She was there for me for quite long, just a heartbeat away, preserves the vital form of life ----! What an endearing cohort who is steadfast but flimsy. Am I not abusing her a lot? Am I not there for her as much as she is there for me? Who on earth can willfully grant her some rest? She is supposed to work continuously with a subservient attitude maintaining the right rhythm and tempo. If you let her go, she will take your life away with her.
I am not becoming overly romantic struggling to keep my eyelids open after a late lunch and spending strenuous hours with colleagues. Just that, I think a lot about that wonderful organ which is the throbbing proof of your life – “heart”!
The moment I think of her (can’t help by associating this delicate darling to the one having feminine charm), she blushes and that results in my palpitation. Finally, I was sent to hospital (no choice as this was a requirement by the company - “Executive Health Check Up”) where in you are pushed inside the demonic machines to prove your worth as a healthy human being came up with fancy reports in multi colors, graphical representation of your organ functions, junk yard of figures that grin at your penury etc. almost concluded that I am a human being who need thorough overhauling.
Physicians exchanged their grisly notes as if I may bid adieu any moment. Entire medical team surrounded me as if they are preparing to handle the imminent mishap. The captain of the team, was an octogenarian who gently patted on my chest, abdomen etc. and written on his notepad in the most illegible fashion which I could read as “Stress Test”.
In a few minutes, I was prepared for the ordeal. Entire equipments were fixed on my chest and I was covered with numerous wires (life supporting devices?) and there I was asked to do jogging on tread mill. Well, this could be a cake walk as I never miss a chance to spend one and half hours in tread mill. Initially the speed was the lower side. Old man whispered in my ears “if you feel breathless, do not collapse or jump out. Tell us, we will stop the machine” (really?). Well, my systolic pressure was shooting up as my delicate darling was subjected to extreme stress. 120 to 175 – mercury level started shooting up at an alarming rate but yet I was not ready to leave.
“He did 85 percent and is ready to continue. How is it possible?” Everybody started whispering as if it is a medical miracle that I could survive the stress. They were short of supply in the mortuary for which I was supposed to undergo this test or what?
In a few minutes time, the gentleman who took my ECG rushed to the lab and started whispering. I got a fine trained ear and hence could overhear him. “Sir, I made a mistake while marking the name on the report. The earlier report with problem belongs to someone else. Mr. Nair’s report is perfectly fine”
Gut is churning, reason is giving way to emotion ----- I was all set to ask “Means, you kept a person with heart disease waiting in the lounge? Or do you really push a person with heart disease for stress test? Do you have monthly target to achieve? Are you short of supply in mortuary?”
Oh, it is 26th September – World Heart Day – All I could say was “Ladies and Gentlemen who are bound by Hippocratic Oath ----“Have a heart!”
