DEBRIDEMENT…

Maybe that’s one of the really genuine reasons the general public considers doctors/medical professionals/scrub nurses/ OR staff mean. Debridement, I mean. Anyone who’s ever had a relatively extensive wound that required this process of removing necrosed (dead) tissue would be familiar with the pain…well, if not done under anaesthesia.

But we all have undergone some form of debridement…at one point in time or the other. How? You ask me. I’d say through corrections e.g. when someone ‘shouts on your head’ or talks sense into you; or when the great dad/mum refused to spare the rod and had you severely flogged for an unpardonable(?) offence committed or better still, when God gives you grueling tasks to complete with seemingly little assistance.

I think that’s pretty close to the process of debridement, for as in debridement, the immediate thought is that ‘this person hates me’. However, it helps- well, eventually- but definitely not on the spot.

My point is this…pain is pain and no matter how much joy it’d eventually lead to, we almost always feel the pain.

However, the one who decides to stay still and let those moments pass, who doesn’t wriggle out of the debridement process prematurely, is he who lives gallantly.

So, i dare to say: 

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Happy debridement!