Thanks to afterthoughts…
Vijayaprasad Gopichandran Mrs. Kamala was a 56-year-old lady who came to our OP for a routine health checkup. Clad in a dark red well worn cotton saree with oiled, combed, and plaited hair and a large round dot of vermillion on her forehead, she looked cheerful. I elicited a detailed history and performed a selective physical examination. Everything was unremarkable except the fact that she had high blood pressure for 7 years and was on regular medications for it and her blood pressure was under fair control. I ordered some routine laboratory investigations for her and gave her instructions on how and where she should go to get them done. Then, as I sat writing her notes, I initiated small talk. “How were the rains in your place amma?” I asked. “Fortunately, we live on the first floor. Water flooded the ground flood apartments in our complex. Things were very bad. We did not have milk or drinking water for three days. But now things have returned to norma...