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..