As a Doctor I learned my first cannula insertion, IV, IM , Ryle tube , foleys insertion from a NURSE
I learnt basic Patient care from a nurse ,
I learnt humility from a nurse
I learnt motherly care and brotherly strength from a nurse
In return all they expect is Respect and compassion towards their work and equality stature thats the basic we should do and be thankful for their support .
Happy International Nurses day to all the nurses ♥️🙏🏻
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Medical Residents in India are pushed through 36-48 hour shifts as if exhaustion is a qualification, not abuse.
They are humiliated by senior Drs, shouted at by staff nurses, assaulted by patients, buried under paperwork, and often treated as disposable labour rather than doctors in training.
Many female residents still have no access to safe, clean toilets with working latches, running water, or dignity, even during menstruation.
They buy coffee and snacks for faculty from their own pockets, absorb toxicity in silence, and often have nowhere safe to report harassment, assault, or exploitation.
Internship and residency in India have become a system where suffering is institutionalised and called training.
A country that trusts residents with human lives still refuses to protect theirs.
Healing a nation should not require breaking its youngest doctors.
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rang rasiya during initial phase was literally pure cinema ♥️
itv’s downfall should be studied not just in actors and writing but cinematography and production value is also so poor
Bachpan waala India.
Regardless of the weather, our dinner time was at 7:00 PM and bed time was 10:00
Eating out at a restaurant was a huge deal, a rarity actually, that only happened when it was a birthday or a very special occasion to celebrate.
There was no such thing as fast food on every other day, and having a bottle of soft drinks and an ice-cream from the local shop was a real treat. Pass your final exams and you might have gotten a new set of clothes, or Bata shoes.
You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your ‘home’ clothes. There was no taking or picking you up in the car, you either boarded the school bus or rode on public transport, or just walked home. You got home did your chores and homework before dinner.
Not everyone had a house phone and much later, all private conversation were at PCO booth's.
We didn’t have appletv AmazonPrime or Netflix. We had only Doordarshan to watch. Jungle Book came once a week on a Sunday and Chhaya Geet on Thursday’s, for which we waited all week.
We played chor police, lappa chuppi, Football, Cricket, lagori, dabba ice-spice (actually it was “I spy”) Marbles and any other game we could come up with... At home, we stuck to chess, ludo, snakes and ladders and Monopoly.
Staying shut in the house was a PUNISHMENT and the only thing we knew about "bored" was --- "You better find something to do before I find it for you!"
Life was good without insta, facebook, twitter.
Followers were the friends standing behind you.
We played music via magnetic tapes or radio. A walkman was a luxury for the uber rich.
We went to the local shop for groceries and chiclets, jeera goli, kismi used to be a couple of paise.
We ate what Mum made for dinner and put in our lunch and snack box.
Bottled water was non existent. We drank from the school water filter.
We called our friends from home by shouting their names from the street below.
We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING. We played until dark... sunset was our alarm.
If someone had a fight, that's what it was and we were friends again a day later if not SOONER.
We watched our mouths around our elders because all of our aunts, uncles, grandpas, grandmas, and our parents' best friends were all extensions of our PARENTS and you didn't want them telling your parents you’d misbehaved! Or they would give you something to cry about.
We respected the Police, Firemen, Ambulance workers, Teachers, Doctors and Nurses.
We never answered back... ever!!!
We got detention at school for not doing homework, no hair cut, being late to class or being naughty.
Our teachers spanked us when we deserved it and our parents did not complain about it.
We did not know what luxury was. Our simple lives were so good.
Those were the good days. So many kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid 😁.
I loved my childhood and all the friends I hung around with.
Congrats, if you are from the same generation...
😁🌹🤗
Unpopular opinion: 2009-2015 was the best phase for itv, all the toxic k shows had ended by that time and shows used to be so positive, peaceful, inspiring and different to eo; shows used to be least toxic and free of third angle, polygamy or sautan dramas.
Even if they were airing today, they still wouldn’t hit same. Back then there was no social media no spoilers no toxic fds, It was us, our school life & the excitement of finishing homwork quickly to watch these dramas. Maybe that simplicity is what made the experience so special