I always thought I was a brave-hearted woman of the world.
I am sitting on an attendant's bed right now, with the patient's bed right in front of me. We happen to be in a private room, and supposedly with all the amenities of life.
Isn't sukoon-e-qalb an amenity of life?
Apparently, an attached bath, a TV, fridge, toothbrush and toothpaste and water bottle count towards the amenities of life. Sigh.
I'm heck scared. And there is no respite till at least a week from now on. Both my parents are doctors. Both my phuppos are doctors. When we sit around the dining table, conversation easily fluctuates between the dirty game of politics and the (even dirtier) mention of 'cases' and their 'complications' .. not to mention how to 'resolve them' techniques.
I'm well familiar with words such as cannula, IV lines, anaesthesia, GA, local, etc etc. Doesn't mean I'm all comfortable when its being discussed over somebody who is so dear to me.
**sick with worry**
Please all - say Ameen to:
Let the patient get well sooner than ever, let there be no side-effects of any medicine, let the anaesthesia portion go well and smooth, and let the recovery process be steady and without any major hitches.