Even at my busiest, I’ve updated this blog quite frequently. Sometimes, it has given what twitter never could, a free flowing monologue which I could aim towards well meaning audience.
However, before my last entry on women’s day and the one before on new year’s eve, there have been no posts.
The reason is not the lack of time, but rather the excess of writing.
I’m down with a bit of flu, some bit of fever triggered by throat infection. I have noticed that I am snapping a lot and not being my usual collected self with family, may be even friends.
I am irritable because of fever and body pain and a few complaints. This – after getting access to medication the day i fell ill. Also, the day after was the weekend so I did not have to go to work. And i do not have to for a while now. This, after I am getting all the rest I need, am at the liberty to eat and sleep as I see fit, and am gradually getting better.
Compare my situation to someone who has had an illness – chronic or acute, mental or physical, without privilege.
If a flu can make me snarky, what can constant pain do?
Yet, we want all patients to be nice, sweet, obedient, playing the victim. If they are angry, hostile, rude or in anyway not how we expect them to be – rosy – we do not treat them well, consciously or unconsciously.
If a flu can trigger hostility and bring down inhibition, stronger stuff definitely can?
Why do we want cute little victims?
Has being a savior become more important than being a humane health professional?