Report of 28 Oct 2018
Hello from dusk!
There are streaks of pink in the sky, which is still blue. Darkness is descending.
One of Scott's colleagues said one Monday that she was "okay for a Monday." Mondays are clinic days at Kovalam, our seaside village, and grand fun - social hour, melee, mela (Indian festival), etc. There was more to the child rescue than met the eye. Apparently, the couple's employer phoned the Banyan after it was noticed that the mother was despondent, not eating, etc. The father, suffering from alcoholism, had not come home in a couple of days and the mother was upset. So they called us and we went and rescued the mother and child. The father came to visit last Sunday and was so drunk, the staff made him spend the night at the B; he left the next morning. The mother wept on not being able to go with him. The child, though, is as happy as a clam: she came scampering by my exam room, I said hello and gave her a glossy (unfortunately expired) calendar, asking her to draw me a pic from it. She came by later with a different pic, and a drawing of a heart with an arrow through it, with her name and that of the Banyan. I am glad she is happy, I hope the family resolves their issues and goes about family life.
Alcohol is quite the great destroyer, isn't it. When I have an alcoholic beverage on occasion, I don't always pause to think of the tremendous turbulence it has caused in many people's lives.
Adaikalam is fine. The staff has come up with a music system to play old Tamil songs for our patient, X, who was declining. Declining she ain't now - she was up and bopping to the music on Thursday and I was exceedingly happy. We underestimate the power of the arts in healing, says the mother of the actor. Where would we be without music, or the movie "To kill a mockingbird," or the picture of the heart and the arrow with the 2 names. We have another patient who refuses to eat; one of our young interns is on the case.
We hung out with both boys this morning. Neither will be home for Christmas. I asked our second son about the possibility of taking the 4 days off on Christmas week, loss of pay or not, and coming home, and he said they have been told not to ask for time off in December. Since he cannot come, son #1 will also stay back and hang out with him. Corporate America/India needs a swift kick in the pants: I am sure if one of us parents dropped dead, time off would be granted. The world needs to take time off for happiness just as diligently as it does for sadness.
I am going to phone my father, so will say bye. I was coming down with some malaise after every Kovalam clinic day, he suggested I wear a mask during patient contact and it was quite effective. Veteran surgeons know what they speak of.
Unw -
R
There are streaks of pink in the sky, which is still blue. Darkness is descending.
One of Scott's colleagues said one Monday that she was "okay for a Monday." Mondays are clinic days at Kovalam, our seaside village, and grand fun - social hour, melee, mela (Indian festival), etc. There was more to the child rescue than met the eye. Apparently, the couple's employer phoned the Banyan after it was noticed that the mother was despondent, not eating, etc. The father, suffering from alcoholism, had not come home in a couple of days and the mother was upset. So they called us and we went and rescued the mother and child. The father came to visit last Sunday and was so drunk, the staff made him spend the night at the B; he left the next morning. The mother wept on not being able to go with him. The child, though, is as happy as a clam: she came scampering by my exam room, I said hello and gave her a glossy (unfortunately expired) calendar, asking her to draw me a pic from it. She came by later with a different pic, and a drawing of a heart with an arrow through it, with her name and that of the Banyan. I am glad she is happy, I hope the family resolves their issues and goes about family life.
Alcohol is quite the great destroyer, isn't it. When I have an alcoholic beverage on occasion, I don't always pause to think of the tremendous turbulence it has caused in many people's lives.
Adaikalam is fine. The staff has come up with a music system to play old Tamil songs for our patient, X, who was declining. Declining she ain't now - she was up and bopping to the music on Thursday and I was exceedingly happy. We underestimate the power of the arts in healing, says the mother of the actor. Where would we be without music, or the movie "To kill a mockingbird," or the picture of the heart and the arrow with the 2 names. We have another patient who refuses to eat; one of our young interns is on the case.
We hung out with both boys this morning. Neither will be home for Christmas. I asked our second son about the possibility of taking the 4 days off on Christmas week, loss of pay or not, and coming home, and he said they have been told not to ask for time off in December. Since he cannot come, son #1 will also stay back and hang out with him. Corporate America/India needs a swift kick in the pants: I am sure if one of us parents dropped dead, time off would be granted. The world needs to take time off for happiness just as diligently as it does for sadness.
I am going to phone my father, so will say bye. I was coming down with some malaise after every Kovalam clinic day, he suggested I wear a mask during patient contact and it was quite effective. Veteran surgeons know what they speak of.
Unw -
R
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