My PIC STORY

Sharing my experiences in Pic Hospital

Actually, first I would like to tell you that the family I belong has many happenings before I was admitted in hospital. My father the first was victimized by heart disease taken to MAYO Hospital; he was there almost a month but unluckily, got no more health. He was also the diabetic and high blood pressure patient. He used o medicate himself with herbal and quake’s prescriptions. When we take proper medicine and are regularly checked up we get better. It might be that it was between 1977- 1981 when there was no more search and more care was grounded. But in spite of all this life claiming injury a sufficient care was devoted to him. Many of his relations cared for him. He was himself assured of getting well. But here is always an insight that is you may call it a spiritual hinting, I was always afraid of something to happen: something horrible and monotonous but when it all came I was really stunned to fondle with it. It gradually had adverse effects on whole family set-up.

But some of the relations that exist on the scene have psychological and social disorder. It was the same with my father that he worked in an office and got meager salary. His family size was four sons and two daughters. He lived on rented house. He felt sometimes hard to live by good life. By good life I mean life of luxury. But his sources were not pushing. This is also the reason of having some fatal disease like heart attack. When only one man is forced and he has not anyone to share his outlet then what happens there is no catharsis. This pressurizing situation goes towards high blood pressure and diabetes mellitus with no proper medication it adds to the efficacy of disease. The cracking circumstances do not let anything with integral existence.

My younger brother was also the target of high cholesterol. His death was due to his overweight and habit of eating fast foods.  He mostly relied on the bakery and confectioners. He died on 19^th April, 2013. It was very shocking and miserable for me. After all, he was my real brother I cannot forget him till my death. Another shocking death is my DEAR MOTHER. I cannot forget the sad sight. She was patient of uric acid. It developed into arthritis. She had gloom of losing her mate.  Moreover, the troubles of poverty were pressing. She had one daughter and four sons to manage with trouble. She lived for about 23 years after Late. Bashir Ahmad.

In 1989, we also faced death of my elder sister in Sahiwal. Her cause of death was breast cancer disease. It was very sad to lose her company. She was very loving, kind and affectionate lady. She left four children. The object of the narration o all this is to measure the scale of the dear departed. Its impact is obvious on me that I am left with one sister and one brother.

Sohail Bashir’s departure left nothing in me it was just like to shatter something in little pieces. He was everything of the remaining family, the last hope or you may say the last man who fights like a man of crisis. I pray for his success in other world. It is not only that he gathered family after the loss of his ancestors but also in their life he was active. He played a modal role in all matters. Either it is marriage or funeral or any other function. There is one famous hue and cry ‘Sunny ‘and he in the response said, ‘ coming’.

As I mentioned in the advent that I am also a heavy visitor of PIC Hospital, Lahore, so then what, I got unseen injury that I did not disclose to anyone. But the days spent in hospital were very troublesome. I could not bear he pain of Oxygen Pipe, bandage on left arm, drain pipes in lungs and moreover the nurses visits. Doctors’ teams check- ups and their queries interpolated the situation. The suffocated big hall rooms where every possible task was performed. Either if it is stool or urine because the patients were with big incisions. All of them raised cries. It was also a fun but a strange feeling was mixed there.

Patients called ‘ sister ‘ , ‘ sister’ or pai jan, uncle jee, or so much so ‘ buzargo’ and if they know someone’s name they called on demand. ‘ sister’ call irfan , umair, gulfam and so on.

One name that should not be ignored, ‘ The Attendant’ is very pathetic, caring, sympathetic, kind and whatever you may award the name and title. I was served by My Wife, Brothers in Laws and by my Superb Students, Usman and Ehsan. I called them superb in the sense that they showed bravery on the scene but within they were afraid. I also pray for their success in all fields. There are also some others who gave them support in hospital. Soban, Kashf and my elder sister are also my strong supporters. My other students who donated me blood are also very kind in action. I also appreciate their kind behavior.

In my college colleagues, Mr. Imran Irshad and Mr. Waheedullah are worth mentioning who not only stressed boys for blood but also kept on inquiry about me during my operation. There are also some others who could not approach but their center of attention was my good news.

I was admitted on 02-02-2016 in pre-operative ward, pic hospital, Lahore. I was operated upon on 11-02-2016 and was discharged on 16-02-2016 from the hospital.

I pray to ALLAH ALMIGHTY ‘Absolute My Parents and Departed Relations’. Aameen