She was having her first baby. As was the custom those days it was a home delivery. Hey, I mean not in a hospital, child birth at home. The top ranking gynecologist attending was actually a family friend of the husband who was a high ranking diplomat who has served in many European capitals. The wife was in the bedroom having contractions at regular intervals watched closely by the nurses. A bunch of relatives and friends were gathered in the living room . The gynecologist was having a friendly chat with the expectant husband who seemed very edgy and was already hitting the bottle – as was the custom again I think.
The wife though was from a rural aristocratic family was now well traveled and spoke a number of European languages fluently.
Suddenly the conversation was interrupted by the scream from the bedroom.
“Oh, my God! Help me please!!”
The husband jumped to his feet with concern written all over his face. The gynecologist remained seated. He shook his head knowingly and said,
“Sit down, Sam. Not yet.”
Sam sat down reluctantly but in a little while another shrill scream, this time in French reverberated through the closed bedroom door.
“Mon Dieu,oooooooh!! Aidez-moi, sil vous plaît !!!”
Sam shot back to his feet. Doc shook his head with the usual nonchalance which was now beginning to irritate Sam.
“Sam, take it easy dude. I’ll tell you when it’s really serious.”
Sam lowered back into the couch. Now the drink was forgotten.
“O Mein Gott!!! Helfen Sie mir bitte!!”, came the scream now in German. Doc remained detached. Sam was now losing his head and was cursing himself for the choice of the attending gynecologist.
Another pause and then,
“Ooooh Mio Dio, Aiutatemi per favore!!!”
The ear splitting scream in Italian made even the men waiting around jittery.
“Doctor, now I think you gotta do something,” said Sam his face pale, drained of blood.
“Sam, bro, believe me.” Said the doc, “I know the real thing when I hear it. You leave it to me. Have another drink. Looks like you need one.”
Even though Sam didn’t show it now he was infuriated at the gynecologist’s snobbish attitude. A few minutes passed without incident.
“ ¡Oh Dios mío!! Ayúdame põr favore!!”
Aww! This time in Spanish! Still the doctor is unimpressed.
A gynecologist with an attitude! What a nerve! Sam wasn’t going to put his loving wife through this. He was going to call another doctor. This son of a bitch isn’t the only doctor around. Sam was dialing the phone furiously when everybody heard the final call from the bedroom, but this time definitely not of European origin. It was in pure exotic Sinhala, the once mother tongue, long forgotten.
“බුදු අම්මෝ!! මට බැරියෝ!! මා බේරා ගනියෝ!!”
The gynecologist shot up. “And that’s it dude. This is the real deal. Okay, see you then!!” and with a wave of his hand the doctor hurried towards the bedroom door.
he he he. cool.
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ReplyDeleteThis shows that it is better for the gynecologist be multilingual. So doc dudes be aware!!!!!!!!!!
DJ
ha ha ha.. when in real pain, it comes the mother tongue. nice story dear, where have you been so far? today i saw ur nice blog. wanna follow. also in free time i'll read them all.
ReplyDeleteThanks Weni, Even I enjoyed your new post very much much.I was also planning to read all your posts ASAP.
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