…of endoscopes and biliary stasis

How would you like to put up through a marathon writhing stomach ache for a non-stop 8 hours each day?

How would it feel to stare at the blank dark ceiling clutching your abdomen while the whole world sleeps?

How would you feel to have NOT contributed to the next killer pitch when your team slogs it out?

How would it like to have a constant barrage of pills in place of a chewing gum?

How would it feel to not feel like coming to work?(that would be nice, eh? – but not for long)

How you feel when the medic pushes in a meter-long probe down your throat without anesthesia while you make noises from the Jurassic era?!

How would it feel if your stomach lining burns more than your body fat?

How would you feel on the dinner table when you are forced to have the greenest shrubs when your friend feasts on a 4 course full Indian meal?

How would you feel when the latest words you have in your vocab are only from a medical compendium?

You may be a super-worker, your boss’ blue-eyed girl/boy or a miracle manager on whom the client has bet her/his entire fortune on but let’s get it straight from the beginning. In an industry as ours, where the only periodic physical motion is restricted to our carpals and the peristalsis of your abdomen is governed by an international time zone, this should be an eye-opener of sorts.

As my medic said “Follow the 5 golden rules and you’ll be fine”
• Walk at least 2 miles a day
• Eat regularly, periodically and in MODERATION
• Maintain your time lines (I am talking about your body clock here!)
• Avoid stress. Ease that temper
• Go easy on your smokes and spirits (yeah, sad but true!)

If you have managed this all, the bile in your stomach will behave! And as I realize, love your body and if you don’t, you’ll never know when your body stops loving you.

…and yeah, work will go on!