The case..

She stood there outside the cabin, just to get a sign on the patient’s case she had presented to the professor.. 

Earlier, at the time she was documenting the case in the journal, all the thoughts just rolled up.. She recollected how she had been taking care of that patient, each day she went to the ward, just to see if he was okay.. Everyday she treated him, so that one day she could see him open his eyes and talk to his relatives.. She remembered how she ran, everyday in the corridor, just to enter the ward, with the fear to see if he was there and not gone.. The sight of him lying there on the bed unconscious, was far more better than him being missing, which would depict he was no more, she believed.. Everynight the only thing that scared the shit out of her was, what if she didn’t see him tomorrow.. That thought kept her awake for most of the time at night.. 

Everyday she walked upto his bed to treat him, his relatives looked upto her as an answerer to all questions.. They some how believed in her alot.. Thats what made her realise, she was good at her job.. They told her how, his grandchildren used to come to meet him, and how his sister’s came to tie him a rakhi in the hospital.. Everyday they asked her, will he be good, madam? 

The patients condition was such that, she could not answer anything.. She just asked them to keep faith.. She knew she could be wrong, but as they say, faith had the power to change everything.. God knows, what could just happen.. 

She thought, is this way a person could get punished for missing his blood pressure medications for a single day.. 

She remembered how bad she controlled her emotions, when his wife used to cry infront of her.. She knew, she had to make the patients relatives more stronger and that’s why, she chose to make them believe how strong faith can be.. 

Everyday, she put her hand on the patients wrinkled forehead and thought that one day everything would be okay.. Rendering a smile to the relatives, she used turn her back to leave, with the thought that kept her awake, eating her for most of the time.. 

Inspite of knowing the fact, that the patient’s prognosis wasn’t that good, she tried her best… All she wanted was, that the children never lost their grandfather, for she knew what it felt like to loose one.. 

She still remembered, how the relatives thanked her for all she did for the patient, and their faces depicted well, how much they meant it.. 

Days passed and his condition improved.. And she was happy to see the patient opening his eyes and finally looking at her to see who had been treating him for days.. That day, she held his hand and felt how faith had changed things for good.. 

Her posting was about to change and it was a last day there in the ward, and she left happily, making sure that the relatives knew whom to contact if they ever needed her.. 

One fine day, out of the blue she got the news of the patient being no more, and she just could not believe that.. But that, was it… It was the end, to that fairytale that made her feel that every story has a happy ending.. 

There she stood to take the professor’s sign on the case.. That day the case had no meaning.. That so called “management” went in vain.. It was meant to be of worth for the patient, but may be life chose no to.. It was no longer a patients case, but just a written documentation.. 

This particular patient had been very special to me, for reasons i don’t even know.. But, what i do know now, is that not every story is a story with a happy ending..

The most important lesson this patient taught me is that never ever go, a day without taking your blood pressure pills.. It can certainly cost you, your life.. 

Please share this post with everyone you know to have been taking blood pressure medications.. Its a medication you should not stop taking unless your doctor tells you.. Elderly people in the house should be reminded to take their medications daily.. 

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The change that changed me..

How did you loose weight? Probably the most frequently asked questions i have to answer.. 

This is the only picture I could find, and im sure it says it all.. I was around 68 kgs back then.. I couldn’t find any more full length pictures to best describe how healthy i was, but i hope my face has shrinked to that extent that depicts all the hard work.. 

So here it is… 

There is no shortcut, all you need to do is control your diet and exercise.. And that is a fact that made me loose weight.. 

People ask me this question wherever i go, and i must say i don’t have any magic wand that helped me loose weight without working for it.. Things like these don’t come for free you see.. 

Back in 2013

So, years before I was struggling to loose weight and today i am in a place, where people compliment my figure.. And trust me, its still not perfect.. And i’m still working on it.. But i guess it’s the confidence, that works its magic.. 

Back in 2014

Today I thought of writing about it because this weight loss journey is very special to me.. And today being a physical therapist i don’t just wish to have a great body but a strong one.. My profession made me realise how important my body is for me.. Now, it’s my duty to make everyone else realise that.. 

For all you out there, especially women here’s a message.. Don’t work towards being a size zero, work towards appreciating your own body.. Make it stronger and it would add to your confidence.. And this is what that matters.. Looking at photoshopped pictures makes you jealous? Then work your own body to make it stand out just the way it was made.. But never compare your gifts with others.. 

