tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664443161546699762024-01-05T08:37:22.400-05:00A COOL MINDThinking Outside The Box,Only To Find A Circle!Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.comBlogger342125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-20310536544699476032024-01-02T02:50:00.006-05:002024-01-04T01:17:11.105-05:00 "as in life so in love"<p> As I was taking the history of present illness from her husband, I was made aware of their vows of love by the nursing staff. Everyone was sad about their situation knowing that it must be hard for them. She had suffered from a stroke and ended up with a dependency on the ventilator. She was alive on the token of a breath, a heartbeat, and a very involved husband.</p><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="outline: none;">Every passing day she was having difficulty in achieving transcendence. The team saw the struggles; there were genuine feelings but the facts contradicted the hope. There was a heart ready to beat a rhythm of life, but not the brain. We knew that he knew her poor prognosis, but he was not ready to let go of her.</div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="outline: none;"><br /></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="outline: none;">One day the husband requested the team have her start Reiki treatment; "the life force may heal her" was his reason. There was skepticism about his want for a nonconventional treatment. </div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="outline: none;"><br /></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="outline: none;">We are in the practice of medicine following the order of black-and-white protocols, said one who spoke his mind. There was a certainty in a dismal prognosis that everyone concluded, but a curious empathic mind allowed an unconventional path to ease his final goodbyes.</div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="outline: none;"><br /></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="outline: none;">To some, when standing in the no man's land of medicine, supporting a family even if this is against all odds is "step-up compassion". Others know that the process of living while losing a loved one makes people do things. As in life so in love, some acts are heroic and others wishful. </div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="outline: none;"><br style="outline: none;" /></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="outline: none;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; outline: none;" /></div>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-49847113729624899902023-12-14T23:36:00.003-05:002024-01-04T01:41:54.388-05:00"the dose makes the poison"<p>It was controlled chaos where security staff was assisting in caring for a person who was out of control, under the influence of disrupting thoughts and perceptions. It appeared as if he had some loss of contact with the reality of the present. We were in different spatial zones.</p><p>The medical staff struggled to list the triggers. They were focusing on medication reconciliation and a broad differential with a battery of diagnostics. There must be an iatrogenicity as the sane voice echoed in an insane situation and someone shouted: <span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;" title="Latin-language text"><i lang="la">"Sola dosis facit venenum"</i></span><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">.</span></p><p><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">The evaluation found that the green Wednesday brownies in the bag were also stuffed in the stomach to get the desired effect. The rest of the story was proven by a virtual tour of the stomach and an endoscopic lavage. </span></p><p><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">To some, the fallacy of "more is better" ends up with consequences like overdose and intoxication</span></p><p><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">To others, while pondering upon the Tea Alchemy where a set of steps makes a fantastic cup of tea, know that </span><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">whether </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">weed or water, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">"the dose makes the poison" </span></p>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-27046801682042176612023-08-29T01:36:00.006-04:002023-08-29T01:52:37.370-04:00"Artificial Intelligence (AI) is a misnomer"<p> This is the age of Artificial Intelligence. Everything can be done with a command.to a computer. Doctors will no longer needed. A person can ask his DocGPT and get recommendations.</p><p>As he was talking, everyone was attentive. Yes, we also got worried about job security and what the future will hold. His perspectives were fascinating on one hand and somewhat intuitive as well. His statements were the subject of discussion during his stay at the hospital.</p><p>He was suffering from an autoimmune disease, a<span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; font-size: 14px;"> disease in which the body's immune system attacks one's healthy cells. He was consumed by his own self as his body was fighting against itself. He was brilliant and reasonable but diseases don't reason. He knew that very well. He once said Artificial Intelligence (AI) is a misnomer as it is really a Substitute Intelligence (SI) created by the Human Intelligence (HI).</span></p><p><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; font-size: 14px;">To some, there are </span><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">domains of knowledge, critical thinking, creativity, compassion, connectivity, and self-reflection. These are some of the intelligence attributes of the superior being, the </span><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; font-size: 16px;">ashraf-ul-maKHluqaat.</span></p><p><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; font-size: 16px;">To others, Artificial intelligence will take over Human Intelligence at a finite point in our lives. That day it will be called Substitute intelligence, and it will make us doubt ourselves. The day after that will be the birth of auto intelligence; the autoimmune disease of human intelligence He hoped that humans may survive that challenge through their collective wisdom.