Thursday.
Happy diwali.
Sunny.
Had a pretty tough week previously, been riding several emotional roller coasters actually. These days I am actually busy encouraging one old tata (tata= grandfather in kannada) for post-amputation physiotherapy. [Yea the same tata that I mentioned in the previous post]. Sometimes I get very angry at him when he isnt cooperative during physio sessions, but I keep telling myself to be patient and give lots of positive reinforcement. And now, finally he has started getting down from the bed and tried walking!!! *claps* Seeinf him everyday makes me feel happy and contented, even though I am so frustrated with all other stuff at the same time.
It makes me feel all my stupid work are worthy. All those screaming from seniors are worthy.
Especially when discharged patients come back to the OPD for follow up and they want to talk to you. They want to let you know that they are good, and their "hello doctor how are you?" means soooo much to me.
Yesterday when I went shopping I met a salesman who greeted me with a generous smile. and asked if I could recognise him. I apologised and said no. He then introduced himself and asked if I remember a girl named Bharathi who was admitted a few weeks back in the hospital. I think I came across this name but still couldnt exactly remember whos that. It was actually her daughter who was admitted in Paeds Surgery for VUR repair and that I remember post operatively that poor girl suffered with alot of pain.
But afterwards she improved day by day and she used to give me high five every morning hehe. The salesman said thank you so much for all those times and I was so touched. I was only in Paed Surgery for 5 days! and people remember what I did *wipes tears*
Sometimes I rant so much about how terrible my life is, how insignificant all my works mean, how much oxygen I am wasting in this globe.
But people like this keep me going. They keep me reminded that I imprint on their life. They tell me not to forget why I chose this path at the first place.
And I am writing these stories down so that if one day I really want to give up, I have things to look back and tell me to hold on.
Happy diwali.
Sunny.
Had a pretty tough week previously, been riding several emotional roller coasters actually. These days I am actually busy encouraging one old tata (tata= grandfather in kannada) for post-amputation physiotherapy. [Yea the same tata that I mentioned in the previous post]. Sometimes I get very angry at him when he isnt cooperative during physio sessions, but I keep telling myself to be patient and give lots of positive reinforcement. And now, finally he has started getting down from the bed and tried walking!!! *claps* Seeinf him everyday makes me feel happy and contented, even though I am so frustrated with all other stuff at the same time.
It makes me feel all my stupid work are worthy. All those screaming from seniors are worthy.
Especially when discharged patients come back to the OPD for follow up and they want to talk to you. They want to let you know that they are good, and their "hello doctor how are you?" means soooo much to me.
Yesterday when I went shopping I met a salesman who greeted me with a generous smile. and asked if I could recognise him. I apologised and said no. He then introduced himself and asked if I remember a girl named Bharathi who was admitted a few weeks back in the hospital. I think I came across this name but still couldnt exactly remember whos that. It was actually her daughter who was admitted in Paeds Surgery for VUR repair and that I remember post operatively that poor girl suffered with alot of pain.
But afterwards she improved day by day and she used to give me high five every morning hehe. The salesman said thank you so much for all those times and I was so touched. I was only in Paed Surgery for 5 days! and people remember what I did *wipes tears*
Sometimes I rant so much about how terrible my life is, how insignificant all my works mean, how much oxygen I am wasting in this globe.
But people like this keep me going. They keep me reminded that I imprint on their life. They tell me not to forget why I chose this path at the first place.
And I am writing these stories down so that if one day I really want to give up, I have things to look back and tell me to hold on.
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