Important ch 7 english class 11 notes from Punjab Textbook. "Aw, come on," I coaxed, "just open your mouth wide and let me take a look." "Look," I said opening both hands wide, "I haven't anything in my hands. Just open up and let me see."
"Such a nice man," put in the mother. "Look how kind he is to you. Come on, do what he tells you to. He won't hurt you."
Important ch 7 english class 11 summary from Punjab Textbook. At that I ground my teeth in disgust. If only they wouldn't use the word "hurt" I might be able to get somewhere. But I did not allow myself to be hurried or disturbed but speaking quietly and slowly I approached the child again.
As I moved my chair a little nearer, suddenly with one catlike movement, both her hands clawed instinctively for my eyes and she almost reached them too. In fact she knocked my glasses flying and they fell, though unbroken, several feet away from me on the kitchen floor.
Important ch 7 english class 11 important questions from Punjab Textbook. Both the mother and father almost turned themselves inside out in embarrassment and apology.
"For Heaven's sake," I broke in. "Don't call me a rice man to her. I'm here to look at her throat on the chance that she might have diphtheria and possibly die of it." But that's nothing to her. "Look here," I said to the child, "we're going to look at your throat. You're old enough to understand what I'm saying. Will you open it now by yourself or shall we have to open it for you?"
Important ch 7 english class 11 extra questions from Punjab Textbook. Not a move. Even her expression hadn't changed. Her breaths, however, were coming faster and faster. Then the battle began. I had to do it. I had to have a throat culture for her own protection. But first I told the parents that it was entirely up to them. I explained the danger but said that I would not insist on a throat examination so long as they would take the responsibility.
"If you don't do what the doctor says you'll have to go to the hospital," the mother admonished her severely. "Put her in front of you on your lap," I ordered, "and hold both her wrists."
But as soon as he did the child let out a scream. "Don't, you're hurting me. Let go off my hands. Let them go I tell you." Then she shrieked terrifyingly, hysterically. "Stop it! You're killing me!" "Do you think she can stand it, doctor?" said the mother. "You get out," said the husband to his wife. "Do you want her to die of diphtheria?" "Come on now, hold her," I said.
Then I grasped the child's head with my left hand and tried to get the wooden tongue depressor between her teeth. She fought, with clenched teeth, desperately! But now I also had grown furious - at a child. I tried to hold myself down but I couldn't. I know how to expose a throat for inspection.