I have been a Doctor for the last 37 years. Blessed to be an instrument to deliver health care. No Sundays in the tribe of medical men and women. Advances in technology and the Covid pandemic has imprisoned us within a nutshell of Phone calls, sms messages , WhatsApp messages and video calls which have intruded into the private space of a Doctor’s life. Yesterday , I hung my stethoscope on the wall and decided to spend time with myself and my family. But unfortunately, the whole of yesterday, I found myself living for others under the umbrella of Karma and one I for moment did not breathe for myself. At the end of the day, I was an innocent victim to verbal accusations and traumatic messages through phone from many patients for not answering all their queries. Their emotional outbursts conveyed an absolute distilled sense of self- centeredness. The tribe of medical personnel is wrongly perceived as martyrs on the domains of human existence. Battered and bruised in the evening , I was at the crossroads of life to either choose the path of continuing my profession or to opt out of it for hurt retirement like in the game of cricket . I was not physically hurt but emotionally bruised which made me feel bad to ask myself this question “ When will I ever choose to live for my family and myself?” The day may not be far away when I will be forced to realise that “I also have to live”. I prostrate before my medical colleagues for the sacrifices they make to help people live. Every human should remember the last words of Alexander the Great” I am dying with the help of Physicians “ and remember that all of us including me need a member of our tribe for the last journey.This post is born directly from my soul and not from the mind. Friends , world citizens and country men . “We will assist you to live but please allow our species to survive also “.
Not meant to offend anyone but just an emotional outburst from an affected person
Dr S Ramakrishnan
wisdomramki.com
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