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Allhumdolillah! I am at a much better place since my last post with series of lab tests, utlrasounds, a mammogram and some other really scary tests, and a gut wrenching anxiety of results. I am doing well thankfully everything was clear except low iron levels with vitamin d3 deficiency. These deficiencies are now on their way to recovery. It is worth noting that I have been struggling with intense brain and physical fatigue since 2019 but not a single doctor was able to identify my problem. Once somebody is diagnosed with depression or anxiety then every health issue they complain about is looked from the psychological lenses. Nobody asked me to check iron, vitamin b12 or vitamin d3 deficiencies even my mum who is a dermatologist always assured me that I am fine and this weakness is just a phase.   It was a phase alright, it engulfed almost 8 years of my life pushed back my career and research ambitions.  This is not the case alone with me but there are many people who silentl...

Perspectives


You prepare yourself, move everything out of the way and design your entire day keeping in mind one important task. Then as you are all set to perform the task you come to know that it has been postponed. I don’t about all of you but I get a headache to have all my energies wasted for nothing.

Throughout the afternoon I was feeling terrible because I missed out a meeting. Just few minutes earlier I took a tiny pinch of salt, ate a fruit, rolled the golf ball between both my palms (to activate pressure points on my hands) and to my surprise the intensity of headache is significantly reduced. Now I merely have a little sensation on the forehead and that is bearable. I guess the sodium and chloride in salt balanced the electrolytes of my brain. Anyways the task left out today is planned for tomorrow and I hope that it goes well.

(People suffering from hypertension should consult their physician first if they can have tiny pinch of salt occasionally for serious headaches or migraines).

It is strange when few months ago someone told me to come out of my creative zone  and look at my law practice as a commercial enterprise. With all the creative or ideological views I have about my work there is a commercial to aspect of my practice, he said.

He further contended his stance by saying that it should be dealt like business because the rules are same. There is a product (my legal services), there is a target market for the product. Finally there is marketing of the product leading to sales and consequently earning of profits.

He said even if someone is a painter or designer or belonging to any other form of creativity unless their products are sold and profits are made there is no point to it.

Many of my senior lawyers wouldn’t approve this kind of commercialized view about their work though. Yet whatever that person said does make sense at some level and gives an entirely new perspective of law practice. Frankly I never thought like this before and I still struggle a bit to fully absorb this view.

It is good to have diverse outlooks on a subject some of them could be enlightening.

Tomorrow is another day so I now take your leave….

Good Night!

Sonya. (Day 241)

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