Once, Mr. S. Ramakrishnan, a famous writer in Tamil, was asked a question: “What’s the most deadly disease- the one that can never be cured on earth?
“It’s simply the lack of trust on doctors. There is so much trust deficit today that those who regularly visit doctors for a routine check-up or some immediate treatment, they don’t have any faith at all . They rightly suspect whether the medicines prescribed by the doctors will help cure them. To be on the safer side, they would like to seek a second opinion, by searching for some other doctor/hospital. After consulting them, they attempt to compare the two doctors. The result is that they get confused and become clueless as to who is the better doctor?
“Even while they are under allopathic treatment, they switch over to alternative medicine. And before they begin and take that medicine and complete the full course they give up as they develop doubts about its efficacy. They simply, blindly begin believing whoever says anything about medicine. By brooding over it, they become afraid. That fear is the most dangerous one in today’s world, which cannot be cured”, said the writer.
For a long time, I didn’t visit any eye clinic for testing the power of my glass. Why and how it happened, I can’t provide any rational answer. A few months ago, when I visited a local eye clinic at Pondicherry town, I was told that not only the sign of the power glass had changed from positive to negative and also that there were a few signs of formation of Cataract in both the eyes and they were at the second stage, and they need to be operated.
I was prescribed an eye drop which I was supposed to administer for the next three months. I presumed that it was meant to ripen that component/segment to be removed. I took my own sweet time to buy that eye drop and only once my youngest daughter put it on my eye. The very next day I had my own misgivings about the eye drops. I couldn’t go for second opinion, by sheer laziness and dependence on others for company. Somehow by intuition, and by sheer divine intervention, I myself felt that I should not hasten the process of ripening it just like the artificial ripening of mangoes using carbide chemical and by sheer choice, I abandoned that drop. It was one of the sensible decisions that I had taken in my life. But given the lurking fear or anxiety that cataract was being formed and any failure to neglect this would be grossly stupid, I wanted to have a second opinion from some other popular clinic, at Pondicherry.
A day was fixed by one of former students, who is a lecturer in a Government Society College. By his habitual response, he could not reach me and when he did come after a lapse of a week or so, I was not interested in going. He fully grasped my anger and irritation. So, the proposed visit abruptly ended as it began. Despite my irrational behavior and misplaced anger, there was some method in my madness; I had already decided to undergo the surgery at Madras (Chennai) and hence it was felt to get the second opinion at Chennai itself. .
Thanks to the benevolent care and concern bestowed upon by one of the young scholar friends a kind of gentle breeze sent from heaven by divine, before going to Kashmir, I went for a second Master check up at one ISO certified institution and on the same day completed eye check up also at another institution. He was fully instrumental for the much delayed visit.
The bright young girl (about whose qualification I don’t know) who checked my eyes was all patience and talent personified, but did not comment on the contested question of the state of cataract. She prescribed a better or rather improved number of glasses than the one I was wearing. She took her sweet time and did the job very neatly. The duty doctor, who revisited my eye, later suggested that the surgery could be arranged at any date convenient to me. Being situated in a rural ambience the over all budgetary estimate for the operation would be also considerably less, the hospital staff told. Not fully convinced or satisfied, an appointment was fixed with another reputed doctor in the heart of the city, the next week.
Immediately after returning from Kashmir, my friend took me to Chennai and the said doctor examined, with all the silken touch of her mind and heart and gave me comfort by saying that there was absolutely no urgency for me to undergo the operation. No doubt, cataract was being formed and it was better to wait for quite some time and that tere is all the time to plan it out leisurely, she told. “So long as you have a clear vision, no blurred image and so on, the situation is manageable, we can wait. At this stage even if we perform surgery, the new glass will be no better than the one you wear now. And there is an additional problem of protecting against plausible infection and so on. We shall better wait for a few months or even a year and then think about it until then, we will wait. You just relax and you need not be extra cautious”, she reassured me. I profusely thanked the doctor with folded hands for giving me some relief now
. Medical profession is not merely a profession or trade;It’s a service for a fee. It’s a sacrifice for others happiness. Doctors play God’s role for saving the lives of many. Without offending or wounding the sensibleness of doctors-good, bad, ugly, I would like to say that let each one take up the profession more seriously, more sincerely and more passionately, as if they are wild lovers, engaged in serious love making and must do a correct diagnosis. A gentle touch, a few kind words, and an uninhibited state of mind to spend time with the patient and understand the state of ailment are very much imperative for a good doctor. They can’t work like machines with wheels on their legs. They need to prioritize their time between family and patient, leisure and work and of course need to update knowledge by continuous reading, besides having adequate sleep and not missing breakfast. Doctors, the miniature of God, are you listening?
While completing this, flash news comes from Tamil Nadu that nearly 260 BA degree holders have fooled the public claiming themselves as MBBS doctors or otherwise, what shall we do with those nasalized criminals? Will law of the land avert this kind of disaster in future? Unless and until, the administrative machinery is alert and regulatory framework is in place, this kind of fraud cannot be prevented.