</span></p><p><br /></p>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-6921306296130689412021-06-09T01:43:00.003-04:002021-06-09T02:11:26.862-04:00"a homeless with a home"<p>He was brought to the hospital emergency department as a man found unconscious. He was screaming about his eviction from his home but I was told by the ambulance transport team member that he was homeless and was found unconscious at a bus stop booth. He was intoxicated with spirit, losing mind and body, and incontinent with an odor mix of booze and urine.</p><p>He appeared unkempt, he told me that he drank too much and passed out. I asked him questions about his health and ordered tests. While I was doing his history and physical examination, he kept asking me about his belongings and the property where he was residing. There were many reasons for him to be homeless those were sadly preventable but none to blame.</p><p>To some, the observation of whether he was truly homeless is rightful as he claimed the bus stop booth was his address. They may argue the rights of convenience for one that infringes others rights and is inconvenient to many as in his case he was literally living at a public bus stop booth. Others ponder about the burden of caring for an individual from the ill effects of elements, which is a task that requires creative kindness at many levels.</p><p>Some find it as an opportune leap of faith as we were foretold about the situation as noted:</p><p><span face="Corbel, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;">"And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” (Mathew 8:20)</span></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Corbel, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-top: -1em;"><br /></p>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-88618789702370014252021-06-09T00:47:00.003-04:002021-06-09T01:04:33.053-04:00"the cadillac spirituality"<p> What rich people do with so much money. They were talking about the world's wealthiest three. Why they do not donate to lots of charity. Why they need so much money, what they will do witt it. Then one of the nurses said if I have that much money I would be doing a lot of charity, not like these people. </p><p>I was there to look at the bedsores and stage III wounds during my wound care visit. I stayed quiet during those commentaries as my patient was getting wound care with the wound nurse. </p><p>Then the patient spoke whom we all admired for his wit and humor. He said, it is not your money why do you care what they do with it. Then he smiled and said, in reality, these wealthy people do a lot for charity, just google it. Wealth brings different kinds of spirituality, the power of abundance: the Cadillac spirituality. </p><p>As we smiled so was he while looking at us as he got our attention. Our expectations from money are to pay bills and buy unfulfilled dreams: house, car, vacation, helping family, children education and giving for charity, etc. But the power of abundance brings another level: feeling beyond materials, freeing oneself from the ordinary. This is the life most wealthy people strive for but since it not on display we lose ourselves by judging them with our own lives and what is in our valet.</p><p>Then he reminded us that was already said:</p><p><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Cambria, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-variant-ligatures: common-ligatures;">"Every day is a bank account, and time is our currency. No one is rich, no one is poor, we've got 24 hours each" (Christopher Rice)</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">“For the LOVE of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs” (1 Timothy 6:10)</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-15053441797679320982021-05-14T01:28:00.004-04:002021-05-15T23:33:39.445-04:00"PRN (PRO RE NATA) MEDICATIONS"<p>During the morning round she appeared very sleepy and difficult to stay awake to answer questions about her condition. She was suffering from anxiety, acid reflux, and chronic pain issues besides other comorbidities.</p><p>As I asked about her last night with regards to her anxiety and pain; she broke into tears as she mentioned that she suffered all night from anxiety and pain and she has to ask for help. She said help arrived but after she keeps asking for medications.</p><p>As I reviewed her chart she was on multiple scheduled as well as as-needed (PRN) medications for anxiety and pain. She received scheduled medication on time but as-needed (PRN) medications were discretionary and not received.</p><p><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">As we know, and some may not that p.r.n.</span><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">: a</span><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">bbreviation meaning</span><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"> "when necessary" (from the Latin "pro re nata", for an occasion that has arisen, as circumstances require, as needed)</span></p><p><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202124;"><span style="background-color: white;">She wanted me to make a difference in nursing practice by implementing a COWS rule for every nursing shift. Nurse must review PRN medications with their patients as not to miss an opportunity to intervene when help is already on stand by. The red flag then turns into a smiley face on COWS (Computers on Wheels) as a goal to achieve structured compassion.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">To some with their old school of care, nursing involves care of giving beyond one's asking for help. They feel with their heart and eyes. They know what is there for their patient's needs. Others forget available necessary medications even as circumstances require to be administered. Certainly, the abbreviation PRN does not mean "please remember not".