My Second Home - The Hospital

I am sure, my regular 'sickness' stories are irritating atleast for some of you…But what to do guys... somehow, I and a Hospital are like Twins… I have got many such twins… for eg; a headache and me are twins again…Somehow, I was a regular to end up at the hospital and to be precise at the Operation theatre…hehe!!! And some of the incidents are such hilarious happenings, that even when I was in pain, I couldn’t help laughing thinking how I ended up in tht state…

So…Today I suddenly remembered how often I used to reach those beautiful corridors of a hospital and how regular was I there…Uhm, I was so regular that once when I went to visit some sick person at a ward, the Nurses asked me… ”Hey dear, long time…u haven’t been here…When is your next visit…”…Uhm.. Cant blame her either...Hehe, I really helped that hospital earn a lot of money and thereby drained my dad’s person…

Now, I would like to share with you some such stories…Sorry guys, this could be long..bear with me…

The Pull-Out Pull

This is the one I remember earliest from my history with hospitals…Ok, now, from childhood, I have this habit of sleeping in one still position. I could sleep a whole night without even stirring a bit or moving my hand or legs…I was 8 years old then…I slept one whole night resting my head on my right hand…by next day morning…I was having acute pain at the shoulder joints…Now my dad, who had this regular joint pains had a number of Ayurvedic oils in stock..and he smeared one of it on my hand and did some massage and did some pulling-pushing…and I was done..my pain was gone…I was happy…and left for school…

By afternoon, my pain came back…and I knew exactly what to be done…I requested one of my friend to repeat what my dad did…I showed her a demonstration of how to pull the hand…and she did…Only issue was…Suddenly I heard a CLICK and then I found myself screaming…writhing in pain…I was rushed to the hospital…Diagnosis was that the hand came out from its natural socket and took its position outside the socket…the pain was horrible…

Result: To the Hospital…It took 3 months for the doctors to pull back the hand and put it back into position inside the socket…hehe!!!

The Race

This was a cool one and a good lesson learnt…Never cheat in a race…It was the day of a Political Bandh…the roads were empty and naturally we kids were on the road…We all decided to have a Running race…Everybody stood at one end – The Start point…One of the girl shouted…Readyy…Steadyyyy…Goooo…everybody got the head start except ME THE GREAT…Naturally, the ego in me grew…I said…NOOOOOOO…that’s wrong…I was not ready…Start again…I will count…” … Not so happy about it, still they had to agree to my words…they came back to the Start…We all stood…all set to run…I counted very slowly…. “READYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY…STTTTTTT….” I just kept on with that STTTTTT till the point the others were getting irritated…

And that one second, I suddenly finished my words… “STEADYYYYYY GO…” and ran…hehe!!! This time except me, none of them were ready…I ran forward and then stopped to turn and see my friends’ face…I did turn around and next moment, I found myself on the floor…Lol..while I turned my body, I forgot to turn my feet along with it…and I sprained my leg…rather, again a similar disaster..the joints came out of its socket…again…

Result : BACK AT THE HOSPITAL…

The Sky Watching

I was some 12-13 years old…Was playing with my childhood friend A at the back side of my house…We had lots of Coconut Trees all around the house…and we had already received a warning from Mom to be careful as it was time for plucking the coconuts…and MAYBE some of the Ripe one might fall out and so we were not supposed to be anywhere below any of the Coconut trees…We were obedient kids…We were roaming around all the Trees and inspecting if any of them is yet to fall off…

By the time we reached the front side of the house, I was proudly telling my friend… “Hey, A…do u know…imagine, we are looking at the sky with open mouth…and then a coconut fall into ur mouth…hahah!! How wonderful would it be na…”… and we both started laughing…bcoz we both were imagining one of common enemy doing that stuff…to make it more funny, I started acting out like an idiot looking up at the sky with open mouth…

Next I was going to act the way our enemy would talk…but before I could say another word… “Dooommmmmmmmmmm”…Actually I didn’t really hear anything else other than my own screaming…I couldn’t feel anything or see anything…All I knew was smthing had hit my upper lip and I felt as if the whole upper lip got cut off….hehehe!!

Much later, I understood, when I was standing there with open mouth doing Sky watching…a small Coconut (not the grown up..but just the Baby things…that usually fall prematurely from the tree…grr.. I don’t know a word for it…see the photo..)..Anyways, whtever it is fell on my face, to be precise, on my upper lip…Imagine, if it was a real coconut…godddd…!!! I wouldn’t have been alive today to share this story with u all…

Anyways Result: Back to Hospital to stitch up the wound…my upper lip looked more like a Balloon for days after that…

The Water Skating

I have hoards of such adventurous stories to share with you all..but maybe not possible in one post…So I wanna finish it with just one more which was a very recent addition to my list Hilarious Accidents…

So this happened maybe 1 year back…my son has already started walking or rather running…He learnt how to operate different things around the house..and one day, I was at the kitchen…as usual gossiping with Mom…Suddenly, I heard a splash of water….My son was missing and I knew it…the source and trigger for that sound…It was my son experimenting with the Hand water shower…he had just learnt how to use it….uhmm…

I was worried of him slipping inside the washroom and fall and hurt himself… I had to literally run to catch him…and then…Tadaaaaaaaa….the next moment, I found myself hitting the floor with my back and skidding across the corridor in a pool of water…I knew, it was my latest ticket to the Doctor's place...

