What getting a magazine printed, taught me..

Finally, we are done with getting our college magazine designed and printed.. Before i even started, it all looked so easy, but as they say not everything that looks easy, really is… This journey of around 1 month from collecting articles and rest of the matter was not as easy as i thought it to be.. Who knew, the most difficult part was yet to come..

This journey of getting our magazines published is indeed a very special one.. Let me tell you i have learnt a lot from this journey of mine with the other committee members.. It would never have been possible without them.. Being one of the seniors i learnt how to command and still never make it look like they are my subordinates.. Respected all the other work they had to give their time to, while still getting things done from them…

[(magazine committee.. Though 3 members are still missing..) Our Principal right in the centre and left backing our committee Dr. Seemi.. We worked as a team and all the credit to how good the magazine looks goes to the whole team..]

At the start i was quite pissed of how things were still pending and some people not working at all.. After all i was never used to working in a team.. It was my very first time. But the best part was to learn to manage still without panicking.. Seeing my juniors work hard made me feel proud.. Them saying, Ayushee let me know if there is any work, was even more pleasant to hear.. Let me tell you how happy i used to get just hearing to all of this.

Every time i used to get tensed about things not working as they were supposed to be, i had them saying, Ayushee chill, we know you’re working too hard, everything will be fine… Days passed and soon came the day of real play.. It was time, to put it all together.. 4 days were left and we had to buck up.. They say, you can never expect growth if its all to easy right.? So i guess we needed to pass the test… So here is how hard this journey was for us.

We reached the place to meet the magazine designer to find out that we had lost all the files from our pendrives .. Out of the four days, we lost one day panicking about what to do next.. Next day we start from scratch trying to retrieve all the data we had, to get things started.. We spent around 3 whole days designing our magazine with a growling stomach and a stressed bladder… Let me tell you controlling our hunger pangs and the natures call for a day was the hardest thing to do sitting in an air conditioned room and still using our brains to decide what goes where..

After around 3 whole days we finally got done with it and the smiles on our faces depicted how destressed we finally were… When we were done the owner of the printing shop stated a statement that caught my attention, he said make sure you do not make any mistakes because people will always be ready to point out at the smallest of mistakes no matter how well you get the other things done.. Though he said that in reference to the magazine content, that statement was a lesson to remember for life..

Il be honest there was a time when i kept saying why did i even choose to be in the team.. I just couldn’t take it.. But the day we finally got done with it, i realised i had finally grown up into a new being.. It was a moment of pride to complete what i had taken responsibility for.. With my other colleagues i learnt how to take decisions and keep myself calm, even when things went haywire.. I learnt to take responsibility of all the mistakes even if it was someone else’s fault in our team.. We worked as a team, caring for each other asking each other, should i get anything for you to eat while coming? to saying, you can stay at my place if its gets too late..

For me i have never ever been out of my house this late, never ever skipped my lunch.. And here we spent around 11-12 hrs from 10am to 10pm for three days designing the magazine skipping our meals returning home to our moms scolding us for the same.. This journey made me do everything i never ever did.. This was indeed an experience for a lifetime i must say..

IT MADE ME GROW AND GET THE BEST OUT OF ME.. Today, I’M PROUD OF MYSELF.. I have finally grown in to a new me.. And once again

Thank you Sancheti Institute College of Physiotherapy, you got out the Leader in me..

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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.. 

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.. 

It’s all about loving what you do.. 

           No I’m not exaggerating my feelings, but honestly, its taking me time to fall asleep these days.. When I get into bed all tired, and think about my day, all I remember, is how i made my Patients feel for the day.. Were they happy, did my presence make a difference in their lives for good? If not, what more can I do? This question, actually keeps me awake for most of the time.. 

         For all the times I’m not satisfied with the results.. I try to find answers to the why.. Why did my patient not improve? Most of the times, i come with the answers myself, but sometimes I get these answers from my seniors or my teachers.. 

        I realised, there is so much to learn and the majority of it comes from your patients

        You see, every patient is unique in his/her own way and hence the way of treating each patient is different from the other and teaches you something new..

        Your patients, teach you ways you could improve yourselves.. Trust me this is the best part.. When I started treating patients, I realised they taught me how to treat them.. They made me realise that the best way to treat them is to first imagine yourselves in their place and then ask yourselves, how would you like to be treated? The answer you would come up with, is exactly how you as a therapist should be treating your patients.. 

         My Patients, have helped me grow myself into being a better version of me… I don’t know, if this is all natural, but honestly my love for my profession, has taken me to a next level… I have started enjoying the time I’m with my Patients, so much that I don’t feel like leaving the hospital… 

        From making them stand for the first time, to the times when they open their eyes and regain their consciousness after days of physical therapy, has given me what makes me love what I do… 

        There are days, I end up getting emotional seeing my Patients or their relatives cry, but guess what, I realised this isn’t a bad thing, its not that I’m emotionally weak, infact this is why I can treat them better.. The day you feel what your patients are going through, that day you know exactly what to treat and how to treat… 

        A change in my postings, makes me sad, the only reason being is I hate to leave my Patients.. After spending quite some time with them, you end up bonding with them, and then leaving them in the midst is just the worst thing… But, you know what’s the best thing? It’s when the patient doesn’t want you to leave.. This is a real patient – therapist relationship, it is this kind of a bond which you should aim to build.. 

        It’s weird how you start feeling for your patients, working to make them get better, some how gets you closer to them on an emotional level… 

      As I always say, consider the fact that patients are humans… All that your patients need is your time, love and care.. Give them what they need and see them rise.. After all this is what we live for… 

       We live, to make our patients life,                                   worth living.. 

This is why I am a physical therapist and I am in love with what I do..