Sunday, May 20, 2012 @ 5:40 PM
I just witnessed Snoopy getting drugged by my dad so that Snoopy will feel drowsy and fall into a deep sleep. He will not feel the pain in his left ear when my dad stitch his wound up. The vet said she couldn't stich Snoopy's wound because the cartilage is out; my dad wanted to prove her wrong so he tried to operate my dog. He mentioned suddenly that Snoopy might be overdosed with the drug and what if he couldn't wake up? I felt my hair stand. Instantly, I was washed with fear after hearing this bloody piece of news.
I stared at Snoopy while my dad waited for the drug to settle. My heart was beating as fast as his. He panted loudly and his breath came out short. I was so anxious and started praying silently. God, please don't let Snoopy go just like that. Snoopy started knocking into objects around my house when he was walking around - he was getting drowsy. To prevent this, I locked him up in his cage first just in case he got any concussions.
He panted really heavily inside his cage and that's when I got really scared. I finally flipped and with anger in my eyes, I screamed at my dad for if Snoopy never wakes up, I'll label him a murderer for life. He just stood there as if numb to my words. The more I screamed and shouted, I felt tears springing to my eyes but I held them back. Please, Lord, let Snoopy live. My dad finally spoke and said, "Go inside and study." "NO." I shouted immediately. "ARE YOU SERIOUS? HOW CAN I POSSIBLY CONCENTRATE WHEN MY DOG IS DYING HERE? HOW HEARTLESS CAN YOU BE?"
"With family members crowding around the patient, they tend to get too emotional. A doctor can't perform his work well. That's why family members are supposed to wait outside the operation theatre. Not because they will contaminate the air but because they don't know what's going to happen to their beloved one so they'll freak out." he said quietly.
Doctors. It's as if there's an unspoken rule that doctors are not supposed to shed a tear when someone dies, an unwritten statement that they have to be the one being the pillar to support the late patient's friends and family members. What's more, they will be accused as being irresponsible or careless if they are unable to save the patient. They are expected to heal the sick, cure the needy and save lives; if they don't, all they'll be getting are million-dollar lawsuits slapped onto their faces.
Being a doctor is not all about studying like mad during the first few years then earning big bucks later on. A doctor's job don't stop at successfully curing the patient but it is his duty to stay strong when his patient could not make it. He's the one who has to go through all the criticism, endless snarls and bitter comments from the whole community just because the patient might have died of old age. Not the parents, not the family members, not the friends, but the doctors - they are truly the strongest people alive.
I stood there staring at my dad holding Snoopy down (he was still so freaking active although he was drowsy) while his temporary nurse (my maid) assisted him. I suddenly realised all my bellowing and shouting just served as a distraction to them; I was practically useless. I left them alone and came into the house to calm down. That's all I could do.
I don't know what happened next. All I'm hearing now is barking and whining from Snoopy. I think I better end this post before I could no longer type anymore from all those tears.
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