“It’s simply the lack of trust on doctors. There is so much trust deficit today that those who regularly visit doctors for a routine check-up or some immediate treatment, they don’t have any faith at all . They rightly suspect whether the medicines prescribed by the doctors will help cure them. To be on the safer side, they would like to seek a second opinion, by searching for some other doctor/hospital. After consulting them, they attempt to compare the two doctors. The result is that they get confused and become clueless as to who is the better doctor?
“Even while they are under allopathic treatment, they switch over to alternative medicine. And before they begin and take that medicine and complete the full course they give up as they develop doubts about its efficacy. They simply, blindly begin believing whoever says anything about medicine. By brooding over it, they become afraid. That fear is the most dangerous one in today’s world, which cannot be cured”, said the writer.
For a long time, I didn’t visit any eye clinic for testing the power of my glass. Why and how it happened, I can’t provide any rational answer. A few months ago, when I visited a local eye clinic at Pondicherry town, I was told that not only the sign of the power glass had changed from positive to negative and also that there were a few signs of formation of Cataract in both the eyes and they were at the second stage, and they need to be operated.
I was prescribed an eye drop which I was supposed to administer for the next three months. I presumed that it was meant to ripen that component/segment to be removed. I took my own sweet time to buy that eye drop and only once my youngest daughter put it on my eye. The very next day I had my own misgivings about the eye drops. I couldn’t go for second opinion, by sheer laziness and dependence on others for company. Somehow by intuition, and by sheer divine intervention, I myself felt that I should not hasten the process of ripening it just like the artificial ripening of mangoes using carbide chemical and by sheer choice, I abandoned that drop. It was one of the sensible decisions that I had taken in my life. But given the lurking fear or anxiety that cataract was being formed and any failure to neglect this would be grossly stupid, I wanted to have a second opinion from some other popular clinic, at Pondicherry.
A day was fixed by one of former students, who is a lecturer in a Government Society College. By his habitual response, he could not reach me and when he did come after a lapse of a week or so, I was not interested in going. He fully grasped my anger and irritation. So, the proposed visit abruptly ended as it began. Despite my irrational behavior and misplaced anger, there was some method in my madness; I had already decided to undergo the surgery at Madras (Chennai) and hence it was felt to get the second opinion at Chennai itself. .
Thanks to the benevolent care and concern bestowed upon by one of the young scholar friends a kind of gentle breeze sent from heaven by divine, before going to Kashmir, I went for a second Master check up at one ISO certified institution and on the same day completed eye check up also at another institution. He was fully instrumental for the much delayed visit.
The bright young girl (about whose qualification I don’t know) who checked my eyes was all patience and talent personified, but did not comment on the contested question of the state of cataract. She prescribed a better or rather improved number of glasses than the one I was wearing. She took her sweet time and did the job very neatly. The duty doctor, who revisited my eye, later suggested that the surgery could be arranged at any date convenient to me. Being situated in a rural ambience the over all budgetary estimate for the operation would be also considerably less, the hospital staff told. Not fully convinced or satisfied, an appointment was fixed with another reputed doctor in the heart of the city, the next week.
Immediately after returning from Kashmir, my friend took me to Chennai and the said doctor examined, with all the silken touch of her mind and heart and gave me comfort by saying that there was absolutely no urgency for me to undergo the operation. No doubt, cataract was being formed and it was better to wait for quite some time and that tere is all the time to plan it out leisurely, she told. “So long as you have a clear vision, no blurred image and so on, the situation is manageable, we can wait. At this stage even if we perform surgery, the new glass will be no better than the one you wear now. And there is an additional problem of protecting against plausible infection and so on. We shall better wait for a few months or even a year and then think about it until then, we will wait. You just relax and you need not be extra cautious”, she reassured me. I profusely thanked the doctor with folded hands for giving me some relief now
. Medical profession is not merely a profession or trade;It’s a service for a fee. It’s a sacrifice for others happiness. Doctors play God’s role for saving the lives of many. Without offending or wounding the sensibleness of doctors-good, bad, ugly, I would like to say that let each one take up the profession more seriously, more sincerely and more passionately, as if they are wild lovers, engaged in serious love making and must do a correct diagnosis. A gentle touch, a few kind words, and an uninhibited state of mind to spend time with the patient and understand the state of ailment are very much imperative for a good doctor. They can’t work like machines with wheels on their legs. They need to prioritize their time between family and patient, leisure and work and of course need to update knowledge by continuous reading, besides having adequate sleep and not missing breakfast. Doctors, the miniature of God, are you listening?
While completing this, flash news comes from Tamil Nadu that nearly 260 BA degree holders have fooled the public claiming themselves as MBBS doctors or otherwise, what shall we do with those nasalized criminals? Will law of the land avert this kind of disaster in future? Unless and until, the administrative machinery is alert and regulatory framework is in place, this kind of fraud cannot be prevented.
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