</span></p><p><br /></p>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-57492151683661479662021-01-30T00:43:00.002-05:002021-01-30T00:43:53.519-05:00"secret of being humble: two words"<p>If you want to be humble, just remember two words, two states of being. The professor was talking while getting prep for his colonoscopy. We were wondering as what will he say to enlighten us. Then he said two words with a smile: Diarrhea and Constipation, </p><p>Only those who suffer know it quite well; the discomfort, embarrassment, and the moment of weakness. The private sufferings of one's privates; losing control, or failure to let go of waste. Everyone has it, only a few remember that moment. Then the return of ego, anger, conquest, win or lose. The claims of one better race over others, the superiority of being in what. Everyone has same number one and two to wipe and wash. The blockage or a free-fall makes us all equal human beings: whether royals or commoners, all feel the same. The simple pep talk started in the Endoscopy suite end up as food for thought. </p><p>To some, these bodily dysfunctions become a chronic issue. They get restricted, isolated. They feel embarrassed as they feel that they are the only ones with issues. Others enlighten themselves as all are born equal, search for humility in a moment of weakness, a remembrance of a common thread of being human and so weak as to get incapacitant with one's own bodily dysfunction. </p>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-67851804959950810912020-12-12T01:12:00.002-05:002020-12-12T22:34:25.843-05:00"ambulance in the rearview mirror"<p>As I entered his hospital room, I saw loud crying than laughing, and then praise to the Lord. The priest was there and they were praying. I was asked to join.</p><p>He was admitted with a heart attack while he was shopping in a mall. Luckily he was saved and now recovering. </p><p>He told me that he was saved by the power of prayer. Someone prayed as they saw his ambulance in their rearview mirror while pulling over the car to have healing receive him at the hospital by the grace of God.</p><p>He told me that day his own son's prayers saved his life as he was the driver of that car who saw his ambulance in the rearview mirror.</p><p>To some, pulling over for an ambulance is just an act, as this is a law. </p><p>Others, pull over and send a prayer in motion; those are the ones who make a difference not known to many.</p>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-30525140048433099512020-12-12T00:54:00.002-05:002020-12-12T01:23:53.857-05:00"anyone can be a nuerosurgeon"<p>He was recovering from his surgery, anal fissure with significant pelvic pain, He described that as a constant burning sensation in his privates, and a feeling of a hot iron rod inside. His descriptions made me shiver in my spine. Then he said, anyone can be a neurosurgeon as his pain was not well treated but the operation was done well as he was told by his surgeon.</p><p>I saw pain everywhere. The pain which was oozing from his wound, and the pain which was not measurable on the pain scale of zero-ten.</p><p>The current atmosphere of judgments upon people who use narcotics for dependency and those who need it for post-operative care has become a gray area. In the grand scheme of control, everyone suffers. There is room for compassion but it is a slippery slope.</p><p>To some becoming a neurosurgeon is the achievement of one's lifetime. No doubt they have hard-earned skills but some gain those at a cost; while perfecting a skill ignoring that a beautiful well-healed wound is still a wound, not a medal and the bearer should be made comfortable at its best. </p><p>Others strive to speak up and look outside the box; tools to heal and control pain. They are the ones who remind us that not anyone can be a neurosurgeon.</p><p><br /></p>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-36929957545513156322020-12-12T00:16:00.003-05:002020-12-12T00:20:49.980-05:00"two percent milk"<p>As I walked into his room, I heard his loud voice accusing the nurse that she wanted to kill him. He continued, the nurse did not care about his health and how serious it was to keep his cholesterol down to keep his heart healthy. He was upset about finding whole milk instead of 2% Milk on his breakfast tray.</p><p>I thought he was right so I told him. But I also told him that to be right one doesn't have to be impolite and loud. He agreed and the nurse smiled.</p><p>He was admitted with endocarditis affecting a young heart abused by intravenous recreational drugs. There was a long history of self experimentations, denials, and justifications. There were life trials and legal judgments and the ultimate damage to the earthly body with a weak heart. He wanted to survive, and I saw his struggle to hold on; he was trying to be alive by doing the right thing. Two percent milk was his water of life at the moment.</p><p>To some, a healthy lifestyle is not a choice but the order of the day. Their life may seem dry to those who judge them, those who use and abuse their bodies. To some, extra cheese pizza with a diet soda keeps all stakeholders happy. The journey of a man from a dependency on intravenous drugs to fighting for two percent milk may have its own tale: fear, regret, anger, hope.</p><p><br /></p>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-23957418916089010842020-09-26T23:46:00.020-04:002020-12-03T23:41:37.415-05:00"arthritic hands, artistic hands"<p style="text-align: justify;">She looked very much in pain as she was complaining about her hands. She was in her 40s and suffering from severe arthritis which made her hands deformed. She told me with a half-smile about her limitations of holding objects like rock, paper, and scissors. To my surprise, she was not complaining of pain in her fingers or hands that was so obvious to me by the look of her red, hot, swollen fingers, and hands.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">To my curiosity, I asked her whether the pain in her hands bother her as they looked painful. She replied as she looked at her deformed fingers; yes, it pains me as unable to hold the hands of my children. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I saw at that moment the pain in her eyes while she was looking at her hands. She had no other regret as not able to hold a brush or canvas, food or drink, even to button up or unzip.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">To some, arthritis is the trapped negativity affecting joints as a pent up emotion among people. So, they suggest to resolve and relieve with forgiveness.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Others find those deformed hands as the result of physiology altering autoimmune and, degenerative wear and tear under the grind of the aging calendar of once life.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">But, some may see the hand of God working through a mother's hand; the artistic hands that once carve the life of a child with her loving embrace, now a yearning to hold on as long as she can even she can't with her arthritic hands. That day I saw the pain in her hands radiating to her eyes.