“Use it or lose it .” was Dr. Mehra’s mantra. Dr, Mehra was the orthopaedic surgeon of the small blue nursing home, down by the road .
After every surgery, be it a trivial metacarpal fracture or a serious THR(Total Hip replacement), he would visit his post-op room and expound this piece of wisdom with utter gravitas. “Move “, the nurse would doggedly take up the case of mobility after bone surgeries . “Movement is life .” She would whisper in her gravelly voice into ears of groaning, gowned, crouching ,souls , dragging their painful limbs across the gleaming floor of the corridor.
After every surgery, be it a trivial metacarpal fracture or a serious THR(Total Hip replacement), he would visit his post-op room and expound this piece of wisdom with utter gravitas. “Move “, the nurse would doggedly take up the case of mobility after bone surgeries . “Movement is life .” She would whisper in her gravelly voice into ears of groaning, gowned, crouching ,souls , dragging their painful limbs across the gleaming floor of the corridor.
So, it was Dr. Mehras turn today. By a strange twist of fate , he emerged from a bad RTA(Road Traffic Accident)to stare at his broken ribs and tibia on the X-Ray display unit in his own OPD.
Two days later , still groggy from anaesthesia , and pain searing his limbs , he heard his own words echo back at him,albeit in a soft-spoken manner-“Use it or lose it, sir ” chanted his favourite pupil from his bed side , as the nurse readied a walker, “Movement is life Sir “She crooned .
Two days later , still groggy from anaesthesia , and pain searing his limbs , he heard his own words echo back at him,albeit in a soft-spoken manner-“Use it or lose it, sir ” chanted his favourite pupil from his bed side , as the nurse readied a walker, “Movement is life Sir “She crooned .
Retribution eh !
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