STOP WACTHING ME NAKED!

I had a relative who met an accident and broke his knee. He went through a difficult knee surgery and was in the hospital for almost two weeks. I was shocked when he told me that he didn’t use the bedpan for 11 days. Because he was shy to pass stool in the presence of a nurse or other strangers. So he was holding onto it for such a long time. It was very difficult for an adult to show his nakedness even when he was so helpless or in an emergency case. Just imagine, he was a male adult, for a female it will be all the more difficult for sure.

Why only adults? If we observe a young boy or girl of 5, he or she will surely be ashamed of getting undressed in the presence of a stranger or outsider in the house.

So the bottom-line is whether it is an adult or child no one likes to show his/her nakedness to the other (or a stranger).

The above examples are quite small or lesser in comparison to my experience which were way more pathetic than embarrassing. I remember, in the year 2001, I was lying on a hospital bed with my hospital dresses on. A nurse, a beautiful one, came to me and announced that the barber will come and shave all your hair before the surgery. I nodded and quickly took my shirt off and lay down like a good boy, exercising my advantage of being a male. But when the barber showed up, he blew my mind.

“Sir, take off your pant too… I will shave all the hair of your body.” He said.

“What? Why?” I protested.

The nurse appeared and requested, “Sir, one hair on your body can cause infection, so he will clean shave you. And I won’t be here”. She said and pulled the curtain before leaving the room. The barber was waiting with his sharp weapons in his hand. He didn’t wait for me to push my pajama down but simply pulled it quickly and started shaving me, leaving my head only.

“Urrggghhh” Yeah, that much I could express at that moment of embarrassment. There was only one consolation for me that the barber was a ‘he‘, a male. 

When I found myself alive getting back to my senses after my heart surgery, I heard a lot of noises of children screaming at the top of their voice. I was in Paediatric ICU after the surgery because I am a congenital (from birth) heart patient. When I came back to my full consciousness I realized, I am stark naked underneath the blanket. 

A nurse appeared and smiled at me. I smiled back and asked, why there are only children I can see and hear around me. She explained the reason. I was satisfied and kept quiet. But in the name of dressing and sponge bath when she removed the blanket, I was like, “What are you doing? I want a dress.” 

She smiled and responded, “You are my 25 years old baby, and now it is not right to wear anything as there’s a pipe connected from your wounds to drain out all the waste blood out of your body.” 

I was so vulnerable, exposed, and naked, yet so helpless at that moment. I let her touch or do anything to me as she wanted. Thankfully, the nurse was in her forties and I felt okay afterward. 

The very next day, came a much younger and beautiful to follow the same duty. My whole being was screaming inside me, “Stop watching me naked”. But to my embarrassment, it continued further for the next two or three days till the pipe was taken off my body and I could stand or move around on my own feet.

Now, stop imagining me naked, you guys… 😛

I will never want to feel helpless and embarrassed like that again in my life. But as I was thinking about these events, God gave me two thoughts in my mind to share with you all as lessons from these embarrassing situations. 

Whenever we do a mistake or commit a sin, we always feel ashamed, embarrassed, or scared to face our near and dear ones. Because we fear that a loved one can easily know what we have done. I am completely naked before him or her. We definitely feel uncomfortable being so naked or exposed before our loved ones yet we get corrected. It benefits us. But the flip side of it has a terrible repercussion in our life when we hide our nakedness from our loved ones till we are caught at a moment of no return. It is the same or more dangerous when we try to cover up our nakedness from our Creator.

If the husbands are hiding something from their wives or the wives have any secrets that kill them from within, it is better to get naked in front of each other and sort it out. Yeah, I know there are exceptions but it is always good to come clean to get rid of any infectious disease called, “SIN”. 

The statement like, “… I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid” is fatal. 

That is why even when I feel naked and exposed before God Almighty, I pray as king David prays which is written in the Bible: 

Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.