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">That day I saw a mother who was mourning for the loss of her hold; to hold the hands of her children and that was her true pain.</p><div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">Blessings on the hand of women!</span></i></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">Angels guard its strength and grace,</span></i></div><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="background-color: transparent;"><span face="sans-serif" style="color: #202122;">In the palace, cottage, hovel,</span></i></div></span><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="background-color: transparent;"><span face="sans-serif" style="color: #202122;">Oh, no matter where the place;</span></i></div></span><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="background-color: transparent;"><span face="sans-serif" style="color: #202122;">Would that never storms assailed it,</span></i></div></span><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="background-color: transparent;"><span face="sans-serif" style="color: #202122;">Rainbows ever gently curled;</span></i></div></span><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="background-color: transparent;"><span face="sans-serif" style="color: #202122;">For the hand that rocks the cradle</span></i></div></span><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="background-color: transparent;"><span face="sans-serif" style="color: #202122;">Is the hand that rules the world.</span></i></div></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;"><i>(What Rules The World: Willam Ross Wallace 1865)</i></span></p></div>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-24265787577257924942020-09-12T21:30:00.003-04:002020-09-14T00:11:08.493-04:00"the invisible umbilical cord"<p>He had a car accident and he broke bones as a collateral injury as he was describing his injuries to us in the treatment room. He told us that his car was declared totaled by his insurance. He said that was nothing unusual as it happens when cars and people go through these accidents. Some people have these lifetime experiences; some people's life changes and some may lose a life.</p><p>He was talkative, agitated like a manic, and his mother was stressed. He was acting out, he may have a concussion besides other differential diagnoses considered.</p><p>He was in his twenties and a survivor of a serious car accident. I saw him having the usual issues of his generation like believing in recreational Marijuana better than alcohol instead of a gateway drug, the power of social media rather than a pleasure addiction Pavlov.</p><p>As I saw the interaction between a son and his mother, there was nothing but arguments. He was not even listening to her even out of respect. I saw his mother's heartbreak showing on her face. He looked like as he was lost in his stormy life of drugs, accidents, mental illness, a broken family, and the latest car accident.</p><p>To some, he was still attached to an invisible umbilical cord as his mother was supporting his existence under all circumstances. Others saw the toll of mental illness of a loved one which consumes their healthy anchors to rot with early aging and wrinkles.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-48505388164137978602020-09-02T00:22:00.006-04:002020-09-02T00:28:19.659-04:00God's Favorite Sport<p>She came to see me for a medical evaluation as an outpatient visit. Besides her eyesight issues, I found her doing great at being 77 years old. There was no history of diabetes, hypertension, mini-stroke, cancer, or arthritis. No aches or pains. I was pleasantly surprised. To me, she was amazingly well for her age. I told her that people like her will make doctors out of business soon. She smiled.</p><p>She told me that her favorite hobby was swimming and she was doing it for a long time, Offcourse now 77 and started at age 6.</p><p>She told me that she always felt connected to water throughout her life. She had swum in oceans too. Then she asked me that did I knew what is God's favorite sport, and replied as smoothly as she had put her question as she saw my utter ignorance. She said God's favorite sport is swimming. I smiled as she appeared to me that she knew that for a fact. </p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #191e23; font-family: merriweather, serif; font-size: 24px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">“It is He who created the heavens and the earth in six periods, and His throne extends over the water, so as to test which of you does best…”</p><p><cite style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #6c7781; display: block; font-family: merriweather, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; margin: 7px 0px 0px; outline: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; position: relative; text-align: right; z-index: 1;">Qur’an 11:7</cite></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-45026489494613762302020-04-16T02:42:00.001-04:002020-08-23T00:56:50.555-04:00COVID-19: The Micro Equalizer <br />
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and dealing with his condition, I also asked to share his views. He started to
talk as being a teacher, and then a short conversation became a full topic
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">As COVID -19 has taken over most of the countries of the
world, borders are blurred, and walls are insignificant to contain it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scarfs and face masks were considered as
"not our values" in some places and legally banned within some
countries but not only the women but men are also recommended to wear it now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The poor and rich countries are equally
struggling to contain it, and both are short in masks and supplies. The
civilized nations are suffering more than uncivilized in some accounts. He
continued, people are homebound, businesses are closed, streets and roads are
barren. Oil prices are down so much so as no one believed, raising questions
about oil companies' profit margins they were making on us for so long.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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people as it was reminded before in a Quranic story "The Elephant" which
states: "Have you not considered, [O Muhammad, PBUH], how your Lord dealt with
the companions of the elephant? Did He not make their plan into misguidance?
