Volume 5 Issue 3 Mar 2015
I was late to close my clinic on that day. I wanted to take an auto rickshaw at 9 P.M. to reach home quickly since the rest of my family was out of station.
Luckily or unluckily, I got one auto just in front of my clinic. The driver asked me whether I am the doctor from that clinic. I told him proudly ‘Yes’. He continued the conversation with me. It seems he came along with his wife few months back. Instead of counselling his wife not to have extramarital life, I have prescribed a tablet for him. How one elderly woman doctor can do that, he asked.
(I could recollect that I have given Risperidone to him after diagnosing Paranoid Schizophrenia. His wife came and reported that he is refusing treatment and torturing her daily. She was giving him the tablets without his knowledge with lots of doubts on side effects and dose. However he was pushing her to go and get counselled by me.)
I started praying that somebody in my neighbourhood should be around to save me from this paranoid person.
As soon as I reached home, I told him to stop, keeping Rs.2 more than the fare in my hand ready. I also spotted one my neighbour who came out to smoke after his dinner. When I was about to take a sigh of relief, the driver did not stop there.
He went fast and took a U turn to stop in front of my house gate. Instead of collecting the fare, he got out of auto and fell on my feet to thank me profusely for making his wife ‘sane’. She is no more going to other men for sex and treats him well after my repeated counselling!
Bangalore, dr.saranya@gmail.com
