretty late in life � because he kept
having a vision of himself in old age he
didn't like: "That the world was no better
because I was a part of it than if I'd
never been born."

At the age of 36, Bob gave up his career as
a quality control technician, went to
medical school and set out to improve the
quality of the planet.

He opened his office in a neighborhood
where most doctors wouldn't open their car
door, and welcomed in all the people
mainstream medicine would rather ignore.
People like Belinda.

Belinda is a first-time patient. She has
clinical depression � but no insurance.

"I can't in good conscience sit in front
of a patient and say, 'You need this and
I can't help you, get out of here.'I
can't let that happen," Paeglow says. "My
people are going to get what they need to
the best of my ability."

In this case, that means visits with a
counselor, at Paeglow's expense. In other
cases, it means giving his patients not
only a prescription but a check to pay
for it. Not to mention that he provides a
lot of non-medical care.

Lateesha has been going through a tough
time lately. Her dad � one of Paeglow's
patients � is fighting colon cancer.
That's why the doctor prescribed a little
distraction: He threw her a little
birthday party.

He does this kind of thing all the time.

"One time I was in a bind and I wasn't
able to purchase Christmas for my son and
he purchased Christmas for my son," a
patient says. He bought him a new coat,
new gloves, and a race track.

"Dr. Bob's my heart," she adds. "He is."

Paeglow takes absolutely no salary and
survives mostly on donations, reports
Hartman. But even when people give him
money for him, he usually plugs it right
back into the practice. Every penny he
makes goes back to his patients in one
way or another.

Does that make him the least-successful
doctor in America?

Or the most?


Koinonia Primary Care
Attention: Dr. Robert Paeglow
553 Clinton Avenue
Albany, NY 12206