This is a post about myself where once I had a health, as strong as iron and on the pretext of diet I made it as weak as almost nothing. Now I am sharing my experience in hospital and the process of hospitalization. This is quite a long post, perhaps if you slip somewhere and catch up anywhere else you will still be able to understand. The continuation of this post will be the same day next week.

With a broken leg, I was shuttling among the rooms, looking for few files and pamphlets in my office. All of a sudden, I realised a veritable increase in pain in the area of fracture. It took time for me to discover something was wrong despite the excruciating pain. So close to the time of retiring from office, I decided to take an auto to my dad’s office which was nearby mine. Considering the fact that it was not a safe place to leave my vehicle the whole day, I decided to reach his place using my vehicle.

It was during the Jan, even the slightly dampened air was so severe on me, as I was already emaciated and attenuated by my silly diet practices. I sighed out at reaching my dad’s office. Agony extremed from time to time and further it was not even possible for me to park my vehicle. I gave my dad a call to keep him posted of the situation. He sent down one of his employees (whom I knew for years & I used to call him anna), loaded with fear he came running, jolted with worry and botheration he parked the vehicle and tried to carry me upstairs. All through my mind words started rankling reminding me that he is a guy. I gently refused his offer to carry me, nonetheless borrowed his shoulders to fortify my balance with one leg which was the only thing left out to help me. Daddy used to be very cool, even if it was a situation of sky one inch over head.  I was invited to his office and given a chair to make myself comfortable, but where was the comfort. As long as the health is good, we insult it to the core, perhaps when it refuses to be normal ,we realise the agony there.

Every minute was odd and was getting odder and odder; there were multiple reactions in my body which were completely out of reach of my brain. My finger nails assumed an odd shade, odder than normal, my body was shivering and to the top of it all my fractured leg was unusually swollen after a long time. My daddy decided to carry me to the hospital, nonetheless there was a change in the plan way back to home and we decided to go home. After reaching home, my bro rushed downstairs and soon after learning my situation, he decided to carry me upstairs. He was scared in a way to carry me as the staircase is tricky and it should not affect the fracture as the pain was already excruciating. In addition, he was also worried that I might break down into pieces, as for him I was thin enough that my bone appeared fragile and not good to be carried.

My mom proved to be my mom as she was also suffering from some mild ailments in the morning which took its shape so severe and aggravated in the evening. We were both given a home treatment until the dawn, both  my bro and father took utmost effort to take complete care of us by feeding us with dihgestive foods and preliminary medications for the fever. With so much of our helpless condition lingering in their minds, it turned out to be a sleepless night for them. When taken to the hospital, we were waiting for more than an hour for the wheel chair. I realised how absurd it is to expect patience from a patient; so weak and emaciated and groaning all night in body pain and fracture pain, I had to bear this in addition. I had no clue what my mom was undergoing, could be severe or could be less but all I can say is it is worse either way.

When diagoned, result for leptospirosis was positive. Too good to hear as it was just one week since I rejoined office after a long leave, and wow another medical leave, I will be praised for my contribution to my company.

I was wheelchaired to a room and I lied motionless for a while. A plumply doctor with abundant curls springing out from all over his head just so much close to a cartoon character approached me and injected me. Blood leaked out through my cream-colored leggings and left a mark on the white bed sheet. Then came a nurse to puncture my hand. She was naive and I became a guinea pig as a result. She took a line (injection pin to administer trips) and searched for a vein on my hand, I am sure she was younger than me and that added to my fear. As anticipated she administred it wrong and the doctor repunctured it. I became a cycle tyre on a bunch of cactus.Both my mom and I were admitted in the same room.

The rest is to be continued next week the same day.

“Thank you for your time & Have a great day”

Wednesday, 21. April 2010 um 1:41 am Under the Category Beyond Imagination. Trackback.