Who was she? 

As always, she stepped into the ward and reported to her senior.. The senior said could you just treat the patient on bed no. 9? Yes of course, why not.. As she walked towards the bed, she saw the patient lying on the bed with the leg covered.. She knew it was a case of celluilitis.. 

She read the file and asked him, his complaints.. By his side, stood his wife answering all the questions.. She then said to the patient, lets get started with some exercises.. The patient agreed.. She kept asking questions answering which the wife started sobbing, complaining about all the problems.. Listening carefully to what the wife said, she replied.. Its okay it happens.. She knew well, that the patients wife needed someone who could listen.. And then there was a new speaker, it was the patient himself, for the first time, he finally opened up, to tell what all he had been feeling.. And now she listened even more carefully, which made her realise that the patients problem was in his mind.. He wasn’t stressed about his impairment, but about how he would be dealing with it.. 

      She made it her point, to make him realise how she could help him deal with his problem, listening to what, he felt content.. She then left saying, i want you to remember and do all that has been told.. 

      Next day, when she walked towards him, she saw him smiling, she knew, she was rendering the right treatment.. She asked him how do you feel, he said alot better.. She then said, i would like to see how well you remember the exercises taught. Before she could, move on, the patient said madam, I wanted to ask a question.. Yes of course, she said, go on.. He said, mam is it okay if i have a bath, as i am a bit apprehensive about the water entering the wound.. She replied, asking what was told to him by the medical professional, and he said, yes the doctor has told me have a bath, but I thought I should ask you once.. 

       Those words asking for her permission, for a query small as such, inspite of the authority, higher than her, telling him what to do, left her with nothing to speak.. She tried her best, to make him understand that he should be doing whatever he was told to do, by the doctor, without any hesitation.. 

       There she stood infront of that patient wearing that white coat, with a mindset and a badge of just a 2nd year Bpth student.. She was now,  being compared to a MD(Doctor of Medicine) by profession.. 

       She knew well that her knowledge at that level of education was not even worth the comparison.. But the way she portrayed the values of humanity was worth all the respect she was endowed with.. 

      That day she was enlightened by the fact that the respect she received was not for the white coat she wore, but the attitude she bore.. 

      Now, she knew the reason of her patients compliance.. It made her happy to see her patient remember all that was told to him.. 

      Her happiness knew no bounds, because now she exactly knew, who she wanted to be.. Her patient himself, defined her worth.. What more could she ask for? 

      All she did to get that respect was, she listened to whom, no one listened.. Cared about whom, no one cared.. 

She was the patient’s physical therapist.. And now she knew her real identity.. 

Why do i care? 

   Often people ask me, why do I go to the wards and check upon my patients regularly.. They ask me, do you get emotionally attached to your patients? And honestly I prefer to keep quiet, and let the silence answer this one.. 

   Well the truth is, its not about getting attached to a particular patient, its about caring enough about the patient you’ve been treating in the hospital for a while.. Its about checking on how their improving.. It makes me feel good to see my patients improve.. And it isn’t a sin, right? 

   It’s not about, being emotionally weak, that makes me feel my patients pain, its about me being a human.. The fact is that I’m not just a therapist, but also a human.. I agree to the fact, that getting deeply involved with a patient, so much so that, it starts affecting my personal life, isn’t a good thing for me.. But for me, it’s just that i care.. And I still have a personal life, trust me.. And guess what? This is exactly, what has helped me gain respect for that white coat that I wear.. It was never for those marks that I achieved, it was never for the treatment I gave, it was just the way I made them feel, I cared.. 

    Infact whatever I do for my Patients makes me worth their rememberance.. And this is the most precious thing for me.. If my patients could remember me for how much I cared for them, in times of their need, it makes me a successful therapist.. Thats all I know.. 

    I don’t know why, people fail to realise that a patient would understand your ability of being a great medical professional on the basis of their(patients) own knowledge.. And their knowledge is very limited in terms of their right treatment.. No matter what treatment I give, the patient would always judge me only on his/her own knowledge..

     Every therapist learns the same things and has the same amount of knowledge, leading them to get their degrees, right? 

    The question is, then why do patients prefer a particular therapist, to get themselves treated? 

   The reason is, it’s not the treatment, but the way you treat and care for the patient, that helps them judge how good you are at your job, because this is exactly the extent to what their knowledge is limited to, and that is what makes you worth their rememberance.. 

     And this is why, i check on my patients regularly, to let them know, someone cares.. And this is something they would remember me for, not for the treatment.. 

     Most of the times patients and relatives complain that no one listens and no one cares, and when I do, they value it.. I give my patients what they need.. And that’s all, that is required for them to feel better.. 

    This is what I want my patients to feel, and this is what defines my worth as a therapist in my patients mind.. That is all I care about.. 

    Where people belong to a profession same as that of mine, where the patient is the main priority, a question as such could still arise? 