I have lost around 13kgs, in 6 years, I started in 2012 and today in the year 2017 this what I look like now..

Yes im proud of myself.. 

And yes, today the body i have, has been achieved without a single protein shake, without ever hitting the gym.. So if you see people out there doing all of the above and then thinking, this is necessary to have that great body.. Your simply wrong.. I never had protein shakes because my diet consists of daily protein intake.. I never hit the gym cause i knew i could be the best trainer for myself.. 

This journey made me realise how i, could make myself push harder to achieve the body goals i dreamt of.. This is my dream, and i am the one who needs to work for it.. It made me realise that, all that you can dream of, is what you could achieve.. It made me realise, that i am beautiful, just the way i am.. 

No, I don’t have a flat stomach, but I wish to have a strong core.. And I’m working my way towards it.. 

       “STRONG IS THE NEW SEXY”   

No, not the same old life.. 

Have you ever given this a thought, why did God make so many of us? And how did he manage to make all of us look different.. I mean, if i were to draw two humans, it would certainly be a task for me to make the two look different.. But still he could make that possible.. Each and every one of us looks different.. And i still don’t understand how.. But that’s how creative his creation is.. 

As humans, we fail to realise that we don’t just look different, but we are different.. We have different capabilities but still we all try to fit into that so called one category.. The one who should be a great student, the one who is good at their job, the one who earns enough money, gets married and then takes care of their family.. 

Really? Do you really think God made so many of us for us to do the same thing..? He made us all different to live the same lives? No, obviously not.. 

When i see people, i wonder how they spend their lives doing the same thing everyday just to live a normal life.. A normal life, is where you study get good marks, enter college study again get good marks, then apply for a job, then get married when your parents ask you to and then have kids and then spend your time taking care of them.. Trust me, this is what majority people are doing today, blindly..

And this is sad.. Just imagine, when you die and meet God and he asks you what did you of the life I gave you.. And each person tells him the same old story.. Well he would surely think he wasted his time making so many of us, giving all of us different qualities that we could use and make the most out of it, in a way we wanted.. 

But what are we doing instead? Aren’t we wasting our lives doing the same thing what others are doing? Do give this thought, a thought.. 

And that’s how i decided i didn’t want to spend my life the same way as others.. I want to make the most out of my life.. I want God to be proud of me.. I want to tell him how I changed the world with the qualities he blessed me with.. I want to show him how i made this world a better place with my existence.. 

Dont be a part of the crowd, instead be apart from the crowd.. Thats what makes the difference.. 

Well, the way I plan to make my life different will be brought infront of the world to learn from, pretty soon.. For now, im working on it.. 

So i would like you to think and question yourselves, are you born to live the same old life as others? If not, change NOW.. How? That’s upto you to decide… 

Physical therapy

What does the word physical therapy really mean? Regardless of the fact that the word is self explainatory, people somehow correlate it to massage.. And the question, why so, still remains a mystery for me.. 

Nevertheless, the World Confederation of Physical Therapy, defines physical therapy as services to restore maximum movement and functional ability.. 

But guess what, the day you see patients being treated you will realize its much more that we as physical therapists do, than just restoring maximum movement and functional ability.. 

We are there in the icu, making patients move to help them improve, without even needing to prove.. Complications are kept at bay, when we, are here to stay.. 

We help strentghen women, to make the process of taking care of the newborn free of physical stress.. 

We help the elderly, age more gracefully, by making them realise that age is just a number, on life’s page to remember.. 

We are who, make our patients forget what they don’t have and make them realise what they have.. We try to bring into light their strength, in order to make them forget their weaknesses.. And this is how we make things possible.. 

We are who make our patients stronger, when they think so, no longer… 

Physical therapy is the way of healing someone with not just your touch, but also with your words.. The reason I say so, is because often when we treat, we use words to motivate along with physical contact.. And trust me this works wonders.. We teach the patient, to never say i can’t and always say i can, which installs belief that helps them get better faster.. 

We are no less than a motivational speaker for our patients… We motivate our patients to the point, where they start believing in themselves.. And that’s how we get things done.. 

For days we spend time to teach our patients to stand, to walk the same way as parents do with their children.. No matter how many times it needs to be repeated, we are always there trying are best to get our patients moving.. Wonder how? Try and test our patience, with our patients.. 

We make patients stand high, when their hopes our low.. 

