Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Boon it is- Modern Day Health Care



Modern generally denotes something that is "up-to-date", "new", or contemporary.
Health care
As per  Wikipedia  : “Health care (or healthcare) is the diagnosis, treatment, and prevention of disease, illness, injury, and other physical and mental impairments in humans. Health care is delivered by practitioners in medicine, chiropractic, dentistry, nursing, pharmacy, allied health, and other care providers. It refers to the work done in providing primary care, secondary care and tertiary care, as well as in public health.”
Well, we are lucky to be born in a day and age where we definitely have up to date health care and have facilities to detect  even the most intricate health problems. To make it more evident let’s talk of a day and age when there was no anaesthesia

Source : Surgery before anesthesia
by John T. Sullivan, MD MGH anesthesiology resident

“Elective surgery was performed very infrequently prior to the advent of effective anesthesia. From 1821 to 1846, the annual reports of the MGH recorded 333 surgeries, representing barely more than one case per month. Surgery was a last and desperate resort. Reminiscing in 1897 about preanesthesia surgery, one elderly Boston physician could only compare it to the Spanish Inquisition. He recalled “yells and screams, most horrible in my memory now, after an interval of so many years.” Over the centuries, numerous techniques had been used to dull sensation for surgery. Soporifics [sleep-inducing and awareness-dulling agents] and narcotics were prepared from a wide range of plants, including marijuana, belladonna and jimsonweed. Healers attempted to induce a psychological state of anesthesia by mesmerism or hypnosis. Distraction could be provided by rubbing the patient with counterirritants such as stinging nettles. A direct but crude way of inducing a state of insensitivity was to knock the patient unconscious with a blow to the jaw. But by 1846, “opium and alcohol were the only agents which continued to be regarded as of practical value in diminishing the pain of operations.” Unfortunately, the large doses of alcohol needed to produce stupefaction were likely to cause nausea, vomiting and death instead of sleep. Opium, while a strong analgesic, had significant side effects itself and was typically not powerful enough to completely blunt a surgical stimulus.”
But on the contrary today surgeries are a part of our normal life be it an appendix operation, a c-section and the like. Things like robotics and minimally invasive surgeries are performed every now and then. Open heart makes the person’s heart younger by 15 years is what it is said colloquially. Could , people imagine it in the 1800s. To add to it even what are known as lifestyle diseases were prevalent earlier but diagnosis were not possible due to lack of infrastructure. Could people imagine knowing the physical and mental well being of the foetus even before she was born. Sonography had made it possible to click pictures of the unborn foetus.
Many pharmaceutical companies are investing millions on research to make new medicines for illnesses that are incurable. Birth control and population control have been possible. Women Health is being given importance. These are just a few ways that reflect how modern day medicine is touching our lives.
It is very popularly said that “Child birth is but a second life for a woman”. Can we say that, after so much being done in the fields of gynaecology? The incidences of birth related death has decreased.  Talking about gynecology again there are fertility treatments for those who cannot have children. We could have not image something like this years back.
Diseases like thyroid, diabetes, migraine, osteoporosis, neurological disorders  , hearth problems  to name a few were not detected and were untreated
Modern, healthcare has given a second life to many and has increased the health span manifold for the human race. There is no other way to describe it but to call it a boon to mankind. Hope it gets better with time.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Her Stylish Bob 1

Her Stylish Bob

The first time I met her , she was hugging and playing with my daughter. I went close to my daughter but she was so happy with her. I introduced myself to her stating that I was the mother of the baby she was holding. She started speaking words of adulation for my daughter , describing how much she adored her. Then I asked her name & she told me her name and her son’s name who was a school mate of my daughter.

I would keep running into her whenever I would go to pick my daughter up from play-school . She would have the same pleasant smile and a lot of affection for my little toddler. But more than anything I would notice her short hair. A bob which made her look quite stylish and she would carry it with a lot of grace. I would always wonder, with my long hair, if I could ever look as good with such a hair style . But believe me this women looked awesome.

She would always be at the back of my mind, her pleasant smile and smart demeanour .We happened to meet during the independence day celebration at the school. She told me again how much she adored my daughter. I had forgotten her name by then but couldn’t bring myself to ask her. I noticed her chubby-cheeked son . He was really cute and an year older than my daughter . On the same day, the school was also celebrating Rakshabandhan. She specifically told me and the teachers that my daughter was not to tie a Rakhi on her son’s wrist. She thought that my daughter was too cute to be her son’s sister!

There was music and dancing at that function and in the end the teachers, the students and the parents were expected to dance, but no one was willing to take to the floor. She was the first amongst the parents to hit the floor & I followed suit. Later we exchanged numbers. I added her on facebook and saw her pictures. She had hair as long as mine. I wrote on her page “ though you look wonderful in this haircut, you had such lovely hair!”

