The Healing: Part II: POP
A night spent adjusting my arm led to little discomfort, but I slept fitfully, surprisingly so. I had been quite hard on myself and pushing myself off. So, this was a nice sleep, though less painful than I expected it to be. Wasn't that good?
Went off for my language class to meet my wizened old professor. An excellent teacher who is quite jovial. Inspite of his physical ailments he hasn't let his outlook towards life go gray. He had been on dialysis for over a decade now and recently had a cataract operation. So, seeing someone dedicated in his profession gave me immense energy to begin my day. Secondly I did not want to miss my classes for a dumb sprain.
Coming back home, I realised I had to go back to take a specialist's opinion. I did go there, got confused trying to locate the department where I wanted to go. Finally when I reached the location, the reception told me to get the initial documentation done from some other place. And in all such places reasoning doesn't work, as I have come to realise again and again.
Incidentally I met Swastika Nrula from college, who was a dear friend. But the pain didn't do the 'Reconnect' imprint on my brain neurons. I met the doc who told me that though the X-ray didn't show any fracture but my arm's distorted shape kinda had a different story to tell. So, as a preventive measure he told me that I should have a cast on my arm. Thereafter, I could have MRI to see the extent of damage on my ligaments; as it seemed that my dislocated elbow has broken my ligament but come back to its usual position. The full extent could only be gauged from the MRI.
So, I went to the MRI centre. As I was walked, completely disoriented; a car stopped close to me where an old lady asked me if they could offer me a lift. You see, her husband was driving the car. But, as I was myself confused about the location of MRI center; I just thanked them. But the lady had a genuine look of concern and warmth that I felt great again about life and everything else. Sometimes just a smile/look of concern/war gesture pulls the strings of your neurons.
In the MRI center, I came across a boy of 4-5 years, who had a hearing aid in both his ears and couldn't speak. He saw my POP'ed arm and asked me without words or actions about it. I just said that I had an injury and he nodded completely understanding abut a normal occurrence. I felt humbled. the only guy who was normal enough to put perspective back in my vision of thoughts.The long waiting list there ensured that my no got shifted to Monday. So, I then left after waiting for 5 hours. In between these hours I managed to laugh uncontrollably 3 times with tears springing on each time my laugh ended. But they were to few to flow anywhere.
Asked the Rickwalla but he wouldn't use the meter to drive me home. So, I just sat there waiting for someone to pick me up. the open hall was bereft of people as it was peak noon. I got a call from a close friend who asked me where I was as he had called my office earlier on. He asked he how I had managed my injury....Ha! then he went on kindly and my eyes grew moist.I told me to stop being nice; cause I was nearing my melting point. Harsh words are easier to handle but kind words penetrate my defences. After he hung up, I had to wipe off tears.
Came Back, had food and dozed off. Got up for dinner. First Haldi wala Milk in this entire eppisode with more to follow......and the day ended.
Gave myself a Date of 10 Oct before feeling anything. No itching allowed even in thoughts about the POP.
Went off for my language class to meet my wizened old professor. An excellent teacher who is quite jovial. Inspite of his physical ailments he hasn't let his outlook towards life go gray. He had been on dialysis for over a decade now and recently had a cataract operation. So, seeing someone dedicated in his profession gave me immense energy to begin my day. Secondly I did not want to miss my classes for a dumb sprain.
Coming back home, I realised I had to go back to take a specialist's opinion. I did go there, got confused trying to locate the department where I wanted to go. Finally when I reached the location, the reception told me to get the initial documentation done from some other place. And in all such places reasoning doesn't work, as I have come to realise again and again.
Incidentally I met Swastika Nrula from college, who was a dear friend. But the pain didn't do the 'Reconnect' imprint on my brain neurons. I met the doc who told me that though the X-ray didn't show any fracture but my arm's distorted shape kinda had a different story to tell. So, as a preventive measure he told me that I should have a cast on my arm. Thereafter, I could have MRI to see the extent of damage on my ligaments; as it seemed that my dislocated elbow has broken my ligament but come back to its usual position. The full extent could only be gauged from the MRI.
So, I went to the MRI centre. As I was walked, completely disoriented; a car stopped close to me where an old lady asked me if they could offer me a lift. You see, her husband was driving the car. But, as I was myself confused about the location of MRI center; I just thanked them. But the lady had a genuine look of concern and warmth that I felt great again about life and everything else. Sometimes just a smile/look of concern/war gesture pulls the strings of your neurons.
In the MRI center, I came across a boy of 4-5 years, who had a hearing aid in both his ears and couldn't speak. He saw my POP'ed arm and asked me without words or actions about it. I just said that I had an injury and he nodded completely understanding abut a normal occurrence. I felt humbled. the only guy who was normal enough to put perspective back in my vision of thoughts.The long waiting list there ensured that my no got shifted to Monday. So, I then left after waiting for 5 hours. In between these hours I managed to laugh uncontrollably 3 times with tears springing on each time my laugh ended. But they were to few to flow anywhere.
Asked the Rickwalla but he wouldn't use the meter to drive me home. So, I just sat there waiting for someone to pick me up. the open hall was bereft of people as it was peak noon. I got a call from a close friend who asked me where I was as he had called my office earlier on. He asked he how I had managed my injury....Ha! then he went on kindly and my eyes grew moist.I told me to stop being nice; cause I was nearing my melting point. Harsh words are easier to handle but kind words penetrate my defences. After he hung up, I had to wipe off tears.
Came Back, had food and dozed off. Got up for dinner. First Haldi wala Milk in this entire eppisode with more to follow......and the day ended.
Gave myself a Date of 10 Oct before feeling anything. No itching allowed even in thoughts about the POP.
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