Funny Incidents in the OR

Once during the operation the anesthesiologist fell asleep, so the resident screamed "ARREST, ARREST' the guy jumped up scared like hell heading for his drugs, we kept laughing at it till the end of the operation.


In a major surgery, our funny resident requested saline from the nurse but in his own way, he said to her give me "wet" water, our professor was obviously exhausted because he seriously asked the junior resident beside him what do we need these 'wet' water for and he kept explaining using the term wet water and we were laughing till he noticed, we told him and he asked who said it in the first place and like his usual beautiful nature he laughed with us about it.

السويس

قال ايه يا سيدي ماما نفسها تعيش على طول في السويس بس انا طبعا قلتلها ماينفعش. البيت اللي في السويس جدي الله يرحمه جابوا بخمسميت جنيه، من دورين و على البحر على طول في قريه سياحيه اسمها انقرض بس كانوا بيمثلوا فيها افلام زمان ايام عماد حمدي و هند رستم حبيبة قلبي. بس القريه حالها اتدهور جدا بسبب مشاكل قديمه كده. المهم ان البحر ممكن اطلع فيه ٥ حاجات تخلي اي بني ادم عاقل ماينزلوش بس انا كل يوم كنت انزل و اغوط جوه خالص لدرجة ان ساعات ما كانوش بيشوفوني و كنت كل يوم اقول لا يمكن انزل البحر ده تاني ابدا و اصحى تاني و يوم و يجيلي هرش ويذدرووال لحد ما انزل و بصراحه متعه مفيش بعدها متعه ان الواحد ينزل البحر و يسيب الميه تشيلو الناس دايما بتقول كان نفسي اطير و هم مش مقدرين جمال ان الواحد يتحدى الجاذبيه و يعوم و يعوم. انا على فكره كنت لوحدي في الميه ال٥ ايام اللي نزلتهم وحدي يعني لوحدي و ده كان مخلي الموضوع رائع بطريقة لا توصف مكانش فيه غير كام واحد كده غاروا مني و قالوا اشمعنى هو ينزل في الميه التلج و احنا لا المهم ماكانوش بينزلوا اكتر من عشر دقائق قبل ما يطلعوا جري يتكتكوا. انا بصراحه كنت بستحمل السقوعيه عشان الدهون اللي في و برده الدهون كانت بتخليني طافي بسلاسه رهيبه مكنتش بحتاج ابدل او اي حاجه عشان اطفو. كنت بتفرج على قناة الموضه و البنت بتقول ان احلى حاجه ان الشاطئ ما يكونش فيه غيرها بس. كانت تيجي تشوف. و عشان نختمها بفاصل رعب بقى الله يحرق الغربان و فيلم الطيور بتاع هتشكوك في يوم واحد انا كنت ببقى بعيد من الشط بتاع ربع كيلو و الاقيلك يا بيه غراب جي يلف حواليه و على ارتفاع منخفض، اقول مش مشكله غراب و بيتفسح, اغمض و افتح و الاقيهم بقوا اربعه و بغتتة معرفش ازاي الاقيهم بقوا بتاع خمستاشر عشرين واحد و على فكره صوت اجنحتهم من قريب و هما بيلفوا حواليه مرعب جدا، اول مره حصلت طلعت جري و بعد كده بقيت اعوم و اطرطش ميه جامد عشان كل واحد فيهم يفهم ان اللي هيقرب هشويه بس طبعا ربنا اللي كان بيستر في الاخر و الحمد لله اني رجعت قطعه واحده.

Pascal on the significance of the difference between reason and imagination.

If magistrates had true justice,
and
if physicians had the true art of
healing, they would have no
occasion
for square caps; the majesty of
these sciences would of itself be
venerable enough. But having
only imaginary knowledge, they
must employ
those silly tools that strike the
imagination with which they
have to
deal; and thereby in fact they
inspire respect.

A reason to wake up in the morning!

I heard it in a movie before, but more importantly I heard it on TV5, it was a documentary, about the industry of clock maintenance, the movie was describing an average day of those who learn how to fix clocks, the guy said three sentences that were like pure gold. He said that his studying and his work on clocks is a very joyous reason to wake up in the morning, that the only thing he enjoyed was going to his workshop, fix a clock and deliver it to its owner, and that the only bad thing was the limitation in time not allowing him to spend the time he wished to spend doing what he loved best. I am actually surprised I remember those lines, it has been three days already, but I wanted to share it with the future me.

