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healer by heart
when a bunch of kids came together in 1985 to study medicine, little did we realize that long after we started we would forever stay frozen in time here. One of us was the healer with charm compassion and smile on his lips, dr vd umashankar. We all went through the grind of an academic mbbs with minimal skills focus but macaulayean rote learning of mostly old redundant information that was irrelevant in 1985 itself, leave alone today. After acing final year exams it was time to play doctor and we ducklings waded into water guided by many well meaning seniors and teachers. USA UK Australia remain sinkholes for all top talent, a curse India endures to this day. After passing PLAB and IELTS dr umashankar was posted across NHS England to learn the ropes of Acute care medicine. His unique ability to feel his fellow human's pain, be it a patient friend family or total stranger kept him from chasing his other passions. Uma was a polyglot dabbling in Tamil poetry prose drama singing (iyal, isai, nadagam) apart from being an entrepreneur from early on. When we were preparing for pg entrance exams uma opened his first business to explore the market. His native insights kept him floating for a while but sharks ensured his fledgling venture folded. Nevertheless uma qualified as an anaesthetist and worked mostly in some of the largest teaching hospitals in south England. Southampton, Bristol, Merthyr Tydfil, Swansea, Swindon were his training grounds. Uma specialized in cardiac anaesthesia from Cleveland clinic, USA to work in cardiac sciences for two decades. When patriotism brought him back to Chennai in 1996, little did he realize deja vu waiting for him. I had the fortune to sit through many deep dives with him, where he refused to accept that business needs to be profitable to sustain. He built a hospital that was on par with the edifices he trained and worked in while at UK USA. When we attended his hospital inauguration, we could only marvel at his brilliance in bringing India to Bharat viz., best of healthcare to a small town. His patients included many of us, who in his noble eyes were all equal; just humans in pain, to be healed. Sincerety dedication sharp clinical skills and 100% devotion meant an army of fans, of which I am astonishingly one. Which UK qualified intensivist would sleep on attenders cot to bring back a patient from jaws of death, for uma it was just another day. The sharks that ended his earlier venture smelt blood and started circling him. Some of us privy to his work and thoughts saw these sharks and warned him. A mother defended her baby from a tiger with just a stick in Indian folklore. Uma saw his patients as his brood and fearlessly continued his healing mission. When he least expected it, a great white lunged at him taking him out of the water and ending a 54 year old story. Those of us watching from sidelines could do nothing but cry. Dr Umashankar, a legend, the likes of whom are like the kurinji flower, blooming rarely but leave a gash deep in our hearts. Adios my friend, we learnt from you how to have only the patients welfare in mind when confronted with myriad options. Acute care medicine is poorer today uma, your patients lost their saviour. Soldiers give their today for our tomorrow. Doctors sacrifice their youth in training, for their patients. Dr Umashankar gave his life, till the end remaining a true healer.
Dr Thanga Prabhu: Acute care medicine, Health Informatics, Digital Health expert. mbbs classmate of Dr VD Umashankar aka ums aka umasha :(
Jack n Jill
As I walked to Yercaud foothills a nomad passed me with his brood of ducklings, moving as one large amorphous amoeba. Just hatched, probably few days old nevertheless cuddly little fellas cute as all newborn are. I decided to get a pair and after a bout of haggling had Jack and Jill in my hand. It feels nice to hold life in one's hands. Being an ER doc I get to hold the dead many times and it aint easy. Many nights the thought of the cold hand haunts me endlessly, who once would have lived like the rest of us. I quit active practice as I couldn't handle the emotional turmoil of seeing people dead, if lucky in one piece. ER work is battlefield work, nothing easy about it. No matter how much one prepares for the shift, it is annoyingly novel every time. The feeling of a bird held in hand is how foetus moving in the belly of a pregnant mom is described in medical textbooks. Being the unlucky sex, we men can only plant seed but it is left to the female to nurture and grow a life. As I held these two fellas in my hand, it reminded me God exists.
At home a cozy home was identified for the ducklings. An unused bird cage which saw 30 pigeons breeding actively was soon home to our babies. As I walked in to my house Brownie our dachshund was curious to see the contents of the bag I held in my hand. I decided to introduce Jack and Jill to the master of the house Brownie. As I lowered the bag for brownie, he lunged at it as if I was offering a gift to him. I should have recognized the hunter turning on in him, alas it slipped my mind.
After settling into their new home with fresh water to drink and some rice to eat, Jack and Jill announced their arrival with a medley of kee kee kee. The baby sound ducklings make till they learn to quack kept us company for many days. My elderly parents who always bred hens, cocks, pigeons, ducks, turkeys were overwhelmed with joy to hold the lil fellas in their hand.
