OB Admitting Section duty. The scene: unemployed, unmarried, pregnant bitches come inside with various chief complaints such as ruptured bag of water, vaginal bleeding, or labor pains. We get the necessary papers, extract their histories and do physical examinations including pelvic exam, of course. We let them urinate in those tiny bottles and vacuum their blood in a syringe and pour them in a color-coded vials according to the test needed: purple (CBC), blue (PT, PTT) or red (serum electrolytes and others).
It's uninspiring when you know well that these mothers who don't even know how to take care of themselves will give birth to a tiny angel whose future is uncertain.
And that disgusting mixture of dried blood and peculiar cervical CA scent wafting in the air clearly sends me a sign: I have no space in the OB-GYN world.
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