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Prashansha Vaidya

You

  You are not a race ;

Or a number that defines your age

You are not the color of your hair ;

Nor the size of the shirt your wear 

You are all the words that you speak ;

All the beautiful moments you seek 

You are all the places you’ve been ;

All the arguments that you win

You are all the books that you read;

And a part of my soul that you feed. 

Acceptance

A long urged wish of a beautiful queen, was to spot a red in the sea of green; dancing along with the wind that flows, perhaps all she could find was a wilted rose.

What once waved blossomed in those open fields,
time tore it in a way it could never heal; that pain wounded her heart yet she still smiled,
accepted it with a grace of a woman not a grief of a child.

Pet parenthood.

The best part of my day is usually when I come home worn-out from the hospital shifts, either after completing the paper work or after executing all the above order from the senior residents, almost like a zombie trying to maintain a steady gait at the entrance when in a jiffy, my 4 little brats come running all over me performing their customary exultation of sniffs, licks , wags and wiggles. It is absolutely correct when we hear ‘heaven is the place where all the dogs you’ve ever loved come to greet you’.

Right when I was yearning for that incredible feeling, while on the streets of Shimla, eating chole-kulchas and buying warn mufflers for my dad, my eyes fell on this overly exuberant varmint, wagging his tail, trying to jump up and catch the neighbouring little girl’s chocolate ice cream cone. That dog was very energetic, launching himself at everybody coming his way. I couldn’t help but walk towards him instinctively and lift him in my arms. His black and red checkered jacket reminded me of my preschool uniform.

He was being walked by two school going teenage girls. After having a small ritualized conversation of exchanging names and where we came from, they narrated me the story of how they found him on that same street that we met a few months ago when he was just 3 months old, roaming aimlessly in search of food.

It was so beautiful to see the love they had for him, being reflected in the way the feeling of worry etched on their face every time some motor cycle passed near him.

I felt so proud of what they did for little JESTER and I thought to myself it would be so noble if we could provide life to such helpless innocent creatures. Not only would they get a shelter for themselves, but they would come as a living angel in our lives.

They are always there for you, independent of your mood. The only purpose of their life becomes to make you happy. Their unconditional love is far beyond what one can demand.

For those who don’t have a dog or are unfortunate to not have experience human parenthood, I highly recommend them to adopt a dog. There is certainly nothing that can make your life more happier.

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Life in the fast lane.

There are small incidents in life which, although seemingly insignificant then, shape the person you become.

In today morning’s sleep-inducing lecture on ‘Managing a Case of Head Trauma‘, my mind couldn’t help but wander back to the day when ‘Head Trauma’ was more than just a gory picture in my textbook.

It was evening. The cold sun was setting on the horizon. I was sitting at this new ice-cream parlor near my college, taking a well-deserved short break from the truckload of case histories that I had to submit as a part of my Clinical Surgery exam. The parlor was off a busy road, almost impassable at that time of the day, as the traffic jostled to snake its way through. In the din of the traffic, I was so engrossed in my triple scoop sundae that pending assignments were momentarily forgotten.

Just then, I heard a loud blare of horn, a squeal of brakes, and I saw a car ram into a motorcycle. The biker flipped head over heals and hit the concrete.

My first thought was that it was nothing too serious. But as I saw swarms of people gathering on the site, a rush of adrenaline swept through my body. And in a mix of fear and concern, I started walking towards them.

The sight was enough to leave an indelible imprint in my mind.The traffic on the road came to a grinding halt. The biker had received head injuries and was lying unconscious.The fall had cracked his skull into pieces, and a gush of blood from his torn arteries was painting the dusty road into a gruesome red. There were unintelligible shouts from here and there; some shouting frantically at the frightened car driver. Most were content to just stand by the writhing biker, surrounding him in a circle. Nobody dared going close. I saw that his eyes were closed, respiration faster than normal, and shallow, like someone trying to fetch scarce air in a closed room.

As I knelt beside him, my thoughts were muddled, and before I could even sympathize, I mechanically took his head into my lap, and started looking for the source of the leak. I checked his carotids. His heart was still beating, the pulse getting faster and fainter with each passing second. It was in that inopportune moment that I realized that not one person in that hysterical crowd had offered to help. A feeling of disgust and frustration welled up inside me, but I knew this was not the time.