When we treat patients its not just about gaining range of motion or strength, its about gaining patients confidence in themselves and in us.. Its about making them satisfied with their level of functioning in their daily life.. 
Our patients would tell you forever about our contribution in their journey to get better.. 

We are who, whose uniforms soil making you realise how much we made our patients toil.. 

We are who spent our lives, adding life to lives of our patients.. 

We are physical therapists.. We heal the world with Physical therapy.. And thats our weapon.. That’s our strength..

Physical therapy, is a profession where therapists spend days, weeks, months and years just to get their patients moving.. We spend so much time with our patients, working for long hours just to get them back to daily living and still end up with poor recognition even today.. 

I guess we are too busy working to add worth to the lives of others.. But that’s all that our profession is all about.. 

And hence our profession demands not just respect but recognition all over the world..

Happy World Physiotherapy Day….

Organ donation – life saving deed.. 

Organ donation, the word itself says it all, it is the process of giving an organ to someone who needs a transplant. Giving someone, something which is needed is indeed a life saving deed.. Organs like kidney, liver, heart, lungs, pancreas, intestine, eyes, skin can be donated by any living or a brain dead person. All you need to do, is register yourself as a donor with your family agreeing to your decision.. 

Even today, the demand for organs is not met by the supply, as very few people take this initiative to donate their organs.. Inspite of days like World Organ Donation Day being celebrated, where people are made aware of what organ donation is all about and how it can help someone, live their life, people are still reluctant to change their views.. Humans today, need to be taught humanity..

The reason you should be donating your organs is because it can save upto 8 lives.. Eight lives is alot.. In today’s times, people die of waiting for a need for transplant.. Its almost like your gifting someone a second chance to live their lives.. Isn’t that great?

Now most people do not donate organs because of either lack of awareness, or preconconcieved notions and misconceptions prevalent in the society.. Some people think age is a barrier and others bring their i’ll health as a reason not to donate. Truth being, neither of them actually is.. Excuses like my religion doesn’t support organ donation!! Really?? The religion that teaches you to praise the lord who believes in having compassion for all living beings, doesn’t support organ donation? They say it disfigures the body, it is a sign of disrespect at the time of being burried.. Now the question being who is it being disrespectful to? The soul who lived in that body, would that soul be disrespected or respected instead, for the decision of giving someone a chance to live their life for once?

Someone once said, 

It’s better to donate, than to accumulate.. 

 They say if I register as a donor the doctor would never try hard to save my life, this being the most pointless reasons of all.. Why would a doctor not do his job, for a reason lame as such.. And the list of excuses goes on.. What’s yours? 

For once, ask yourselves, if it would be your own loved one, would you still give those reasons? Would you? 

The human body that you consider to be yours is something you were blessed with, it isn’t, what you created yourself.. It was gifted to you, so what is wrong in passing on the same gift to someone else to help them live? Would it take something from you after you die? Does the air or the soil smell of the soul residing in the body that was burned or burried within it..? What are we even trying to preserve? Is it even possible to take with us to heaven, all that we accumulated? Which religion, speaking of humanity would be against giving someone a chance to live? Would God ever have a problem with a life saving deed as such? No, not at all..

Around 5 lakh people die each year across our nation just being a part of the waiting list for organ donation.. People are dying, waiting and waiting for a life saving deed to thank someone for without an assurance, that the wait would be worth while.. I guess we owe alot to the misconceptions our brains have chosen to stick to, over the years.. 

As they say, there are two sides to the same coin, good things come with some price to be paid.. That being said this courageous deed, also has a price you might have to pay.. Donating an organ, like bone marrow, may restrict future activities for a lifetime, or a kidney may put an alcohol consumer at risk for kidney failure.. But the bright side to this darkness is that there is only a 0.2-0.4% chance of a donor ending up with a kidney failure.. 

Now that being said, a question I would like you, to ask yourself.. Isn’t the price that you have to pay for donating a part of your body to someone in need, worth the value of adding life to the lives of others? The answer to this, is a decision of yours, lets hope it ends up being a wise one.. 

Instead of recyling just plastic to make the earth green lets pledge to recycle our organs to make our lives evergreen.. 

The measure of life is not by its duration, but by its donation – by Peter Marshall

The lucky me..

