Posted in Mother, Uncategorized

Narcissus

Dresses don’t thrill me as before,
Money doesn’t matter to me,
Parents became second priority,
All I see is him every minute.

His eternal beauty amazes me,
My heart flutters at his smile,
The same is when he is otherwise,
Everything he says is funny to me.

I laugh and laugh at his tantrum,
Oh! am I becoming mad in love,
Let me not become Narcissus,
Who atlast turned into a flower!

Kavitha Patchamalai

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Fake 007

Sat in the next row in office,

Giving fair details about me to him,

What I talk over phone, to my friends,

About my family and my simple life.

It was of no use to him,

But collected details to strip me oneday,

As he watched me closely everyday!

The informer acted like a good one.

Passed messages as he is a dumb one,

I call it a survival trick,

For he is a mean coward and a mere informer,

Who is nothing but a puppet in his hands.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Posted in Baby, Uncategorized

Everyone gave way!

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Truly stunned at the speed,
As It raced on the road, its siren,
Alerting others to give way,
For he lay fragile on a stretcher.

He always was amazed at it,
But sad he had to travel in it,
Because of his low oxygen level,
A life-threatening condition.

His little heart felt so happy,
With all attention, to travel in it,
A wonder vehicle for him,
That he was so fond of.

No more will he wonder,
About the ambulance,
Which is not a real wonder,
But just a very normal vehicle.

Kavitha Patchamalai

 

 

Posted in Doctor, Uncategorized

The stethoscope

Brainy is the apt word,
For the guy with a stethoscope,
In the ICU, two of his cases are critical,
Figuring out to cure the ill.

Focused and sharp is he,
Brings the sick out of the gorge,
With his expertise and experience,
That amazes me about his dedication.

Has the patients’ history in fingertips,
And executes his plan of action,
As per the protocol, with no fuss at all.
To lift the sick from the death bed.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Posted in pneumonia in children, Uncategorized

Pneumococcal vaccination, a failure?

Inspite of getting pneumococcal vaccination, your child may get infected with Pneumonia. Pneumococcal vaccinations may not always prevent pneumonia caused by other agents.

The child will have mild cough and temperature but overnight will increase to constant 103 C. Repeated sponging, medicines and mild antibiotics will not help. Chest x-ray will be taken to confirm the severity.

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The white patches called as consolidation is the liquid that fills the lung tissues instead of oxygen. The common symptoms include:

  • Continuous cough
  • High fever
  • Chills
  • Difficult breathing
  • Increase in heart rate
  • Decrease in oxygen saturation

The child refuses to intake food and water due to sore throat. When the antibiotics are not strong enough, the lung condition will worsen thereby putting your child bed ridden with less energy. The child will need to be in Intensive Care Unit to monitor the BP, pulse rate and O2 saturation. Pneumonia may affect one or both the lungs. When the lungs are filled with fluids, it loses its capacity to breathe well.

The doctors don’t wait for the sputum/blood tests but immediately start the next level antibiotics once in 12 or 6 hrs. Ventilator is much advised for O2 supply that reduces the patient’s strain on breathing thus maintaining oxygen saturation level. If there is accumulation of fluid outside the lungs called Pleural fluid that restricts the lungs to expand while breathing, the doctors may perform a procedure to drain some liquid and send for tests. If they find puss, tube will be inserted to drain it. It requires minimum 2-3 weeks to recover from pneumonia.

See also Pneumonia after Chemotherapy

Kavitha Patchamalai

 

Posted in Poem, Uncategorized

The Cab Mirror

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The mirror speaks a million words,
As he couldn’t keep his eyes off it,
Funny was when I caught him off guard,
As some live in a utopia world.

As I lifted my head to see the road,
Saw those pair of eyes again,
Uncomfortable was the feeling,
But I kept mum to discourage him.

My mind was blank and dark,
For I could think nothing,
Waiting for my destination,
As a kid would wait for the class bell.

Then I gave a second thought,
Maybe a harmless look of admiration,
That wouldn’t harm much if ignored,
As it indeed boast my ego.

Kavitha Patchamalai

 

Posted in Happiness, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized

The Dark Tunnel

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Like a pendulum, it oscillates back and forth,
One is fondness and the other is a mystery,
The key to the mystery is a real mystery.

Venomous and slimy is that key,
That took my time and everything,
Too precious is to lose, that even covers my age.

When I turn back, it looks like a dark tunnel,
But I never needed a torch to walk,
As I know to walk in the dark.

I found a way out to see the light,
But the darkness seems to follow me,
And it can neither be ignored nor accepted.

Kavitha Patchamalai