I had a bad week, not that Monday started bad but it was Tuesday that messed me up. Got up on that morning on the superlative WRONG side of bed, with certain gurgling sound coming from within my bowels, a backache and severe stomach pain, topped off with a slight fever that left me nauseated. I had never felt so vulnerable.
I’d always thought I was “unbreakable”, like when Marshall stubbed his toe in How I met Your Mother, not because I have always followed a strict healthy diet or habit or anything, but simply because I don’t really remember the last time I was sick. Sure, I’ve had a few bad days now and then, but nothing a hot bath and some fresh air didn’t fix. But this time, it seemed serious.
I went to the office anyway, and it sucked. I had a hard time sitting cos’ of the backache, the AC didn’t help my fever much and I was mostly halfway between my desk and the restroom, wondering whether the anal pressure was for real this time or not. After half the day was done, I felt really weak and more sick. I left early for the day and slept as soon as I reached home.
I woke up around 7 in the evening, not feeling any better. I’d always thought I could overcome my sickness by willing myself, just pretend I’m feeling all OK. It seemed to work pretty well for me, until now. I threw on my joggers and went for a long walk in the neighborhood, something I haven’t done in a while. Grabbed a can of RedBull on the way (which does work when you’re really drained!), acted like it was a saturday and had some Momos at the local Chinese joint. My back was killing me by then, but I didn’t let that bother me. By the time I got back, I had to get one of those pain-sprays for my back.
On Wednesday, I still managed to drag myself to work, the backache was gone, but my fever and bowels were having a grand party inside my body, and I wasn’t invited. I wrapped up my pending work and left after exactly 2 hrs. (Which seemed like an eternity in sick-time!). By this time, all my theories about my body were slowing packing their bags to leave for neverland, but hopefully not forever. They can come visit me during the holidays, its always nice to have familiar faces.
So finally, by wednesday evening, I decided to see…. a DOCTOR. OK. So heres, the deal. No disrespect meant, but I just find it hard extremely hard to trust doctors outside Mizoram. I know that sounds kinda racist and immature, but I have my reasons. That’s probably why I haven’t been “sick” all these years. This would be my fist time seeing a doctor ever since I landed on the dusty streets of Pune. I had a tough time swallowing those tablets tho’, I hate medicines, but thats another story.
Well, my little peeve was apparently crushed beyond recognition as I woke up to a be-yooo-tiful Thursday, feeling fit and fine and ready to dine. Ah.. the power of medicine. That’s something I wouldn’t mess around with until abso-effing-lutely necessary. So, here I am tapping away on my keyboard on a Friday, all chirpy and ready to spend another blurry weekend. Feeling good has never felt this good. It’s great.. just to be alive!