In Kashmir rumours are generally true than facts” and mystically nursing was galloped with such rumours, potentially incorporated with viral traits. After a long hitherto, virtual disgrace that was embedded in it, progressively disappeared. The sigh of nurse even the verbal prudence with such word was enough to splash an apathetic smile on the face of people, the psychological imbroglio of the common masses was satirically bereft of such profession.
Here I want to get you into the moments while ypu encountered with a nurse, an informal fantasy induced in you, a sense of downtrodden, so many impregnated false notations, you might have experienced all these things.
During the world war second, when the mega armoured persons, children, elders, were in a miserable status. These so called nurses endeavoured to serve the mankind with patience and with expertise, quite invariably they strived to serve and you left no chance to humiliate them.
In any hospital setting while everyone seemingly appears strange, you hardly dare to express your grievances, only the nurse seems to be an option. You ever analysed this? Certainly not, because your ingrains are preoccupied with false notations.
In Kashmir while depression continues to be the prime concern invariably paralysing the masses with its dark appearance, with least options to resolve it, the nurses can do it.
Being primary care givers, awareness of social, cultural, political, occupational tendencies, they can induce a major jolt to this long impending horror.
I was in clinical posting at SMHS hospital, it was mid-January night, the whole ward was in hustle, and incidentally I approached to a patient on bed, I picked up the report card and looked up for the details, diagnosed with chronic pancreatitis, suddenly the doctors arrived, during a brief exposure they asked the patient, that surgery is must, we have to remove this diseased part. She was a lady. Her eyes drenched in grief after hearing this, accompanied by her husband. The eyes revealed a lot, with sluggish voice she could hardly speak, but her tears narrated the pain she was going through, while the concerned professionals were busy in laying a draft of required essentials for the surgery, mentioning the overall cost, the grief and tears were the only response. The professionals were doing their work but they hardly could stop the tears, the lady was impounded in, maybe because she was aware of her financial conditions, or was worried about her husband, how he goes to manage. “I as a nurse strived to sooth her, to evade her tears, to stabilise her, to motivate her, to make her feel refreshed, to transform her energy into life and to make her feel that I am a party to this pain”
So we as nurses strive to stop their tears, to energize them, to comfort them, to feel their self”
Sometimes we are alienated, suppressed in our own settings to make us feel that we are not important, but who cares, because we have pledged to uphold our promises we made, we are their to draw an intrinsic worth into the minds of people who search us.
We are provided with ability to care, ability to bear, ability to induce hope, ability to reduce miseries, irreparable potential to reduce pathology.
“Nursing is an art, only certain gracious people are provided with, and we are real artists, we craft the beautiful souls.”
(The writer is a nursing student at GMC Srinagar. He can be reached at: [email protected])