So, it so happened, my son who was in the Washroom at the other end was splashing the water right into the corridor…Naturally a pool of water on tiles wouldn’t make it any better…Plus, I was running without even noticing what I was stepping into…and I fell…and…

Result: BACK TO THE HOSPITAL….

A Healthy Freedom...

Haa…it’s been a tough week…going through some real tension and pressure…uneasiness gulped me up the past few days…enveloped in an uncertainty… due to a feeling of not knowing anything…Yeah, the days really made me tired…had no time for the head ache…or rather, the headache was always there, but there were more serious issues to be tackled…so the presence was not given value….uhmm…really…its absolutely true when I say… “The illness of your loved ones can wash off any amount of your illness…” and especially if he is your blood…your own baby...Your Son…

Yes, all this while, I have been telling about my mother, my father, my brother….Never did I mention about my dear son…maybe because I didn’t wanted to bring him into the story of my Past…I wanted to cross all those past stories and then come to the Story of Present…The present tense with my son….My dear little Rascal…

An unexpected turn of events was what I witnessed last week…One day he was absolutely well and the next day I am sitting beside him at the hospital in the Intensive Care Unit…I didn’t have any idea how it happened or why… just knew that my little sweet heart was absolutely sick…

When my mom called me at office in the afternoon and told me he doesn’t seem OK, I assumed… “Maybe a bad nose block…like me, he too had a bad nose…” … I took my own sweet time to leave office and reach home…One look at his face and I had to curse my damn assumption…I could see him right in front of me trying hard to inhale a decent amount of air…He wasn’t crying, but he was giving out a weeping murmur…which made me sick…

I had to literally carry him and rush to the car and sped my way through the busy road…Cursed every single vehicle that came in front of me and Yelled at the heavy traffic block…Wished I could get hold of one of those Police cars and take my son to the safety of a Hospital…after much of harrow I ran into the doctor’s consulting room…he didn’t waste his time to have a proper consultation…just a look at my son’s breathing pattern was more than enough for him…

After a set of Nebulisation, he knew it was not enough…Next moment I saw him yelling at the nurse for not having ICU bed ready for the baby…Tears filled my eyes and so I couldn’t see where I was walking to…I just followed the nurse…hugging on to my son against my chest…I could feel his chest pumping up hard against my chest…He was wheezing in the most scariest way...I hated myself for not leaving early from office to take him to the doctor…

Soon, he was in the ICU bed…with all sorts of tubes and wires and oxygen masks on him…Poor boy…he didn’t even cry when the nurses injected him a number of times…because the pain he was going through otherwise was much worse…I lie near him hugging him…I knew, he was scared…I too was…but gave him all assurance…"Mamma is there with you, baby…."

Anyways, that is past now…its been 7 days now…Thanks to the almighty and the doctors and the nurses at the hospital for their care and concern...He was discharged yesterday…and, now all is well…or rather my dear baby is absolutely fine and on the best of his spirits…Doctors advised for rest…but that could be the last thing that he could be following at this moment of his spirits…

After all, what can a 2 year old know, when we tell him to take rest….how can I explain to him how sick he was…how can I tell him… “Baby, you had a infection in your blood…and that caused your Breathing tubes to get tightened and narrowed and thereby restricting oxygen intake….which inturn caused Lack of Oxygen into the Heart and thereby raised the Heart & Pulse rate…and that is absolutely serious…So, please take rest till you are absolutely recovered…” ….He is going to just stare at my face as if I just said some funny crazy story…

For him, he just had independence…Freedom from the hospital bed…Freedom from the Oxygen mask…Freedom from the IV fluid and the tubes and injections…Freedom from the wires from all sort of medical equipments…Freedom to run around and not stay in the bed 24/7…Freedom to do whatever he want…Freedom to do the most craziest thing he could…Freedom to pull down the dishes over his head…Freedom to switch off the lights and drag the pillows to the floor…

Frankly speaking…He was lost…He couldn’t imagine what he wanted to do…He’s bashing into anything and everything and making us crazy running behind him…threatening him that we will put him back into the hospital bed for the injection….lol!!!

As family and friends called to check how is he doing…my one line could explain everything…uhmm...it might sound strange for comparing my sweetheart like that that...but then, it matched so much to his present spirits...I just said...

“Oh, What to say…He has washed off his illness and right now is enjoying his freedom…Just like a Dog who was let free from his kennel after days …”