    Why do you check on your patients regularly? Well because, MAY BE THATS MY JOB… 

You are just a thought 

Suppose if I tell you, that you are not more, than just a meer thought of your mind, then would you believe me? 

I mean, i could try my best to make you believe the same.. And here’s how.. 

Now considering the fact that you have a body, which is something you were born with, and you acknowledge it as your own, i would like to ask you a question.. 

Does this body actually belong to you? I mean, this body that you acknowledge as your very own, is it actually your’s? Did you create it yourself? 

The answer is NO

You were blessed with it right? Whatever you might call it as, maybe nature or God who blessed you with it.. 

So now the question is that how can you call something as your own, that you didn’t even create yourself? 

Now considering that the body isn’t your’s, then what is it, that is a part of you? That you call “ME”… It’s just the thought that you think of, to describe yourself.. Thats the real you.. 

You are just a thought, created by the mind belonging to the brain that you were blessed with, by God or nature, as you might call it.. 

You are not what you see yourself as, you are what you think yourself to be.. 

What belongs to you, is not your body, but your thought… And hence you are just a meer thought.. 

Smile Please.. 

Have you ever come across people, who always have a smile on their face whenever you happen to look at them? That smile is somehow the best smile.. I don’t know how, but even looking at such people makes you feel better.. It just puts you in a good mood.. 

I always wonder how someone can manage to keep a smiling face all throughout the day… Don’t they have problems in life? Don’t they get sad when things don’t go their way?.. 

Or may be they smile because they know that they could deal with all the problems without letting their smile, vanish of their faces… 

I wish we all could learn to smile and just keep smiling to wave off our hard times.. 

I realised, as a physical therapist, I could use my smile as a modality to relieve my patient’s anxiety, apprehension, fear and tensed feelings.. Infact this is what has helped me treat them better.. 

So try to find a reason to smile and make others smile.. 

Life is a drama

The Life your living is a drama.. All around, you find people trying to be who they aren’t.. Its almost like they are selling themselves to you, for you to accept them for what they are trying to be.. 

          Infact the best part about the drama, are the actors taking part.. These days, the time you spend talking to people makes you realise, how great an actor they are.. I mean hats off to them.. The way they portray each and every emotion, to make people believe it to be true is commendable.. You have people lying to you, to make you believe its true.. You have people trying to bond with you just for some added benefit from you.. 

       Today when I encounter such people, it really gets on my nerves.. I always ask myself, why do such people even exist? I hope to find an answer to this question.. 

        But the one thing that I learnt from such people was how to not be someone like them.. This is indeed one of the most important lessons of my life.. 

Be a human

One of those things that makes me proud of myself is the fact that I was brought up in a way that taught me to be modest, honest, caring and helpful.. And I thank my parents for that.. 

Today when I look around , I realise that being all of this, are qualities to be less found.. Its just so rare.. 

Growing up as an introvert, people always considered my way of keeping quiet as being egoistic and arrogant.. People judged me from my background to be someone who was too proud of who she was.. The truth being far away from what they thought.. 

But the best thing was, that when people used to come up and speak to me, they used to get to know the real me.. Most of the times, I used to have people telling me, that they realised me to be completely different than what they thought of me to be.. 

Hearing to all those good words they used, to describe me, made me feel good about myself, but I never realised the importance of that.. As I grew older, surrounding myself with new people I realised I had qualities that were no where to be found.. 

People were egoistic, disrespectful, selfish and dishonest.. I’m happy I wasn’t brought up this way.. This is what made me realise the importance of the way I was brought up.. And I’m grateful to God for the kind of parents I have.. They taught me to be a good human.. They taught me to respect everyone, be it whoever, rich or poor, elder or young.. They taught me to be selfless, helping others going out of my way, they taught me to be caring, they taught me to be honest.. And one of the most important things, they taught me the way to be humble.. Today, these are the qualities that make me suit my profession.. 

I can’t thank GOD enough for blessing me with such parents.. My parents are who taught me to grow, with my feet, still in touch with the ground.. 

 They are who, made me, ME.. 

People are teachers..

Out of those many people you would meet in your life, some would be those whom you would wish to never have met..

But guess what, we need to realise that we all are a product of what happened and who made it happen.. Consider something bad that happened to you, that you wished never happened.. Now the fact that it happened, made you the way you are today.. Isnt it? 

For instance, someone who betrayed your trust, made you such that now you don’t trust people easily.. Well that’s gud .. Because now you wouldn’t really get fooled by someone in future like you did in your past.. 

Trust me each and every person you meet has something to teach you, it depends on you, if you make it a point to learn something from them or not.. 

I know it hurts, but you see you cant learn to ride a bicycle, unless you fall and get hurt.. Its just a part of life and we need to accept it gracefully.. 

Some people teach you what to do, and some what not to… 

Your job is to take your lesson, after all life is a lesson taught by people as teachers ..