And He sent against them birds in flocks. Striking them with stones of hard
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Just look at the falls of giants as the global economies nose
dive, scientific advances collapses, and powerful governments struggle, and this
should remind us that a microscopic virus (like the striking birds with a
stone) can shut down world engines and our routines as we were becoming
arrogant and out of our realm. Interestingly. the old quotes are now being
constantly reminded to us; Desiderius Erasmus's "prevention is better than
cure" and Benjamin Franklin's "an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure." An amazingly humbling feeling as all advances come back to
simple basics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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happenings under our noses as it is as if we have been looking away from
killings without due process, invasions and occupations of minds, people and
lands. We are accomplices as global citizens in crimes against humanity by
remaining silent. We did not stand for those who could not stand for themselves.
The greed of power and absolute greed for absolute power of a few and muted
response from the majority has brought down upon us the ultimate modern-day
experience named COVID-19<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">I see hope when I see a race to innovate for the cure to save lives, the rise of self-introspection
as people are looking in themselves. I read news of blue skies in cities with
pollution mitigation and improvement<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in
air quality,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>people to people contacts, near and distant relatives to check-in via phones or face time, strangers
are being helped, tolerance<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>developing<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to respect differences of opinions, people
are connecting<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dots on<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the map<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>human sufferings even in
places that are not even their piece of the pie. I believe in goodness among each of us, findings its way to keep us whole as humane-being. If we remember our
lessons as being taught now, I have no doubt that God willing, we will rise
again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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restrictions, social distancing, and barren roads and streets. We are living in a surreal "walking dead" episode as some may relate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> It</span> looks like that even hope has also been locked down
somewhere these days by wearing a mask or a full personal protection equipment while we are bombarded with doom and gloom.<br />
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Still some among us are looking at the heart of the humanity which is in full swing to help and care for those who needed the most. They are availing the best of the blue skies, the availability of time to fix the clutters at homes, family time together, and the life as it was before. The modern life war fare of rush hours, traffic grid locks, road rage, shopping sprees, dog walking, concerts, festivals, gatherings, hand shakes, hugs and kisses are on hold and though rain checks are available but not in site yet.</div>
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One may consider as doing an imaginary journey as if how people were living during the times of previous killer epidemics, and may ponder how those people reacted during there sufferings if there was an internet at the time of the great plague to kill time out of boredom. </div>
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a soul searching path, and to have a yearning for the truth in times of chaos as one can find an opportunity to excel as well.<o:p></o:p></div>
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To some we find them scared of a viral pandemic and looking
for a mask to protect themselves from the sickness while abusing substances, they are the ones who are selective in their choice of poisons to die; others are wearing masks all along throughout their lives to hide their hypocrisies.<o:p></o:p><br />
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May the mask protect all of us from the virus as it reveals the greatest
secret of life that breath counts, especially the clean one.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-37203171209568928092019-10-20T16:08:00.004-04:002019-10-20T16:21:59.189-04:00"buying good rather than goods"Mighty money, gives you power and choices. Steve Job has it all but not having health can be limiting. History has proven it over and over, again and again. But, I think, history is never there to teach us: it is a story of past doings of others, you may learn but largely used as a reference to cross reference past doings in current times. It happens before, it can happen now with similar consequences. The people who make history usually may not be aware of history as they are busy in making it.<br />
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He was writing his new book and having limitations to talk and write has given him option to blink and command. That was one of the innovations for ALS patients. <br />
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He showed his writing on computer screen, and wanted my opinion.<br />
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Sure, amazing thoughts. Money can buy you a lots of goods, and he wrote. I would buy good rather than just goods. I smiled and I looked at his eyes, and I saw a free spirited mind, defiant of his caged soul in an occupied body under ALS.<br />
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To some, money brings a piece of peace. The choices, options and freedom to buy stuff, new and shinning. They are preoccupied by happiness through glitter to get clutter; stored as it get old fashioned and sometimes misfit as aging process affect.<br />
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Others, use money to buy good by helping others. I saw his thoughts were showing up on the screen one alphabet at a time, and he continued, those are the ones who comfortably move on as the last jacket has no pockets as you take with you no goods, but only good you have sent forward.Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-40279094310511364812019-10-06T15:27:00.000-04:002019-10-06T23:27:55.580-04:00" what can be worst than a fart"As I was seeing him while he was an in-patient with a room shared with another patient, suddenly his expression changed. He was obviously uncomfortable which was supported by his expressions of being very upset about something. I asked him, are you in pain. He said, not really. How about your breathing, he said not too bad. Then what is bothering you, I asked.<br />
