THE OSMOSIS OF HIS POSITIVE ENERGY TO MY NEGATIVE ENERGY.

The paralytic patients of my interaction in the last fifty years were generally homogeneous in perspective. The majority were initially incarcerated by depression consequent to paralysis, which turns to be an impediment for inevitable physiotherapy. They were many a time subjected to psychiatric treatment because no effective physiotherapy is possible with the non-co.operation of the patient. In negligible roadblocks of depression, speech impairment, etc., I attempt to take the role of a speech therapist and clinical psychologist, in addition to my main role of a physiotherapist with my limited extra physiotherapeutic awareness.

Amazingly, there were a few extraordinary patients, who with their devastating ailments, being fully dependent on others, appeared to be the source of high spirits and extraordinary self-motivation. Many a times I experienced release from monotony and disappointment of inevitable morbidity and deterioration by the extraordinary self-motivation and hope of these peculiar patients, who pass the prolonged treatment time with positive conversation and humorous talks. I felt ashamed on those occasions of my low tolerance limit because you are a failure in your therapy if you are subdued by depression instead of being a morale booster for your patient.

In my biography, I cannot forget one patient, who was with the aforesaid vibes and had undergone physiotherapy by me for one year, twenty years ago. He was a brigadier of the Indian Army, with a dictinction of being the seniormost heavy automobile advisor of the Indian Army. The Indian Army got him qualified M S from the USA, while hardly a few of his calibre were there in India. He was snatched by Japan Mitsubishi to be the Indian chief of their company. Unfortunately, two years after assuming the post, he had a massive hemorrhagic stroke at the age of fifty-six. He was hospitalised for three months with flaccid hemiplegia, almost bedridden.

I held the responsibility of physiotherapy after his discharge. The prognosis of a flaccid hemiplegia is very bad according to theory and practice. So l was not very enthusiastic about his physiotherapy as I had too many other patients who were promising good recovery. Days passed with his highly positive vibrant conversation and my work to rule physiotherapy. There was full of energy in all his words of conversation and no trace of depression or melancholy. He missed not even a small opportunity for a humorous talk cutting across the fabric barrier, distancing between men and a senior officer. Many of his wits were thunderbolt comedies, all of which cannot be narrated here. I started becoming unable to miss any of his days' treatment as I was captivated by his strange positivity, which slowly permeated to me like Osmosis.

To quote him, He said, " The street dogs roaming on the road in front of my house, fled off at my sight before I was succumbed to stroke by seeing my giant figure and big mustache which frightened them. But after stroke, when I walked out to the road, with a trembling stick in my hand, with unstable steps and cut short the pin of my majestic mustache, the sleeping dogs went on sleeping and the alert dogs appeared to be thinking that I am only a shadow of an erstwhile omnipotent brave brigadier. In fact, it was a fact, and that fact made me fearful of those scavenger dogs, which can make me fall with one bark. Therefore, I put cat steps not to provoke them. But still some mischievous dogs tried to vindicate by mock barking, which was enough to make me fall." He also said sarcastically for fun, "My wife and children also got rid of a fear of my military discipline, and started behaving as a disabled man. Therefore I cut the pin of my pinterest fashion mustache."

He made all these remarks with a high sense of humor and throughout the treatment, he was jovial. In fact, this helped his improvement far more than expectation and achieved utmost love and affection from his family. He was in the habit of walking three kilometers on the road establishing a comradeship with the former enemies of the street. He worked as a visiting professor in one of the Govt. Automobile Engineering colleges till he expired at the age of 85 yrs. It may be the training the Army imparted to him for acquiring the high level of Emotional Quotient which applied at the time of predicament.

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