This was part of a long drive conversation with DW. I have worked in two healthcare models, one of the developed world, and another barely sufficing to meet needs of the developing ( whatever that word means) world. We manage to scrape the surface back home. Manage the one single basic issue really well. But if anything is screwed, complications arise, or things become more complex than diagnosis and treatment of one issue, we step back, become fatalistic and let things take a natural course.
Which is not to say that the plentiful bounteous healthcare dollars available to the American healthcare system have created a mannaland here. Problems of treating a populace that expects too much, and believes itself to be immortal, and a force ready to appease this hunger, are not easy to solve. You would say, what's wrong with that? This is an individualistic society that values the achiever who pushes his chances to the maximum, be that his fight with fence sitters, backscratchers, depression or pesky irritants that threaten his longevity. But, do we need a geriatrician to tell us that one day it is going to all end, and to accept this is not a defeat of the generation?
Are we then better off in the developing world setting, where too much healthcare has not intruded itself into interfering with the daily issues of life, or becoming a part of it? After all, would I care what goes into the making of my TV as long as I am able to watch stuff on it? Or is that a sense of acceptance that since we cannot shape our lives with the limited monies and resources we have, we have to accept what life deals to us, be that the fatal realizations of the frailties of our own bodies?
To be truthful, I do not know. If it were me, I would want the best, ain't I? But, are the countless visits to the doctor's, tests, venepunctures everyday, some numbers thrown against my profile, pills, chills and psychic overkills really the best? I cannot seem to decide without a P<0.05
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Homeostenosis
I met a 83 year old, who once would lift 250 pounds in one snatch,
Now, age, the passing of his significant other, severe heart failure,
I know not which more, makes em puff and sigh so hard,
In 10 pound dumbbells he finds his match.
Now, age, the passing of his significant other, severe heart failure,
I know not which more, makes em puff and sigh so hard,
In 10 pound dumbbells he finds his match.
Astra Castra Numen Lumen
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Echo
My Q waves wonder why they are there, While,
Physiology, respiratory variations or my lardaceous midriff
Do not explain whether the cold water I drank,
Inverted the Ts in the same views
Of my presenile heart, which must now be viewed
Or so they say!!
Physiology, respiratory variations or my lardaceous midriff
Do not explain whether the cold water I drank,
Inverted the Ts in the same views
Of my presenile heart, which must now be viewed
Or so they say!!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Iphone secrets
I am also surprised as to how well my Bluetooth headsets work with the iPhone. Earlier on with the windows mobile handset , it was a task trying to her the headset to sync with the handset. Listening to the classics on piano by Richard Clayderman..... Soothing with no sound breaks. Wish I had waited for the Bose Bluetooth headset. But the Motorola is good enough.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Hope , I hope is on my way
Shivakumar
Tomorrow is a new day.
Hope , I hope is on my way
Shivakumar
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Moblogging
This is my first post from the iPhone blogging tool. Blogger has become an old thing in some ways what with twitter and Facebook. But I prefer freetext to click and enter. Having the iPhone handy is also useful when the thought strikes and pen and paper are not handy, nor is a computer screen.
I have to figure out how to insert an embedded hyperlink in text with this device.
Meliorix
I have to figure out how to insert an embedded hyperlink in text with this device.
Meliorix
Friday, January 28, 2011
Interview questions and answers tips
This is for future reference:
Motivator: "Tell me something about yourself"
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Bodypainthing ...circa std III textbook
Thought I would never find this ever....
King of the island of Gulp 'em Down
Was thought the finest young fellow in town
When he dressed in his best for the party.
Okaa Pokaa Ching Ma Ring
Eighteenth wife of the mighty king
Loved her Lord above everything
And dressed him up for the party.
Satins and silks the queen did lack
But she'd some red paint, that looked well on black
So she painted her Lord and Master's back?
Before he went to the party
Crowns and stars and ships with sails
And flying dragons with curly tails
And so dressed Okee Pokee, without a coat or a vest
But yet, in his best for the party..
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