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He answerd me with rather a question. What can be worst than a fart?<br />
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I did not knew what to say. I smiled and replied, you can tell me, I am your doctor.<br />
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He said that the man on next bed has visitors who come after smoking pot, its odor is all over them and he never liked skunk odor. No one likes it.<br />
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It is true that pot has some thiols, what may be associated with skunk spray, but I am not sure as I am no expert. He kept talking about; why people don't respect other people choices too when they demand their right to chose; life style, food, smoking and freedom of speech.<br />
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To some, recreational use of substances exceed the threshold of choices others too have, like breathing non adultered clean air. You may not smell fresh roses or blooming orchids freshness all the times. You may not smell of rain forest often, but how about breathing neutral clean air. Air with no contamination of burning pot or tobacco: no one wants to have others spit then why breath others foul air.<br />
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To others, life cannot be easy as winning one battle of choices bring them face to face with other fights and realities of life; chronic pains, anxiety, disability, single parenthood, social inequality, issues of relationship with family-fellow being-God. There are many questions but few answers for a curious mind. Probably recreational use of anything will not change the ground realities of ones situation but it may buy time to fight it out another day. In the grand scheme of life both suffer as how pot smells to non pot smokers, why they smoke pot and is there is something else can be there. There are many questions again.<br />
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We need a Zebra Law. Every one just laughed and thought that concussion after his car accident affected him. He was talking otherwise normal sentences with normal affect.</div>
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He was a driver involved in a car accident. He was wearing seat belt, his air bag deployed, and he got multiple injuries. He was rear ended at a pedestrian crossing when he was trying to stop for an inattentive pedestrian, who suddenly stepped on the road and keep walking. As per this man's recollection, that pedestrian was fully occupied on his cell phone looking at it with ear plugs. He was not seeing the on coming traffic, as well as not even able to hear wheels and noise of traffic. No one knew what was so important for him to not pay attention on the road while crossing it. But that is a daily observation of all of us, pedestrian are more and more self absorbed species like on a suicide mission. They use their right with certain degree of impunity even risking lives: theirs and others.<br />
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That pedestrian was saved by the sacrifice of this man, who was now being treated for injuries like he was Saving Private Ryan. He got concussion and now he was adamant to have a Zebra Law.</div>
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As he became more stable, I reminded him about his utterances of words at his presentation to the hospital; some sentences were logical others were still trying to find meanings. He was confused, and certainly struggling to survive at that time.</div>
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He was recovering so I asked him about the law which he was proposing . He looked at me, and with a clear voice said, Zebra law will require drivers to honk on inattentive pedestrians while on the pedestrian crossings. That will be a Zebra alert and will save lives like a no text and driving law for drivers. We need to respect roads and life.</div>
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Sadly, as far as we know that the pedestrian who was saved by this man, will never know about his actions and responsibility for that avoidable accident. He may also not know about this truly unsung hero who saved his life. </div>
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<br />Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-42237482227145581002019-04-07T01:05:00.000-04:002019-04-07T22:29:50.468-04:00"losing sight to gain vision"The eye surgery did not go well for him. Being a diabetic was not easy for him, and then the complication associated with high blood sugar arrived for him.<br />
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To some, a disease wants to be acknowledged like some tragedies need to be respected; some quietly, others out loud. The proclamation of a diagnosis is not a medal, it is a name tag assigned to identify that more is coming. There are requirements of life style changes to following diets, watching calories, getting tested, finger pricks with a glucometer, and keeping up with supplies. There are doctors visits, friends' and family's opinions, people's judgments and comments. Life is tough and so on.<br />
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He was a non-compliant patient as he described himself, who was living to eat. He was not overweight which made him not believe or be convinced by what his doctors were telling him all along. Then he was diagnosed with Diabetes. He took the news as doom and gloom. He struggled with why me questions. Even then he did not do enough to support his compromised metabolism. He kept his habits, he kept his taste buds happy and it took him no time to get to where other diabetics would have taken years to get to: eye sight issues as a complication of diabetes among other things.<br />
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As we were talking about his diabetic care the other day, he told me about his love for food and what a sacrifice it is to him to not eat what is not good for him. He told me that he is now a very diet conscious person.<br />
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To some, there are sacrifices of a preventable nature before the loss of ones eye sight occurs. It is as if they had the vision to avoid foreseeable future tragedy. Others sadly gain vision only after losing their sight, and contrary to most understandings of conventional wisdom, we may say that hindsight vision is not always twenty-twenty.<br />
<br />Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-74448746482824119912019-04-05T23:15:00.002-04:002019-04-05T23:49:20.428-04:00"footnotes and fine print"It appears as no one wants to learn from history. That was true then, it is true now. Look at our politicians. We are all interested in ancestry.com to find out something about us. Some is fantasy, some is curiosity and some has nothing else to do. But what about the connections we already know. The established facts about our family history and our susceptibility to certain diseases with a reasonable certainty. For example, our DNA and our parents smoking history, their cancers and our smoking habits and our risks. He said it all. He was on a roll, then he had a smile. It looked like that he was in a debate and he just won the argument.<br />