In a flash of reminiscence, I recalled the text box titled ‘Things To Do’ from my textbooks. In big, bold letters, the phrase ‘DO NOT PANIC’ stood out. Calming myself, I signaled a man standing close to ask the crowd to step away and make the place less suffocating. To another, I bawled out orders about making a call for an ambulance. As the crowd pulled back, I focused on the boy. I tried putting pressure on the sites from where he was bleeding. All the while, I kept talking to him, reassuring him. He was drowsy from all the blood loss, but I knew that my words were getting registered in his cortex. Although we didn’t know each other, I could tell that he found my touch and my words very comforting. It didn’t seem too long (a couple of minutes, at best) before the ambulance arrived and parked right in front of us. The back door flew open and two men jumped out, one caring a mask bag, the other a stretcher. In a flurry of motion they had the boy on the stretcher, and the doors slammed shut before I was on my feet. As I watched the ambulance speed away, the crowd dispersed in a matter of seconds. Normal traffic resumed. It was like nothing had happened. But that spot of red on the black tarmac told a different story.

Suddenly, I felt a strong jolt on my shoulder, a push that took me away from the red gore that lay on the road. I was in my Surgery lecture again, and the only words I remember hearing from the professor were, “Roll no 71?” 


People often fail to respond correctly at the time of emergency. Their panic and non timely support often lead to a catastrophic result. To avoid this there are some basic rules that we need to keep in mind. We all need to know it because an emergency can happen anywhere may it be at home, a shopping mall, a swimming pool, a city street or a grocery store.

The Basics.

1. DO NOT PANIC

It gets worse before it gets better. Never panic. It eats your brain deranging the cognitive skills. Relax. Take a few deep breaths and get back to work!

2. CHECK FOR RESPONSE

See if they are alert or able to talk. Ask questions like ‘Are you okay?’ If they respond, ask ‘What is happening to you?’. Sometimes it is easily determined with their posture. A patient with myocardial infarction (heart attack) would be found clenching his fist over the front of the chest. It’s called a Levine sign. Check for their level of consciousness. If they become unresponsive in the middle, check for respiration and pulse.

3. CALL FOR HELP

This is the most important step. People often forget this and jump to step 4. If you don’t activate a help team, all your efforts would go wasted and you would only be left helpless and exhausted.

4. LOOK FOR RESPIRATION

The fundamental management of an emergency case is ABC ie, airway, breathing and circulation. See if the chest expands. Put your hand around the nose to look for exhaled air.

5. LOOK FOR PULSE

Pulse is a reflection of your heart activity. For every beat of your heart, there is a wave felt at the peripheral arteries. A failing heart will have a thready pulse. Often irregular. Look for the pulse at the neck(carotids) for 5 secs.

6. START THE CPR

CPR stands for cardiopulmonary resuscitation. People often believe only a medical professional can give CPR, well, anybody can provide this. It is the most life saving maneuver.

Brain can survive without oxygen for only 3 mins. Even before the ambulance arrives the brain can permanently go into a vegetative state of coma due to lack of oxygen. To avoid this, heart is mechanically caused to pump the blood with manual compression. The procedure is: Give a chin lift head low position to open up the airway. Start giving compression in the center of the chest right at the lower end of sternum.(it’s a long flat bone placed in the midline) The compression should be rapid almost at the speed of 100/min. It should be deep and equal, giving the same time for recoil. (This ensures proper filling of blood)

Hope this piece of information helps you all. Always strive to help the needy in a case of emergency, because it is only a coward, who in a perilous emergency, thinks with his legs. Have a great weekend!

The start.

It all had to start somewhere. I was only 7 years old when I first saw my father performing a live surgery and got all fascinated about human bodies. It was of a 26year old female with a hiatus hernia. These words weren’t listed in the cognitive part of my brain until I finally joined a med school in 2011. Life has completely changed since then.

Currently I am in the 3rd year of my undergraduate MBBS course. My initial intent is to make a weekly addition so that friends, family and anyone interested can get a glimpse of what life as a medical student is like.  Should you have questions regarding medicine or any other aliments,
please make them known and I’ll do what I can to answer. Thank you for accepting me.

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