Many use birth weight for calculations of protein, calories, and fluids in preterm infants. However, frequently current daily weight is also used for such calculations. Until now, there was no evidence which strategy is better. We now have evidence to sort out this debate.
International Journal of Pediatrics
Volume 2018, Article ID 2045370, 6 pages
https://doi.org/10.1155/2018/2045370
Sunday, November 11, 2018
Saturday, May 12, 2018
Oh! Mother
Oh, Mother thy nature is giving
It’s natural, you are so Forgiving
Ignoring frequently our Misgiving
You always care for our better Living.
When we are doleful
Your words make us cheerful.
When we are petrified
You gave us courage amplified.
When we are elated
You are always delighted.
When we are pitiful
Your presence makes us peaceful.
When we made a blunder
We felt your thunder.
We will not choose a wrong path
For you made us understand the aftermath.
You strived to make us a better human
For all of us, you are a super human!
Oh! Mother, He sent us you
So that we can see His view
A better world He can ensue!
Pradeep Alur. May 12, 2018.
Friday, March 16, 2018
The Journey
It began as an inner awakening journey. My spirits woke up for sure; however, the rising temperatures prolonged my spiritual slumber; I thought. Nevertheless, the journey continued. Later, I was asked to awaken the academic interest in the young physician minds. However, the job seemed more like awakening the human lumber from their post-prandial slumber. Even a lance of jokes couldn’t prance them from their trance. Their eyes just would either dance or glance if questioned. Even Devayani (a beautiful dancer) of France wouldn’t have a chance to shake their stance to be in a trance.
Having learned from this resolute group that one should never waver once the decision is made, I began my homecoming journey. As we walked to the check-in counter, my eyes caught the eye-popping flier, which read “ask how you can get $320 with this flight." I hurriedly acknowledged the airline representative greetings and very quickly asked her how I can get that $320. She informed me that by going in world traveler plus instead of the club world as they were overbooked. It was a wallet awakening moment as my financial spirits fired up blazingly. But, my wise wife explained that we paid $2000 for club world and would get meager $320 by downgrading. I had to admit that she was a great fire extinguisher!
With spirits devoid of delight, I dragged my carry-on to board the flight. I just felt like my young audience in the sleepy ambiance and wanted to have the same experience. I summoned a bright looking flight attendant and asked for a pillow. She gracefully bowed and started pressing buttons on my seat. I was bemused. I never knew of a technology that would give me a cushion on the flight with a press of a button! She looked at me equally bewildered as no pillow came from the TV screen! She then dolefully apologized and peacefully left. I was astounded I didn’t know what else to do and began to scratch my shiny bald head. I couldn’t understand how a TV screen would give out a pillow and it was not a 3D printer! I was concerned to ask another smiley attendant, lest she might be a terrifying descendent of the previous mystifying attendant. Sensing my plight on the flight my wife gave me an extra pillow of hers.
The button-fond flight attendant gave me a gentle shake, and I jumped up as if sensing an earthquake. It was time for a flight change; I believe. The airline agent at Heathrow was kind enough to inform us to go one floor up and take the C gate. We didn’t question his suggestion and successfully navigated the airport congestion to the next level. Our faces brightened as we saw the bright C gate sign and there was no queue at all. However, the security personnel standing under the C-gate sign told us firmly that we should go four floors down to catch our flight. We were perplexed as departure flight information indicated we should go to C gate 62. She was unrelenting and insisted with a frown that we should go four floors down. About 20 of us, including an old lady, hurried to the misguided floor only to find out that it was for the train connecting A gates. I wondered how the word misguides was coined! Maybe a Ms. (Miss) like this guided Dr. Samuel Johnson, and he coined the word “misguide”! We were visibly upset and ran four floors up as our departure time was fast approaching.
The misguide was still staffing the C gate allowing five other passengers to pass through. The misguide decided to abide by her previous guidance when she saw us. This time to convince us she went off the floor to discuss with the suppositious superior and sternly asked us to go one level above. Pointing to the flight board information didn’t shake her decision foundation. She wanted to stick to Samuel Johnson’s definition; I suppose. The 20 of us reluctantly shook our heads redundantly and persistently and urgently went upstairs. Everyone had fumes from their ears as we only saw the brooms and the rest-rooms. This time when went down to her, it was her turn to shake the head consistently, probably triumphantly and announced that we could also go through the C gates. By now, we had 20 more people ahead of us. Since it was security personnel, we all behaved like ardent followers of Gautam Buddha and went through the security practicing deep-breathing exercises and counting 1-100 and discussing how the non-violence brought India the independence and so on.