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He was a know-it all doctor before professor Google time. I saw him as a patient. He was an inhouse consultant as he designated himself. He was a self proclaimed grand round moderator. The problem was that it was a non stop grand round, like a 24 hours breaking news from a mainstream TV channel. He won't stop talking and listen to others, he was suffering from an illness affecting his mind and body, and others souls. His loved ones were suffering as seeing him fading away in a losing battle of cancer.<br />
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He smoked all his life. A better judgment was expected from him. His parents had cancers. But as they say we are humans first then doctors, and we all breath the same air of life: stresses, life events, losses and triumphs. Our daily life goes on as we forget, we ignore, we come up with excuses, we are running around to catch up chores and we lose the things so dear to ourselves, our health.<br />
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As a practicing physician he must have seen patients with cancers and he must have surely given them advices to stop smoking . I have seen the classic pictures in medical history books where doctors were in pictures, smoking a cigarette or a cigar while in wards seeing patients. Though it does sound not so classic now but we know that some doctors still smoke and their drinking habits are phenomenal. They are the ones who are at risk by choice.<br />
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To some history is a story of past events cataloged in a time stamped calendar, and it is not supposed to teach us anything, it is just what happened then. To others, history has a story header with detailed accounts of cause and effect with footnotes and fine print. We cannot learn by ignoring the footnotes and fine print of our history, our DNA. We can certainly modify and change our risk profile, and ultimately make a new history of better us if we just pay enough attention to what is already known to us; our DNA, our family history.<br />
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<br />Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-41102963205091343722019-03-30T00:34:00.003-04:002019-04-07T22:04:04.923-04:00surgical strike vs surgical reformsMaking their child a doctor is many parents' dream . This is especially true in most of the so called underdeveloped countries, where daily challenges of life make dreams of a beautiful future soften the ugliness of present day survival. There are different reasons besides having prestige in a society, but the bottom line remains that in brining financial security for their children, how much their parents struggle while supporting them to become doctors.<br />
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Doctors are born heroes, they live through life miracles and witness the strength of human beings when the going gets tough. They hold the hands of those who have phantom pain, and those who cannot hold themselves for other reasons of mind and body. They witness the ultimate weakness in our potential inability for self care and dependence on others to feed, clean, hold, and put to bed and bed pan.<br />
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Then on the other side, the news flash of the reality that doctors burnout. So many are leaving the profession of health and healing to keep their own sanity. The daily tasks of computer clicks, quality measures, insurance denials, patients demands, cost of medications and medication rationing; to fit things into the insurance tier, can make these resilent souls have an out-of-body experience on a daily basis.<br />
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The other day I was told, "she left last month", one of the doctors I knew well, and then yesterday, "he left", another doctor I knew. They could not bear the torture of man and machine: administrative and everything electronic. The software for electronic medical records and billing, care more about human clicks on a key board then the tender loving human touch for patients. It is like death by clicks. The odds are against us by the surgical strike brought down by machines and their masters. The burden of that struggle is to balance our computer clicks with human touch in our profession, which has crushed many of our colleagues with beautiful minds and souls.<br />
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Now is the time for doctors to look for restorative surgical reforms from becoming stressed, diabetic, obese, hypertensive, alcoholic, bald, big-bellied, thick-glassed, grey-haired and sleep-deprived individuals. We must save ourselves to save humanity; after all we are human first. We need better understanding of self care, sleeping well, eating well and living well to become beautiful like movie stars again. We need to practice what we preach to our patients. No one will argue that a doctor is always a star in their own lifetime movie, named by living though the stages of life; they are always there ready to provide care.<br />
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To some, the fight is to keep up the most precious values of being a doctor alive and well. Others are sadly down-trodden, though they remember once upon a time they were the guardians of health and healing, too.</div>
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<br />Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-70364447362730911932019-01-03T00:27:00.000-05:002019-04-07T21:26:45.450-04:00"best of both worlds: health and money"<div class="ydpfcc5fb37yahoo-style-wrap" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
He was suffering from physical ailments but his mind was strong and sharp. He was a successful man from any worldly calculations. He was powerful with his money but weak in health, now he was dying.</div>
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As I started to know him with caring for him, I found him interesting. He never complained about why him, with all the this or that of getting sick. He was kind and humble. His lungs were failing him with interstitial lung disease and so was his heart, from right heart failure and pulmonary hypertension.</div>
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He was a good man with a good heart, as one of staff member announced one day, and he smiled with a negative nod, which made all of us laugh. We all felt for his struggle of trying to catch his breath to talk, to breath, to eat and to sleep. He was dying, and his oxygen saturation drifted even if the wind blew in a different direction. He was frail, not a candidate for lung transplantation, which he could have opted for if his body would have allowed him. </div>