I don’t have to say, “Stop watching me naked” when I come to God, but ask Him to see my nakedness and cover it with His love and saving grace so that my life would be restored. 

Stay Blessed!

 

THE COFFEE THAT MADE HISTORY

My footsteps echoed with a plangency, that almost scared me. As I walked, through the lighted but empty hallway, I could hear, the westerly winds, making the Eucalyptus tree leaves, rustling with fear. It was that kind of a night. My palms were wet with sweat and my heart was racing ahead of me. It was as if I was walking through the deep dark forest with the sunbathed leaves crunching under my foot, only this was the lighted hallway of my Operation Theatre. Every footstep accentuated the deadening silence that engulfed me. Suddenly, her giggles broke the monotony of that engulfing silence and grew louder. It was her trademark giggle and somehow it was music to my ears. Women have this nature of arriving from nowhere and imposing themselves on the scene. Perhaps, God has made them that way. “Meena”, I called in desperation.

Meena was the best Scrub Nurse, that I, a young and inexperienced Surgeon could have, in my graveyard shift. She opened the Operation Theatre door with a smile and said, “Perfect!! your patient has already been wheeled in”. I peeped in to see, the young kid, with a stick inside his abdomen and said in exasperation, “I dunno, whether the child will survive”. She immediately shot back, “It’s not for ours to think of survival. We are the means, never the end”. Women do that. They are masters at a refocussing back to ground zero realities and whenever they do that, God above smiles. You might think, “how insensitive!!”, but they love blurting out pathway driven truths. “The Anaesthetist is on his way and before he arrives, I have brewed some Coffee. It’s not the best in the World but will serve the purpose of re-energizing us“, she said smiling. “Gosh!! I need the coffee”, I thought. “How did she know that?” A million dollar question which men have been trying to answer since times immemorial. Women somehow know the onlooker better than the onlooker knows them. It’s a thought process that’s engraved inside that busy brain of theirs, since birth.

The coffee was soothing. One sip and my parched and drought-ridden throat suddenly had a voice. Meena was wearing her blue scrubs and sipping coffee with me. “Hows it?”, she asked. “It’s not the best in the World, but serves our purpose emphatically”, I said. “Ahh!!! the humour is back“, she blurted out immediately. “My coffee works, Isn’t it?“, she said it with a chuckle. I kind of knew by that time that she was loathing me back to confidence. Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “Women are like tea bags, you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water. Women somehow love to stand up and deliver in difficult situations, a thing we men always note but forget to mention until Valentine’Day or Women’s Day.” She expectingly asked, “Sir, how is it, that you are quickly able to sip away the piping hot coffee?”. I answered with a smile, “coffee is always good when hot because it fires up the fatigued neurons to act”. She immediately retorted back, “Isn’t this patient similar to the hot coffee, you are drinking?” When I gave an inquisitive look, she further added, “to operate on a difficult and diseased patient, takes courage but results in increased skills, which go down a long way to make you more daring, for such cases”. I argued back saying, “Surgery is an art, Meena!!” She coyly smiled and said, “Sir, Surgery is definitely an art, but Surgery is also a dare. For the skills to get better, the dare is essential”. She had a point there, I thought. Just then the Anaesthetist arrived and we scrubbed for the Surgery. We operated on the kid, and found a hole in the intestine and repaired it. The child remained over 2 months in our Surgical Ward and went home after that.

Its been 10 years since that day but it still rings clear in my head, whenever I am reluctantly operating on a sick patient. Meena’s words still echo and have over the years become a guiding light. Here was a woman, who taught me something, that no Medical College did. That eventful night, she changed a mindset for good. Now I relish a dare because 10 years back she proved it for me. She gave me belief, hope, desire and topped it with lots of smiles. For me, she has and will always remain a “Woman of Substance“. As we celebrate International Women’s Day, I salute her indomitable spirit. Its always has been my prayer, “May her tribe increase“.