As we ran to the check-in counter chanting and panting, we heard an enchanting announcement that they selectively picked few fortunate customers and called out my name first! I was joyous anticipating a first-class upgrade for my last flight. As my better-half began to accompany me, the agent said the call was just for me. Before I could explain that she was my wife, the security agents took me to a room for a thorough exam and body scan. I looked at my wife, and she had the expression-don’t worry; you go; I have the house keys. I was deadpan in front of the guardsman and in need of a bedpan as it was not the plan in my lifespan!
Having learned from this resolute group that one should never waver once the decision is made, I began my homecoming journey. As we walked to the check-in counter, my eyes caught the eye-popping flier, which read “ask how you can get $320 with this flight." I hurriedly acknowledged the airline representative greetings and very quickly asked her how I can get that $320. She informed me that by going in world traveler plus instead of the club world as they were overbooked. It was a wallet awakening moment as my financial spirits fired up blazingly. But, my wise wife explained that we paid $2000 for club world and would get meager $320 by downgrading. I had to admit that she was a great fire extinguisher!
With spirits devoid of delight, I dragged my carry-on to board the flight. I just felt like my young audience in the sleepy ambiance and wanted to have the same experience. I summoned a bright looking flight attendant and asked for a pillow. She gracefully bowed and started pressing buttons on my seat. I was bemused. I never knew of a technology that would give me a cushion on the flight with a press of a button! She looked at me equally bewildered as no pillow came from the TV screen! She then dolefully apologized and peacefully left. I was astounded I didn’t know what else to do and began to scratch my shiny bald head. I couldn’t understand how a TV screen would give out a pillow and it was not a 3D printer! I was concerned to ask another smiley attendant, lest she might be a terrifying descendent of the previous mystifying attendant. Sensing my plight on the flight my wife gave me an extra pillow of hers.
The button-fond flight attendant gave me a gentle shake, and I jumped up as if sensing an earthquake. It was time for a flight change; I believe. The airline agent at Heathrow was kind enough to inform us to go one floor up and take the C gate. We didn’t question his suggestion and successfully navigated the airport congestion to the next level. Our faces brightened as we saw the bright C gate sign and there was no queue at all. However, the security personnel standing under the C-gate sign told us firmly that we should go four floors down to catch our flight. We were perplexed as departure flight information indicated we should go to C gate 62. She was unrelenting and insisted with a frown that we should go four floors down. About 20 of us, including an old lady, hurried to the misguided floor only to find out that it was for the train connecting A gates. I wondered how the word misguides was coined! Maybe a Ms. (Miss) like this guided Dr. Samuel Johnson, and he coined the word “misguide”! We were visibly upset and ran four floors up as our departure time was fast approaching.
The misguide was still staffing the C gate allowing five other passengers to pass through. The misguide decided to abide by her previous guidance when she saw us. This time to convince us she went off the floor to discuss with the suppositious superior and sternly asked us to go one level above. Pointing to the flight board information didn’t shake her decision foundation. She wanted to stick to Samuel Johnson’s definition; I suppose. The 20 of us reluctantly shook our heads redundantly and persistently and urgently went upstairs. Everyone had fumes from their ears as we only saw the brooms and the rest-rooms. This time when went down to her, it was her turn to shake the head consistently, probably triumphantly and announced that we could also go through the C gates. By now, we had 20 more people ahead of us. Since it was security personnel, we all behaved like ardent followers of Gautam Buddha and went through the security practicing deep-breathing exercises and counting 1-100 and discussing how the non-violence brought India the independence and so on.
As we ran to the check-in counter chanting and panting, we heard an enchanting announcement that they selectively picked few fortunate customers and called out my name first! I was joyous anticipating a first-class upgrade for my last flight. As my better-half began to accompany me, the agent said the call was just for me. Before I could explain that she was my wife, the security agents took me to a room for a thorough exam and body scan. I looked at my wife, and she had the expression-don’t worry; you go; I have the house keys. I was deadpan in front of the guardsman and in need of a bedpan as it was not the plan in my lifespan!
Sunday, February 11, 2018
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