The reception nurse at the Sharjah emergency room asked ‘Which country is the patient from?’ in her Arab accented English. What does it matter if the patient was Indian and not Arab? It’s an emergency and the question seemed baseless. I felt indignant, self-righteous and so angry when I was informed of this question.
An hour or so later, we were informed that the patient was being seen by a surgeon. We were relieved. But do you know the first thing that crossed my mind after initial relief?
I wanted to know which country the surgeon was from.
Someone smack me on the head.