يوسف إدريس.....رجل مصر المرعب

قيل الكثير من كلمات المديح عن يوسف إدريس في كل مكان. وأنا لست بمنزلة أن أحكم بمثل تلك الكلمات رغم أن ما أشعر به تجاه ذلك الكاتب يفوق أضعاف ما تستطيع تلك الكلمات وصفه. لماذا يوسف إدريس، وما الذي جعله كاتبي المفضل. بدون مبالغة، يوسف إدريس هو الكاتب الوحيد الذي جعلني وأنا اقرأ له أشعر بالغضب، فعلا غضب شديد، وفي مرة أخرى يجعلني أضحك من أعمق أعماق قلبي، ويستفزني جدا عندما يجعلني أضحك وبعدها بسطور قليلة ينبهني أنه ليس مجالا للضحك ويسرد ما يسوقني إلى غضب شديد. الخوف الذي يجعلني أشعر به تجربة أخرى وشيء أخر عما عهدت، خوف مشوب بالقلق خوف يحتو الشك عما إذا كان سبب الخوف سينتهي قريبا أو إذا كان سينتهي أصلا.

يشرح لنا ما يحدث ببساطة، ليست بساطة عمياء صماء تصف ما يحدث، انها بساطة تغور في أعماقنا وأعماق ثقافة هذا الشعب، بساطة تتحدى التعقيد والأساليب الملتوية، إنه يزيل الغشاوة عن أعيننا ليدعنا نرى الحقيقة كما هي، بدون اقنعة أو تجميل، ولكن في كثير من الأحيان لا تتقبلها أعيننا ولا عقولنا، الحقيقة عندما تكون بهذا الوضوح ترعبنا، ولهذا فإن يوسف إدريس هو حقا رجل مصر المرعب.

كلما اقرأ له أجد الكثير بيننا مشترك. فإذ بي أخاف أن اعبر عن مشاعري تلك وارائي تلك خشية أن تتوجه إلي الأنامل ساخرة، قائلة، ذلك ليس أنت، انما أنت تقلد يوسف إدريس، ولكني فكرت لحظة، ثم تنبهت للحقيقة، ليس كل من يتثقف في هذه الإيام يقرأ ليوسف إدريس مثلي، وليس كل من قرأ له استساغ أفكاره وشخصيته مثلي، اننا قليلون في هذا العالم، ولذلك، فإذا وجدت شخصا يرفع أنملته لي، فساخذه بالأحضان، وأقول له هو أنت منهم
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I have seen the truth....Dostoevsky

"I have seen the truth; I have seen and I know that people can be
beautiful and happy without losing the power of living on earth. I will
not and cannot believe that evil is the normal condition of mankind. And
it is just this faith of mine that they laugh at."


From : "The Dream Of A Ridiculous Man".
Click on the title of this blog to read the whole text.

The good and the bad always come in the same package.

Yesterday I was in a good mood, something happened in that day's lecture that raised my spirit, I was going to write about it but said it was one of the good things that happens in one's day, but today I was crushed, totally, after finally finding out that Heaven is a place on Earth and finding that place, I was faced with the most stupid instruction at the door of that Heaven. The Heaven is the new library, the stupid instruction is this, and read carefully,: YOU CAN'T BRING BOOK INSIDE OF THE LIBRARY. Come on, how stupid is that, what library in a college that is supposed to be one of the best have such a stupid instruction, I went to the old library, but as usual, the lighting was awful and the ventilation worse than that of Tut Ankh Amon's tomb, of course relative to the new library, I brought out my books, couldn't study, especially after my mock exam which I didn't do very well, so I left and I forgot to attend today's lecture, I have no idea how it slipped out of my mind like that.

Anyway, the good thing that happened the day before was in Prof. Dr. Hussein Khairi's lecture, he was discussing major trauma, I and my dear friend and Colleague A. Hani was contributing to the discussion as did everybody else btw, but in the break, Dr. Hussein said that anyone can leave if he needs to, then he looked up, pointed his gaze at us and said:"except these two". I kept this situation away from my analytic brain and just enjoyed the good feeling it brought, it was a good feeling indeed.

[ وَبَشِّرِ الصَّابِرِينَ * الَّذِينَ إِذَا أَصَابَتْهُم مُّصِيبَةٌ قَالُواْ إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ *
أُولَئِكَ عَلَيْهِمْ صَلَوَاتٌ مِّن رَّبِّهِمْ وَرَحْمَةٌ وَأُولَئِكَ هُمُ الْمُهْتَدُونَ ] البقرة/154-156



وَالَّذِينَ إِذَا فَعَلُواْ فَاحِشَةً أَوْ ظَلَمُواْ أَنْفُسَهُمْ ذَكَرُواْ اللّهَ فَاسْتَغْفَرُواْ لِذُنُوبِهِمْ وَمَن يَغْفِرُ الذُّنُوبَ إِلاَّ اللّهُ وَلَمْ يُصِرُّواْ عَلَى مَا فَعَلُواْ وَهُمْ يَعْلَمُونَ [آل عمران : 135]

What you get is what you see, not all the time!

