Midas.

You recall the Greek Mythology of a King who found a God’s foster father, and in return of his kindness, allowed him one wish. And the only thing in his greedy little mind was, GOLD. should he ask for a lifetime of gold? no, better yet, everything he ever touched should turn to gold.

… and then the surgeon-to-be sat with the woman who was about to give birth, and talked to her, held her tummy to feel it move. what or how it happened, we have no clue, but rumour was it, she loved surgery too much it manifested in her patients. there is no real evidence for that, but there is no other hypothesis brought up.

one after the other, all she touched, like Midas, ended up being wheeled for surgery: Emergency Lower Segment Caesarean Section. Like Midas, what she thought was a thrill at first, ended up in grief, despair and plain frustration.

seems like a funny story, but i assure you, it is not. especially when you have a quota of vaginal deliveries to conduct and there is no way anyone you touch would fall through.

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