Wednesday, June 1, 2011

*Abortion in the Ears*

Daily I log on to my email and delete all forwarded mails sometimes without even opening them. This morning I was a bit free and title of  one forwarded mail *Abortion in the Ear* caught my attention and I decided to stop and find out the hidden suspense. By the time I finished reading it, I was laughing to myself and people around me were surprised about my sudden laugh in serious working hours. I am sure You all will also enjoy reading it :)

Abortion in the Ears 
This is a short story written by Dr Kishore Shah.... he is a gynaecologist
in Pune and a very gifted writer....enjoy this extremely funny story.

My wife is an ENT Surgeon while I am a Gynecologist. This can lead to some
complications, as I recently learned to my anguish. A General Practitioner
called me up and told me that she is sending a patient of hers for an
abortion. Unknown to me, she had also referred a female with earwax for
removal of the wax to my wife.

I duly informed the receptionist to send the patient right in as she was
expected (and expecting!) As Murphy lays down the laws of our hospital, it
was but natural that the patient who wanted the wax removed from her ear,
landed up with me. This is the conversation that I had with the patient.

"Please come in. Be seated." I said with a big smile. I always have a big
smile, when I am going to earn some money. The patient gave a feeble smile
and sat hesitantly on the edge of the chair. "Relax."

"Doctor, will this hurt a lot?"

"Not at all."

The patient relaxed visibly. "You know something, Doctor, we tried removing
it at home, but failed."

I was shocked. "Thank God. Trying this at home can cause serious

"I first tried to remove it by jumping up and down, but it just wouldn't

I smiled and said, "If it were that easy, who would need doctors?" 

She gave a cute smile and said, "Yeah! My mother tried to remove it with
a matchstick."

My blood pressure was shooting skywards. I just sputtered without uttering a

"Tell me, doctor, how do I avoid getting this dirt inside me?"

I knew that it was an unwanted pregnancy, but calling it dirt was too much.
I replied a bit angrily, "There are tablets which can prevent this
happening. Or you could use protection at night."

Now it was the patient's turn to be confused, "You mean to say that it
happens only at night?"

I saw her point. "No! No! I meant anytime of the day, whenever you are in
the mood, you should use protection."

She was even more confused, "It depends on my moods?"

Again I saw her point.. "My mistake. You need not be in any sort of mood. It
just happens."

"My neighbour advised me to go to one of those chaps who sit by the

"But I tried his other advice. He told me to put warm oil inside and wait.
However, that also did not work."

This was getting more and more bizarre. Her neighbour deserved to be locked
up either in a padded cell or a barred one.

"But have you taken your husband's permission?"

Now the patient looked confused. "Do I have to take my husband's permission?
Because if you need his sign, he is working in Dubai. We were not able to
meet for the last one year."

It was my turn to be shocked. I gave a sly smirk. It was one of 'those'
cases. The neighbor seemed to me the usual suspect. I
reassured her. "No! No! The husband's sign is not at all needed."

"However, I did inform him on phone."

Her husband seemed to me a very broad-minded fellow. I didn't know whether
to congratulate her or to commiserate with her. So I hastily turned to other
aspects. "It’s good that you came a bit early."

"Actually I wanted to come early in the morning, but I had some other work."

"Oh! I did not mean early today. I meant that if you had delayed this
removal, it would have started moving. Then it would have developed a

The patient was staring at me wide eyed as if watching a horror movie.
Looking at her face, I decided that she was not fit to listen to the
grotesque details. I decided to relieve her a bit. I said, "You will bleed a
bit, but only for a few days."

By now, the poor patient was trembling, "how-H-How much bleeding?"

"Oh, only slightly more, it
may continue
only for a week or so."

By now the patient was clutching her hair in her fingers and staring at me
wide-eyed. I asked her soothingly, "Why don't you lie down on the
examination table? Remove your clothes and relax."

This was the final straw. She didn't even wish me goodbye. I saw just a blur
of motion leaving my consulting room at top speed*


  1. Good story ...Ilike the ending as I did not expect it that way...any way good after effects..harsh v m

  2. Hahaha! Too good, too good! Thanks for sharing! :D

  3. "Abortion in the Ears"

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