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To some money is everything, and in the art of getting it deprive their bodies of their well being. By ignoring the castle, they lead to its fall with inflictions of disease or accident. Others have beliefs like 'money is the root of all evil', and choose to ignore the choices of the good they may do if they had money in the first place.</div>
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The wise strive for both money and health. They invest in their health as they do in their money. They are the ones who can enjoy life at its best 'til the last shoe drops. With a long season of spring surrounded by familiar faces, life can be simple by having the best of both worlds; health and money, as without one the other is no fun. Ask any person rich or poor, the answer will not surprise a conscious mind.</div>
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As I was brought to the Emergency room and been face to face with the receptionist after my car accident. I was asked multiple questions as required; I answered all of those and without any salutations of Dr. or MD with my name. I was asked to wait in the assigned area. I followed promptly as I wanted to be an exemplary patient, shy of being found as a doctor in house.<br />
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The wait time added on in minutes turning in to hours but nothing moved. In the mean time family and friend support was available as a God sent blessing. <br />
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Being a patient with suspected whiplash and concussion who had reported earlier to front desk with symptoms of headache, nausea, lighthededness, feeling of passing out and elevated BP did not moved anyone that day. People around me were suffering from cough and pain , and other undisclosed ailments. The place was full of ailing humanity and interestingly a doctor was also in attendance on the receiving end of health care system. He was quite as affraid of being spotted, or judged for any preferential treatment he may receive. He got nothing but that day made him feel ignored and fearful.</span><br />
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That day, no one came to do BP check until four hours after, and no actual assessment was ever done including to shine light on pupils whether equal and reactive, or even to see window to my soul.<br />
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No one or every one there on that day.<br />
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There was no triage, that was a problem. The system need an overhaul, probably a full circle of same human touch as was in the prehistoric era of pen and paper, when actual RN or MD were seeing you as an intial triage. I observed that staff were busy in talking about call schedules, vacations times, end of shift issues but no one did an intial triage on me. <br />
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That day proved that we all are equal in suffering, we all suffer the same way unless we learn from it. I am glad that day I survived against the man made odds; clearly remembering that what does not kill you make you strong to have a good fight on an another day.</span>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-61542758793970980092018-02-09T22:56:00.002-05:002018-02-09T22:59:51.820-05:00Kids are made of Plastics<br />
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I met him first time on his initial office visit I found him focused, rational
and wanted to be healthy. He was doing what a health conscious middle age man
can do. His routine of exercise and diet were amazing but I have noticed his
struggle of wanting more from himself to be better in health, staying away from
medications, able to do things he loved as long as he can. He wanted to lose
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have few visits, life was moving on as it always does, he wanted to run and not
get sore or get aches or pain as he had none in past. He was wondering why, as it
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Some
look at life as a journey on a time machine with a stop watch which will be activated
at some point. We born and grow from an infant to teen then aged as old and
frail. Our bodies, metabolism change.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>In
the process some lose hair, gain weight, develop wrinkles, and wear diapers. It
looks like as a circle of life.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Others
struggle as why we don’t stay the same; young and quick even as we age. Someday
it will be possible, may be time can be freezed until then we will age. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>As he continued to wonder that may be kids are
made of plastics as they quickly bounce back after any falls sometimes crying
but in the end laughing as a bundle of joy. I saw he wanted being that kid
again badly with his lit up eyes; we all do, though some wanted it more than
others.</span></span></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-family: "calibri";"></span>Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866444316154669976.post-79484650249115047762017-06-08T23:36:00.001-04:002017-06-08T23:38:00.521-04:00"living in your own skin"Once upon a time we all lived in our own skin then living life made us change. We develop opinions, concepts, likes and dislikes. We interfere, intrude and judge. Life became a tangled pair of socks in a washing machine which otherwise always gets missing.<br />
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He was trying to live in his own skin, who is he to judge others. He was very clear but he caught me with a surprise as I was asking him about the noise in his room and offering him options for relief.<br />
He was admitted after a car accident with multitude of injuries, in a ward with each room housed two patients at a given time. His roommate, the other patient, liked to watch TV louder and at odd times. I was informed by the nurse to talk to them. So I did.<br />
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One was deaf and needed loud noise as to barely hear and other was covered in dressings with barely moving a finger.<br />
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To some what is left in the aftermath is a blessing to count. He was happy to be alive and for him the fasad of loud noise was a sign of life .<br />
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As others complaints about the loud noise. They were caught up in the perception of being a voice for some one who could not care for himself unknowingly that he did not cared as it was not bothering him a bit. The noise , and its inconvenience were blocked by the curtain between their beds, he smiled and made his point.<br />
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In life, knowing that everyone was right is truly an amazing experience !!Daanishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679198751327836927noreply@blogger.com4