Long back, say when I was about eleven years old, met with an accident, which left a big scar on my forehead (18 stitches, if I am right), and for the same many still suspect my husband!
I had to be in Medical College hospital for nearly two weeks. It was the first time in my life I came to know about the God sent people working in hospitals, right from the attender who carried me in stretchers, the team of doctors who treated me, very cautiously packed all my wounds as it shouldn’t leave any indelible marks on my body.
Then angels (dressed in white) walked in every day to my room, to give me medicines on time and to clean and dress my wounds on alternate days. My mother used to sit by my side nights and days, leaving my dear sister and brother back home, which might have made a nurse and doctor out of them both.
One day while the wound dressing was going on, I felt like something flowing over my face. I grabbed my mother’s hand. It still surprises me how she was handling all those, but she rushed for the nursing station. Again the room filled with the medical team. But things well went and the day of discharge, the nurse aunt came back to the room with a mirror in a hand.
She showed me my face and told me to see you are perfect, even the time I had a shaven head, blood clots in my eyes and the stitching ends were so visible. She repeated me again “You are so sweet, there’s nothing that has taken away your charm”. Is was really the confidence that was built in an eleven-year-old girl, and I still carry the indelible mark on my forehead!!!
When 7th of April, is observed as World Health Day; it takes a wider turn this 2020. As the world is facing the pandemic, Covid 19, the common man gets the rarest chance to see humans functioning as Gods – it is none other than our Doctors, Nurses, Midwives, Assistants, Attenders, Ambulance Service providers and the entire staff who manage the proper functioning of our health care centres, who lend us the hands of God and keeps us well.
Along with them need to thank our administrative and other forces too who stay away from their homes to keep us safe.
Parvathy Ramachandran
Hailing from the Trivandrum, the capital city of the green paradise Kerala, Parvathy Ramachandran is an avid writer and an educator. She started her career as humble as a teacher at Al Noor International School, Bahrain, before she joined TKMM College, Trivandrum as an Assistant Professor of English. She has also served Sree Narayana College for Women, Kollam. Parvathy’s fields of interest include poetry, short fiction, Trans-Cultural Studies, Gender Studies etc. She has presented herself in a number of national and international seminars whereas her articles on trending contemporary issues have found their place in a few online platforms too.
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