The Healing: The Fall
It was a normal humid morning, more humid than its preceding days. I had bought a new Nike sports running apparel in Cobalt Blue on Sunday from a online selling site and received it on Monday. I loved it. I had worn it on Wednesday. On Wednesday afternoon, I kinda smudged my car. The most important thing in the world TO ME. That evening I met a college mate after 15 days though we have been talking off and on. Probably discussions on her impending wedding to different guys each year has been the highlight of our conversation.
So, Wednesday evening was spent in retrospection. Felt good and bad and funny and and messed up; all at the same time. But I guess being sad topped my list! It barely beat anger to reach the top position. But, I did meet a cute guy who was so happy that Man U lost 4-0 that he teased me mercilessly about it. But his cuteness did me in. Then he went to the airport with his Dad in tow. So, overall My Day ended on a painless note.
Cute guy: overshadows all pain; till the time he stays in front of you or wants to keep in touch.
So, coming back to this humid Thursday. At 0530 I felt sweat trickling off my back; I would have rather preferred my boyfriend's fingers, but as luck would have it..... The Cobalt Blue colour made me feel good about everything around. So, a short run and walk for 2.8 km, followed by stretching never failed to keep me in a good mood all day along. The more distance I covered, the higher my tenor stayed on the MoodMeter.
Came back to my room and went to attend my french classes. Then came office and rain post lunch. So, that settled it. Temperatures dropped off; both inside as well as outside. Came back early, wasted time before running off. Again the Cobalt Blue tugged the corners of my mouth into a big wide grin.
Went for a run, as usual I touched the trees for conveying my gratitude. After about 200 meters; my feet slipped. I stretched out my left hand, it couldn't hang onto anything. I fell. To break my fall, my wrist automatically spread out and held out. As soon as it touched the ground; my hand collapsed at the elbow. I actually felt that there was wobbly jelly stuffed inside. I thought to myself, " So, this is what a fracture feels like". What surprised me later was that my thinking language in dire straits had become English.
So, I picked myself and my arm up and walked back towards my room. My ego dented, my smile grew larger with every step; so, did my pain. I couldn't breathe, there was pain in my arm and it was growing exponentially with every step. Suddenly it was in an inverse relational with my smile.
Hurried towards one of my seniour's office. Found two of them. As no tears appeared on my face,they kept on using their knowledge of sprains and sports injuries. My pain manifested in cries which sounded as if coming from an animated movie. I reminded myself about my 'No Tears' rule, but it seemed that it was gonna break soon that day. After an ice pack, a doctor was sought out for. But she was too stuffy headed to come out of her room. Maybe for some people repetition even of a noble deed becomes trivial/mundane.
Finally I went to the hospital where again I experienced this disinterested behaviour but the paramedics were kind, kind or maybe younger. The charm of life still held magic for them, I guessed. I got a painkiller in my bum, got X-rayed, finally told that I had no fracture.
Had dinner sent to my room and then tried sleeping off. Thought a bad sprain should wear of in a couple of days, but couldn't shake off the pain. As soon as I turned on my left side and tried to move my left arm; the upper part moved out leaving the part below the elbow on the bed. My body screamed a silent howl and it echoed down my body. I slowly got them back. It was then I realised, that something was wrong; bone or ligaments; I wasn't sure. With this realisation; I slept off .
So, coming back to this humid Thursday. At 0530 I felt sweat trickling off my back; I would have rather preferred my boyfriend's fingers, but as luck would have it..... The Cobalt Blue colour made me feel good about everything around. So, a short run and walk for 2.8 km, followed by stretching never failed to keep me in a good mood all day along. The more distance I covered, the higher my tenor stayed on the MoodMeter.
Came back to my room and went to attend my french classes. Then came office and rain post lunch. So, that settled it. Temperatures dropped off; both inside as well as outside. Came back early, wasted time before running off. Again the Cobalt Blue tugged the corners of my mouth into a big wide grin.
Went for a run, as usual I touched the trees for conveying my gratitude. After about 200 meters; my feet slipped. I stretched out my left hand, it couldn't hang onto anything. I fell. To break my fall, my wrist automatically spread out and held out. As soon as it touched the ground; my hand collapsed at the elbow. I actually felt that there was wobbly jelly stuffed inside. I thought to myself, " So, this is what a fracture feels like". What surprised me later was that my thinking language in dire straits had become English.
So, I picked myself and my arm up and walked back towards my room. My ego dented, my smile grew larger with every step; so, did my pain. I couldn't breathe, there was pain in my arm and it was growing exponentially with every step. Suddenly it was in an inverse relational with my smile.
Hurried towards one of my seniour's office. Found two of them. As no tears appeared on my face,they kept on using their knowledge of sprains and sports injuries. My pain manifested in cries which sounded as if coming from an animated movie. I reminded myself about my 'No Tears' rule, but it seemed that it was gonna break soon that day. After an ice pack, a doctor was sought out for. But she was too stuffy headed to come out of her room. Maybe for some people repetition even of a noble deed becomes trivial/mundane.
Finally I went to the hospital where again I experienced this disinterested behaviour but the paramedics were kind, kind or maybe younger. The charm of life still held magic for them, I guessed. I got a painkiller in my bum, got X-rayed, finally told that I had no fracture.
Had dinner sent to my room and then tried sleeping off. Thought a bad sprain should wear of in a couple of days, but couldn't shake off the pain. As soon as I turned on my left side and tried to move my left arm; the upper part moved out leaving the part below the elbow on the bed. My body screamed a silent howl and it echoed down my body. I slowly got them back. It was then I realised, that something was wrong; bone or ligaments; I wasn't sure. With this realisation; I slept off .
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