After an hour there was silence from Jack and Jill. I went to check on their wellbeing. Surprisingly both were missing from the pigeon hole that we had placed them in. Being babies, who are curious and inquisitive by nature they had decided to check out the rest of the coop. I closed the main door of the coop behind me and started looking for them amongst all the stuff that had crept into the coop, serving as a store now.
Brownie was furious that I had ignored him and not utilized his services to find Jack and Jill. His incessant barking with ears upright and tail pointed straight out was clear he was ready to serve his master, me. Or that was how I interpreted it then. He was actually hunting. In an earlier encounter Tiger his predecessor had sniffed out Nag, a 5 foot hooded Cobra in our garden and ensured my dad came nowhere near it with barking and display of his canine protecting his master. Eventually that snake was dealt with safely. Expecting a serpent I opened the coop door.
Hunter Brownie went straight for the jugular of one of the duckling, grabbed it and ran away. Before I realized what had transpired he had enjoyed the snack and came trotting for second helping. I disciplined him and tried in vain to explain to a hunter the morals of going vegan.
Dont know if it was Jack or Jill that survived this onslaught but after much searching found the survivor very quietly hiding in a nook. I gently extricated it and shifted to a safer place with strong mesh all around. Duckling was happy though it must have missed the brood that were its siblings and till recently his partner. Brownie was always sitting outside the cage like sphinx in rapt attention watching every move or noise it made. Life went on for the singleton with Brownie the bad boy eyeing it and desperately clawing away to reach it. One fine day there was silence in the cage. I found to my dismay my little baby on her back, probably dying of cold.
Jack and Jill came down the Yercaud hill,
Jack got eaten, Jill survived but in a few days joined him in the yonder.
Life goes on...
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Life can be so ephemeral - Death and beyond
A few days ago I got a call from a person whom I hold in high esteem. His adult daughter had just passed away at 0230 hrs early morning. There was history of diarrhoea for three days after consuming hotel food, delivered by a food delivery company. Few questions kept popping up in my mind, after helping him face this unbearable loss and navigating a quagmire of unnecessary and repetitive processes. Corruption rears its ugly head to benefit from an emotionally labile condition that prevails. Looking at the workflow involved from the time death is suspected, multiple points of improvement were obvious to improve, all the way to support for grief.
1. Role of emergency services
2. Can food poisoning or Cholera kill in a short time (few days)
3. The Death identification, confirmation, certification process in India
4. MLC - medico legal case implications for death at home, autopsy procedures
5. Funeral arrangements
6. Grief/ Bereavement counselling
FHIR-fast healthcare inter-operability resource
Hearing from folks on the field that the basic 'Z segment' tail continues to wag the HL7 dog in FHIR too. It is just a easier way to talk to systems using API calls and SOAP-XML but the basic HL7 design has to be revisited. RIM was an approach to get design out of the equation in creating a reference information model. Problem is it turned out to be a bigger monster that layety found difficult to grasp.
Only good thing that has happened is CDA-clinical document architecture. It is Case Record clinically high fidelity with XML running under-hood for system to system communication. CCD-continuity of care documents builds with CDA to create an EMR that can be strung together as a EHR.
community citizenship
My dad has always lead by example, I am one of his chelas. Sharing your joy with others, that too those less fortunate who are neglected, alone, hungry and deserted multiplies it manifold. My decade with GE taught me the power of education, there can't be a nobler charity than teaching. He distributes food and clothes but I insisted on reading/writing material. While shopping in Vashi Hypercity was approached by college students volunteering to raise money for a cancer child patient. Gladly helped them. Crossword and Landmark setup shop offering learning pack for Rs 100 (colouring book, pencil, eraser) once paid for by a patron to distribute amongst Kamatipura children. Kamatipura is famous for prostitution, the book pack is for their children who came into this world as a byproduct of someone's pleasure. Life is difficult for these poor souls who earn a pittance for working 18+ hours 7 days a week with constant fear of sexual disease, violence and exploitation. I donated willingly to help these children who grow up hearing and seeing their mothers being abused daily. Went on a shopping spree for my young brood, picked up colouring books, crayons and a cap with India flag. Dad distributed rava laddu and samosa, I gave out books and crayons. My gift will last a long time and of the 30 many will become IAS, IPS officers, DRs, teachers who will remember the uncle who gave them these gifts. I want to bring digital education, oops before that English, Maths skills so they confidently walk tomorrow's stage.
With my dream growing we left, content 30 children will snugly tuck into bed with hope, knowing there are still a few left in this world who are happy in giving rather than taking.
Tamil Nadu - Healthcare role model
miracles still happen
Medical work is noble, spiritual, unique in that the skills mean difference between life and death...literally. To accomplish such feats a team of clinicians, technicians and healthcare miracle workers has to synchronize and work together with clockwork precision. Like a relay race the baton passes from one to another seamlessly, communication is subtle and in gestures mostly. A hand reaches out to have the correct instrument placed at the right angle with the right things included, which then goes on to become an extension of the surgeon's fingers to deftly weave his magic on the tiny heart.
