Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Memoirs of a Most Miserable Time-Part 1

It feels like an eternity has passed between today and the last time I made a post in here although it has only been 3 weeks. But so much has happened in this short duration that I feel like I made the last post in a previous life.
I won't say I've been through hell. But the past few weeks have been very difficult indeed. My first major illness, my first trip to a nursing home(which was a hellish experience btw) and my first brush with a kind of pain of a measure that I have never endured before.
Okay don't panic. I don't have cancer or tumor for God's sake. I merely have a number of microscopic grain-like 'calculi' in both my kidneys and trust me these little pieces of crap have succeeded in giving me a reasonable amount of anxiety and pain over the past few weeks. Anyway I'm coming to that later.
It was so easy for him. That selfish, money-making machine of a doc told mum at the clinic 'I'm suspecting kidney stones.' in a tone as if he were saying 'I think it might rain today.'
God I was so scared then.I was like-
What?...stones? hospital? surgery? blood? skipping my semester exams?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Predictably enough mum's reaction was worse. She was wearing an expression on her face that told me she was ready to throw away all her self-control into the air and break down completely. And for that moment only I seemed to be completely oblivious to the pain in my lower abdomen.
If only all kinds of sickness and these insensitive doctors would vanish from the face of the earth. If only I could tell her 'I'm fine' with a convincing expression on my face.
Stupid me. Why did I have to get so sick?
It was not until later that I realized I should be thankful for having stones in my kidney...not an infected appendix. Yea the doctor said I could even have appendicitis in which case I would've had to undergo surgery rightaway.
But anyway I was so weak from the repeated bouts of pain and the vomiting that getting myself admitted to a nursing-home was the only option available. And so there I was-sitting on a couch clutching my abdomen while my mum and (buddy)Adrija were filling all kinds of stupid nursing-home forms so that I could spend the night in a crappy cabin.
Ah but atleast it had an ac.(although it made a horribly loud noise when switched on) That was the ONLY good thing about the cabin. Oh and thankfully enough it had a door with a lock which was in a working condition.(I needed my privacy) I ain't gonna mention the name of the nursing-home I was admitted in. 'Cause a 'hotshot' surgeon (he also happened to be my doctor) built it in the first place. And it's supposed to have a 'good' reputation.
So now let me tell you about my first encounter with the pathetic state of health affairs in our state.(I hope you have some patience left to go through the rest of this post which is kinda getting longer and longer. Oh hell read if you want to.)
When I was first transferred to my cabin Adrija was sharp enough to notice that the damned sheet on my bed was torn in more than one place. However when this was pointed out to an attending nurse she made a face and told her that they had changed the bedsheet just an hour earlier (as if this piece of information settled the matter). Now Adrija, who isn't a taker for such nonsense, promptly told her that since we were paying a fat lotta money as the bed rent the patient deserved something better than a torn piece of cloth to sleep on. (Thanks for everything hun..you're my rock!) So reluctantly Miss Nurse changes the sheet while constantly swearing under her breath.
After that mum (a tearful mum at that), Adrija and another family friend left. And I was left to my own devices and to the mercy of the nurses.
Ah the famous nurses! I could write an entire book on them actually now that I have had such a wonderful first-hand experience. But let's keep that story aside for a Memoirs of a Most Miserable Time-Part 2 which will follow soon enough.
For the time being I'm gonna go enjoy the rains outside.


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9 comments:

Nightwing said...

well look at it this way..you could have had dyslexia and antegrode amnesia and not felt in any pain....but they would have been a lot more difficult...ask me..i know...hey!where am i?who am i?

wisewit said...

Good to hear (or should I say read) from you again. I've been wondering what was happening to you, and, yes, I was a little bit worried, but I would never have guessed what you were going through. Ugh! NOT NICE! I sure hope you're feeling better now. I've never had kidney stones, but my little brother did once, and he told me in no uncertain terms that it felt awful.

wisewit

Atindriyo said...

Stoned kidneys...
Drink lots of water...

Samadrita said...

@Anish:It's not funny you know.Kidney stones give you a hell lotta pain.They don't cause you much physical damage but they sure bring agony!
@wisewit:Ah atleast someone detected my absence from blogger.Yes I feel better now that I'm at home and done with my exams.I just need to drink gallons(read 3-4 litres..I'm not an elephant you know) of water each day and get rid of the damn stones.
@Atindriyo:Yup I'm trying to do that.But trust me it's not an easy feat..drinking 3 litres of water everyday. :(

Jagjit said...

Funny. But the news is sad. Hope all's well now. Waiting for the next part. Tc.

kalyan.. said...

1.your blog does not open, try decostumizing.
2.this post is a little long.
3.yeah, you are right, slap me on my face, but someone needs to tell you the truth.

Samadrita said...

@Kalyan:Boy you sure are a pro at making comments that are hardly relevant to the post.
I think I already know that this post is long.I mentioned that bit of information in the post itself.In fact it could've been longer if I had decided to put both part 1 and part 2(which I'll post soon enough) together.
Funny thing is I've made longer posts than this one and nobody seemed to mind.Then again if you think this is too long for your tastes then why bother reading?
About the 'decostumizing'(erm what's the meaning of this word again?) suggestion..if you're talking about my template,widgets and other blog elements then yea I agree I've a bit too many.Guess I'll remove a few so that you can explore this page more conveniently.Hopefully then you'll have the patience to go through my loooooong posts.

kalyan.. said...

"I wish I knew myself well enough to fill this place up properly...but since I don't I'd just leave the job to you......I mean figure me out yourself! "

That sounds helpless , and that is why i thought of helping you out with our blog. not that I bother reading or anything.

Now, dont post the obvious."I don't need any help".

Samadrita said...

@Kalyan:Wow that's magnanimous of you!Thanks for your 'help' but no thanks.

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