Is this your first child? she asked, looking into a face, which wasn’t even ready for what she was living with.. The mother replied, no… its my third.. Looking, at how cute the baby looked while he was asleep.. She thought how lucky his mother was, to be able to bring into existence a part of her.. She then asked, how are you feeling? Do you have any pain? Any pain in the back? The mother replied yes, it pains only when i sit for a long time.. 

She then taught the mother the right way of positioning herself and the baby while feeding.. After which she said, let’s get started, with some exercises you need to be doing, to ward off your pain.. The mother agreed and lied down on the bed.. Throughout the process of carrying out the exercises, she realized that the mother was very attentive to what she had to say, but didn’t even care about that baby lying just next to her.. Inspite of being a mother for the third time, she had no signs of a mother, whose baby was of prime importance to her.. 

After all said and done, she asked the mother, “How old are you”?.. The mother replied, 23.. The number, was the answer to all the questions her mind was filled with.. A moment of silence, just paused everything in place.. There she stood, infront of a 23yr old mother of three, as a 22yr old girl who still ate the food her mom made for her, still needed her dad to get things for her, and who still was a daughter to her parents.. 

All this while she had been thinking that life had been unfair to her, for reasons not worth a mention, just to find out, that life was far more unfair to others.. She realized, people were living lives worth more, than what their age could even handle.. 

It made her realize, that in life we all needed to grow, but not everyone, got time to grow.. 

That day made her realise, that she should be grateful that she had time to grow.. She was lucky, she had time to do everything she wanted to, before she could even raise her own children.. She realised she needed to make use of her time, she had been given to grow.. And now she wasn’t just a girl who was a living a life without a purpose, but a therapist who had a dream, a vision to change the world.. 

Now she exactly knew why she was here.. It all made sense.. She was here to make this world a better place with her existence.. 

What Sancheti Institute taught me..

I don’t know how my life brought me to the place I never imagined myself to be.. Stepping into this place called Sancheti, never made me realise, for what exactly I came here for.. It just so happened, that it took me 3 years to understand what I was planning to be.. For these 3 years I was sailing this ship just for the purpose of doing so.. 

However these 3 years were nothing less than a blessing.. The reason I say this, is because, here is where I learned lessons for life.. Just the hospital setting, taught me what life was, it taught me how important it was, it taught me what family meant, it taught me how lucky I was to have what I had been blessed with.. 

When I saw patients conscious and breathing but not being able to move, it made me realise living was far more than just breathing, it was the ability to do what you want independently.. I realised that not everyone had this opportunity.. And I was lucky enough to have it.. 

Looking at patients coming with family on a daily basis for years together, to get themselves treated in the opd, made me realise, the definition of family, and how important it was to have one.. It takes alot of courage to give up your daily job and spend your time in taking care of someone who really matters to you.. And that’s the kind of courage only family could possess.. 

Seeing a man walk with a prosthetic limb, made me realise I should be grateful to God for all he had given me.. Spending my life cribbing for things I didnt have, some how made me feel guilty after realising how much i already had.. 

Getting this opportunity to learn from an institute, like sancheti was one of the best things, happened to me.. Here is where I got knowledge from actual practicioners, surgeons, physicians, physiotherapists and also from my seniors.. What more could I even ask for..? 

At the end of 3yrs, which was all about completion of cases, passing exams just to make sure your ship reaches the shore, was the start to my final year.. Stepping into 4th year when I started treating patients, I realised what physiotherapy really meant.. It was the art of adding colour to the life of my patients.. For me it is the way i help my patients deal with their problems by making them stronger than they were yesterday ..And trust me I never used massage for that.. 

It was my final year that made me realise that all I would be doing years after today, was treat.. It made me realise that I wasn’t here to complete cases and pass exams, for the sake of doing it, i was here to help someone make their life worth living.. I was here to make them feel better than they were yesterday, I was here to make a change in my patients life, who is not just a patient, but also a human.. 

I don’t know how and when I actually started falling in love with what i was doing.. Today I enjoy every bit of the time I spend with my patients, so much so that I don’t realise how time passes by.. I guess, the 4th year, got me to be who i intend be in my future.. 

Today, for the kind of person I am, it all starts with and ends with “My Patient”.. My patient is my responsibility.. My patient is my priority.. That girl, who years before had no idea of the ship she was sailing in, now recognized herself to be the captain of the ship, her patients were sailing in.. 

As time passed by, my life gave me that one big reason for which it had brought me here, years back.. And today I would like to thank Sancheti Institute of Physiotherapy for all that I am.. Thank you..