A few days back I called her out of the blue and in the course of that conversation she told me that she had had brain-tumour and that was the reason for her short hair. A person so pleasant and lively had gone through so much pain, but had never let-on to anyone. Kudos to the short-haired lady. You ROCK

Her Stylish Bob

Her Stylish Bob

The first time I met her , she was hugging and playing with my daughter. I went close to my daughter but she was so happy with her. I introduced myself to her stating that I was the mother of the baby she was holding. She started speaking words of adulation for my daughter , describing how much she adored her. Then I asked her name & she told me her name and her son’s name who was a school mate of my daughter.

I would keep running into her whenever I would go to pick my daughter up from play-school . She would have the same pleasant smile and a lot of affection for my little toddler. But more than anything I would notice her short hair. A bob which made her look quite stylish and she would carry it with a lot of grace. I would always wonder, with my long hair, if I could ever look as good with such a hair style . But believe me this women looked awesome.

She would always be at the back of my mind, her pleasant smile and smart demeanour .We happened to meet during the independence day celebration at the school. She told me again how much she adored my daughter. I had forgotten her name by then but couldn’t bring myself to ask her. I noticed her chubby-cheeked son . He was really cute and an year older than my daughter . On the same day, the school was also celebrating Rakshabandhan. She specifically told me and the teachers that my daughter was not to tie a Rakhi on her son’s wrist. She thought that my daughter was too cute to be her son’s sister!

There was music and dancing at that function and in the end the teachers, the students and the parents were expected to dance, but no one was willing to take to the floor. She was the first amongst the parents to hit the floor & I followed suit. Later we exchanged numbers. I added her on facebook and saw her pictures. She had hair as long as mine. I wrote on her page “ though you look wonderful in this haircut, you had such lovely hair!”

A few days back I called her out of the blue and in the course of that conversation she told me that she had had brain-tumour and that was the reason for her short hair. A person so pleasant and lively had gone through so much pain, but had never let-on to anyone. Kudos to the short-haired lady. You ROCK

Monday, November 14, 2011

Her Stylish Bob

The first time I met her , she was hugging and playing with my daughter. I went close to my daughter but she was so happy with her. I introduced myself to her stating that I was the mother of the baby she was holding. She started speaking words of adulation for my daughter , describing how much she adored her. Then I asked her name & she told me her name and her son’s name who was a school mate of my daughter.

I would keep running into her whenever I would go to pick my daughter up from play-school . She would have the same pleasant smile and a lot of affection for my little toddler. But more than anything I would notice her short hair. A bob which made her look quite stylish and she would carry it with a lot of grace. I would always wonder, with my long hair, if I could ever look as good with such a hair style . But believe me this women looked awesome.

She would always be at the back of my mind, her pleasant smile and smart demeanour .We happened to meet during the independence day celebration at the school. She told me again how much she adored my daughter. I had forgotten her name by then but couldn’t bring myself to ask her. I noticed her chubby-cheeked son . He was really cute and an year older than my daughter . On the same day, the school was also celebrating Rakshabandhan. She specifically told me and the teachers that my daughter was not to tie a Rakhi on her son’s wrist. She thought that my daughter was too cute to be her son’s sister!

There was music and dancing at that function and in the end the teachers, the students and the parents were expected to dance, but no one was willing to take to the floor. She was the first amongst the parents to hit the floor & I followed suit. Later we exchanged numbers. I added her on facebook and saw her pictures. She had hair as long as mine. I wrote on her page “ though you look wonderful in this haircut, you had such lovely hair!”

A few days back I called her out of the blue and in the course of that conversation she told me that she had had brain-tumour and that was the reason for her short hair. A person so pleasant and lively had gone through so much pain, but had never let-on to anyone. Kudos to the short-haired lady. You ROCK

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

mom

Friday, May 16, 2008

the actors (drivers) of my life

Am an Indian girl. Born in a family where my birth's celebration was clubbed with my great grandmother's funereal feast.
My mother was the Guinea Pig of the family)People could treat her the way they wanted to )My father was a rich man's son but was given a meager pocket money in which he had to manage his wife and family.However, he was a stud ;) so he managed to work outside the family business and gave us everything we ever wanted.I have a younger sister who is a sensitive person. Although bad at math she calculates every move in life and thinks of the positive and the negative integers.My husband makes me a lucky bitch. I got all the freedom in life I ever dreamed of. He gave me wings to fly. Love u darling!In a nutshell i have seen both, the highs and the lows in life.