Recently I have been reading "The man who mistook his wife for a hat", it is a group of clinical tales wrote by Dr. Oliver Sacks; a neurologist, in his 20 something tales he tries to make a compilation of some of what might become wrong with our brain reflected on our mind so that he can amplify our appreciation of what is normal that most of us most of the times do not feel and take for granted.

I was coming home with some of my friends from college today. We were in two cars and we were having fun in the insane way of friendly fun. With so much serotonin in my system I paused a little to think of what was around me. We passed by a dog, he was sitting there, just a regular Egyptian street dog, eyes screwed, dirty here and there, looking at something of perhaps thinking, alive! not severely wasted, he can find what he need to survive, either food or shelter, till now! Then we went up El Moneeb bridge, and as I looked downwards I saw the tracks of our Metro, how fine looking those shiny perfectly parallel steel bars were, coming from as far as my eyes could notice, so strong and modest!

The dog was doing what he was created for, he wasn't asked for more to be underachieving and he didn't do more than he needed, he was just sitting there, thinking or meditating, about the next moment, when probably he would just do what he has done the same moment yesterday, and perhaps every day before yesterday.

The tracks weren't just steel, they were hard work to be seen like this and above all a vision, not just that, they are a student going to school and an employee going to his work, a mother coming home to her family and a daughter returning from school. If then someone comes to tell me that the students escape from school and fail (not in marks of course but regarding the objective of their education) or that the employee is a corrupt one who isn't doing his work as he should, don't blame those steel bars that made the track, the track did its job without expecting to be paid and without complaining, no more was required and no more should be expected, that's when I realized I had work to do, if I could ascend to the level of the dog doing his job I would be more than satisfied.

It might seems ironical that I am writing this after realizing that I should do my work, I somehow agree, but the thing is that I forget, too much, too often and too frequently, such things is the only tie between me and the past, If I don't record then I am nothing but now and then, the was part is confusing and depressing and without it the now and then seems like the first time, and how awful it is that every time is the first time.

مَلَّ الملل

مَلَّ الملل
و استفحل الغباء
و ما استقرّ فرّ
و استحال الذكاء

Sure?

What makes one sure that he is a normal human being, I personally am not totally aware of my past memories, there seems to be large defects, the only proof of it is the memory i made out of paper, but sometimes there is a page missing, what happened then, isn't it possible that that date harbored some terrible event the memory of which is repressed after a severe nervous breakdown i had then, sometimes you can see it in the eyes of those who surrounds you, their eyes reflect the fear of the past crawling over to our present, it is like the eyes of that who is looking at someone at the edge of an abyss; standing by; he fell before and he might as well fall again: standing by not sure if he can save him, probably not, it is just too far. The eyes pray at every glance; god have mercy on us and aid us that it never happens to him again, the fear and the anxiety carry a clue to that missing page, either inside a tomb or splashed with Someone's blood. why is it that we get so emotional to a certain pattern some drama scenes or life events, for no particular or apparent reason, is it something close to what have happened to us, am i getting closer to remembering what had happened to me................
Perhaps normal is just an opinion.

These days would never come back.

.Eeeeeeeh, in the hematology lecture, when the professor was preparing her slide show, some of us wanted the slides to occupy the full screen, but our professor was confused by us keeping telling her all of all at the same time go up, no no left, nooooo right, oh you missed it, and that kind of stuff, at last one of us who were in the front row went down to her and pressed f5 and so many of us clapped greetingly, the professor smiled joyously and we laughed, it is one of the candid and naive moments of spontaneous unexpected events that inspire happiness, we were happy for sometime and after we enter the maze of life it isn't likely to have something like that again, it was just a note for history

Happy New Year.

When I see havens raining tar,
fountains sprinkling skulls,
rivers streaming with white and black,
when a detestful child is not so far,
pointing at us with grins,
for how long did we wish and hope,
for it to be a bless,
now she lies in her grave lined by our memories,
congratulations, a new sister,
sure she is the change,
after all what my eyes have seen,
and an ideal of a rotten child,
what difference would she be
and what change can she brings.