When the sheets came off in the end for him to be transferred out of the OT, the tiny fighter caught my attention by his sheer smallness. As the team lifted him onto the transport incubator there were many tubes and lines, which I gladly extended a hand to lift.
BTW-by the way this too happened in a corporate hospital.
head injury wonder
a RTA patient was admitted to one of the teaching hospitals GCS - 4/15 with SAH, LOC. In the corporate world this patient might end up with a huge bill (running into several lakhs), teaching hospital environment is different. Here the the team endeavours to practise medicine in an ethical way per hippocratic oath. Indiginisation runs in our veins as we grew up tinkering with ambassador car/lambretta scooters where repair is default, replace a luxury. Even the manufacturer is astonished to learn how much juice we can extract from a fruit :)
Patient went through HPE, FAST, airway secured, line access opened and neurosurgeon requested to assist. SAH was successfully evacuated. An intensivist team took over from here and gradually brought the patient back to GCS 15/15 to go home walking. Psychiatrist consultation was sought early to keep mental equilibrium as swings in mood during acute trauma are expected. Today he has been returned to the community by this wonderful team of medics, who work out of passion to serve. A refreshing change from a world, where even breast milk is sold and uterus hired like a bank vault!
Medicine is service...full stop.
God - east and west
Stephen Hawking is a western scientist and he and his coworkers are splitting the atom to such an extent that now we are talking of a state in which matter can exist as matter or a wave. The further we go down that path, we are finding it is like going up further into space in search of other galaxies; both leading us to realms beyond human comprehension.
I believe our (eastern) approach to science and medicine is a workable way than trying to understand everything. What human intelligence cant comprehend is attributed to religion leading to the theory of religion begins where science ends.
eye tracker
In criminology it can be adapted to be used as an advanced lie detector. When shown a picture of the crime scene, only one person will know the exact location of suspect items...the criminal. When I had my eyes tracked it was embarassing, as the picture shown was of a beauty in bikini. You dont want this kind of information to be shown with percentages on the areas seen most. Behavioural psychology can have many interesting experiments using this technology.
Medicos learn by observing. Our teachers used to always tell us to be like a sponge and absorb as much as you can. Interpreting images is a skill acquired by experience. No medical school curriculum can teach 100% all the possible images that one would be expected to interpret over a lifetime. They can and do teach the Process...the way to look at a medical image and decide, abnormal/normal first. Qualitative and then quantitative interpretation for the abnormality flows out as an impression. When we watch experienced clinicians look at a CT scan, xray, ecg, foetal monitor ctg or eeg and read it like the bible effortlessly, that makes us turn green with envy. When asked to teach a fresher on how that interpretation is done many a times the same clinician fails miserably :( We can walk but not necessarily know all the possible mechanisms which run in the background. The fact that only a few can be good Teachers, holds very true as to teach one must first know. The comes the difficult task of translating that into words that will explain it to another person. Work, Research and Teaching are a holy triumvirate and few have scaled this peak! Eye tracker can be a useful adjunt to analysze medical image interpretaion by a Consultant.
The technology is so small and sleek that Mercedes, BMW, Audi provide it as a nice addon to their higher range of cars. It sits snugly on the rear view mirror and monitors the drivers eyes. The moment he dozes, it warns visually and audibly to alert the driver.
What an idea sirji?
ElderCare & Mentoring
upload to brain?
Light is perceived as presence/absence, tone, brighness and colour (frequency).
Data-information-knowledge that is how processing occurs.
If the data is exploding in size will the brain evolve to process this or just selectively filter the info and use it? We sense the world by vision (light), hearing (sound), smell (chemicals as gas), taste (chemicals as liquid) and touch (attributes of objects such as temperature, dimensions in 3D, size, etc.).
Predominantly vision is used to input data. Modern machines are using sight, hearing and some smell to present data.
Is the sensory end organs' data processing necessary for it to travel to the brain? Cochlear implants prove that it is not so. Can we improve the efficiency of data acquisition? Does the brain work better when cooled (as PCs do)? How does the brain learn? What is memory? Can we write and read from memory directly into the brain? Is magnetism a way to reach the brain non invasively and interact with it?
Is it possible to directly read/write to the human brain? Vision is the primary means of inputting data now. In ancient times hearing was the main means of data acquisition (in India). What is memory? What is the real world like when not interpretted through a human brain? Is the perception affecting our basic laws of science? Einsteins theory of relativity says time is relative to the observer. Is sense also relative to the observer?
brain
God
thinking
ghost
MMI (man machine interface)
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