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.. 

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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.. 

World physiotherapy day.. 

According to World Confederation of Physical Therapy, World Physiotherapy Day is celebrated for the physical therapists, to create awareness about the crucial contribution, the profession makes to keep people well, mobile and independent.. 

This day has been celebrated in India since the year, 2009..

Today in the year 2017, we still live in a world which is unaware of our profession..

The question is, why are people still not aware of physiotherapy inspite of us spending 8 years in making people aware of our profession..? 

The reason is that, if we are trying to create awareness, it is a change in the people’s thinking and perception that we are trying to bring about.. And a change cannot be brought up in a single day.. A day out of the 365 days can be easily forgotten.. And what did we achieve by spending 8 days in 8 years talking and doing whatever we could do to make people aware of our profession..? 

Did it serve our purpose? 

No, of course not.. 

Because even today, people have the question of what is physiotherapy, and people who think they know, consider it to be just a synonym for massage.. 

No, i am not against creating awareness, on a particular day celebrated as World Physiotherapy Day but the what i am trying to say is that a change comes with time and it needs perseverance of actions.. 

So now if instead of spending 1 day in a year if we could spend 1 day per month doing something big or 1 day per week on a smaller scale, would that help? 

Maybe yes, we could always try, it would be better than 1 day per year right? 

The whole point is, if we make a difference in our patients life by spending days in treating them, then why are we devoting just 1 day to make the whole world aware of how hard we work to make our patient’s life worth living? 

People need to be made aware of what goes into making, what we make possible for our patients.. 

It’s high time, 8 years have passed and now we need to make this year a memorable one for our profession.. We need to make the world aware that we put in our patience, knowledge and skill for days, months and years together, just to add life to years, of our patients and we never use massage for achieving that.. 

Finally a successful senior.. 

Just Yesterday, I stepped into the ward to check on a patient I had been treating a few weeks back.. 

      Reported to the senior, and he was happy to see me there as always.. He knew, i had been coming, just to check on my patients.. And he respected that.. So much so that, I got a text from him saying, he was happy to see me there, keep it up.. Those words of appreciation were worth everything I did.. 

After treating some new patients, to help him out, and checking on my old patients, and finally finishing it off with an entry, I turned around to see something that made me my day.. It was the exact same thing, that made my senior happy.. 

I turned around, and saw my junior who had assessed the same old case along with me, standing there at the patients bed, just to see how he had improved.. 

That moment for me was an amazing one, because now I knew I had been successful as a senior.. If I could inculcate those same values in my junior, to keep a check on the patients improvement, i had achieved it.. I had now been able to bring into existence a new gonna be physical therapist, who cared.. 

It makes me proud everytime, I see my juniors learn, what I try to teach them.. I teach them what no one taught me, what I learned by myself, with the expectation that would bring out the best in them and they would pass it on to their juniors in the same way as I did.. 

That day seeing her do, what I had been trying to teach her not with words but with my actions, I felt the same, what maybe my senior had been feeling, when he saw me doing the same.. 

It was a moment of achievement.. Today, I would like to thank my senior for appreciating my efforts and my junior to make them of worth.. Now I can make sure i have my profession in safe and responsible hands.. 

Well maybe, most of you might be thinking of who actually the senior or the junior is..? Well, wait and watch, just their actions would define them, more than words.. 

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..