Hi @BlueDartCares@BlueDart_
what happened to your support numbers(02240611234, 08046611234)? they are getting dropped automatically. Neither you're responding to support emails sent nor the support numbers were reachable.
Hi @Lifestyle_Store,
What is the use of ur app if it can't send the OTP for login, and useless customer care responses from templates without ever reading the concern?!
I have reported that I re-installed the app multiple times on both android and iOS and it fail to send OTP.
@ICICIBank_Care@ICICIBank@ICICIBank_Care It is just another lie, no one ever contacted till now or addressed the issue. How long do you need to solve this issue?
Hello @ICICIBank@ICICIBank_Care,
What kind of customer care you are running that can’t live up to its promise?
The failure of your #CBDC app is still to be fixed after a week, with this speed of customer care #RBI could never achieve digital strategies with players like you.
@3rdEyeDude Bus driver responsible for taking right w/o indication or looking, 3 wlr in panic tried avoiding bus badly,even better had the 2wlr rode on left lane rather than right lanes meant for other vehicles. Overtaking by squeezing is always a gambling, luck may not be in favor everytime
The 4th Laddu.
These 3 laddus were given to me by the wife of my patient on his birthday, a few weeks before.
She was now happy and the family was doing good for themselves.
My patient Paul, suffered from alcohol use disorder. He had been drinking for more than 15y. Three months back, he developed severe alcohol-related hepatitis. Jaundiced, with abdominal fluid, blood infection and disoriented, he was transferred to our Unit for expert management & liver transplant.
Liver transplant was not an option from the outset. Paul owned a small provisions and bakery shop, had two girls, aged 5y and 9y and his wife worked part time errands, but quit after the girls were born. They did not have enough money to evaluate Paul for the transplant.
So we put him on antibiotics, cleared the infection and put him on a salvage stool transplant to increase his life. You can read more on it here: https://t.co/kAWFmEJJZ7
He responded to it. Alcohol-related hepatitis resolved and he went back to being a stable cirrhosis patient. We put him on a psychiatry program to prevent relapse. He did well. For 3 months. Then stopped coming to my OPD and started drinking again. Initially 300ml/d and then almost a liter/d.
Paul's cousins dragged him to my outpatient department one day and I got to know his relapse was bad. He had stopped meds and was back with his "good friends." He paid for everyone's drinks. I spoke to Paul and told him that it was a disease, he needed help, his friends were not real and his daughters needed a father. He cried a lot and told me alcohol was more an attractive option than anything else. He agreed for deaddiction again and went back in the protocol and also went back to drinking.
Hospital visits and medicines and expenses for buying alcohol for himself and friends were getting a big deal. One day his wife comes in alone and tells me not to get him better again. He gets better, he goes back to drinking and we lose a lot of money. Let him remain little sick, so that we will somehow earn enough from the store to get through. He will be home and I can work at the shop and provide for all.
After a couple months, after a severe binge, he developed severe alcohol-related hepatitis again. This time, it was worse. His kidneys were injured. The family denied admission. They had no money to spare. It would have to come from the daughters education, the mother had kept aside. They lived very far. Almost 400km from where I worked.
For the next 2 weeks, I regularly prescribed medicines, made suggestions to reduce symptoms and comforted the family over phone, while Paul was treated at home. A good physician nearby their home would administer antibiotics and fluids to Paul as he got sicker.
Paul died at home on the 18th day after I diagnosed him with recurrent alcohol-related hepatitis.
Three months after his death, his wife came all the way to visit me, on Paul's birthday, to give me sweets. Three Laddus. One from her and two from the daughters. Because I never stigmatized her or Paul. I did not make her look like a failure. I never blamed her or Paul for his disease. I never shouted at Paul for his behaviour. They were free now. The girls went to school and the wife was now running the shop well.
But all I could think about, was that fourth Laddu. The one I never received from Paul, because he died. A woman lost her husband, two bright young children lost their father. All three lives broken and a void that can never be filled.
I never advise anyone to even consume alcohol occasionally even if they are in the pink of their health. I don't advise alcohol in moderation. I don't, because I have post traumatic stress disorder from seeing families get shattered into a million little pieces due to alcohol.
Today morning Nagamani’s husband escaped a near death because of the pothole. Both husband wife came to pothole & filled with soil for least, so that nobody gets injured or die. This is state of #NammaBengaluru roads, at least now wake up @BBMPCOMM@BSBommai#SpeakUpBengaluru