A wish come true...

Have you ever experienced a “wish-come-true” kind of a situation? As in, you spill some clauses of random thoughts out and suddenly, the following course of events seems to happen in sync with your thoughts. Well, it happened to me! I said something on a busy Sunday morning which altered the expected events of the next few weeks totally.

Day 1

On a Monday, one would usually find me wide awake and smiling at 10.30 am for Miss Namrata’s class. However, this was no monotonous Monday. At about this time, I was still in my bed, covered in 3 blankets. I had taken Crocin last night but my body temperature, instead of falling, had risen to 101F. I could not dare get off my bed as my roommate was still around. She could be a terror, you know! By evening, I had already consumed an antibiotic and a paracetamol. Still, no effect.

Day 2

My body temperature showed an increment of another  1F  today. I stayed back at home again and without anybody’s threats. My lappi and me lay beside each other for the entire day. None of us took advantage of the other! It was a rare event.  I could barely walk. I was too weak to even sit. Usually when I fall ill, I make it a point to share it with others through facebook or tweets. But this time, I received lesser sympathies in view of the fact that I could not perform a publicity stunt online. By 8.00 pm, I was hotter than Angelina Jolie and thus, needed a doctor.

Day 3

Last night, I was declared a victim of throat infection by Dr. G.S. Gupta (NEVER visit this fellow. More on this later). My body had stopped responding to any antibiotics. I was still down with fever, coughing all day long and extremely weak. I was hospitalized at NKS Hospital (NEVER refer to this hospital. More on this later). The blood suckers here took about 15 ml of blood from my body to conduct several tests. I kept praying for anything except Jaundice, Typhoid, Malaria, Dengue and Cholera. Any of these diseases reflects direct negligence of the patient and I did not wish to appear the same. The Einstein-looking fellow, Dr. Gupta diagnosed typhoid and I was treated for the same for the next two days.

I was supposed to travel back to my hometown in a train. But circumstances made me fly down to Bhubaneswar. I was about to travel in a flight for the first time in my life (YES!!) and I didn’t appear to look apt. With my out-of-shape and smelly hair (I had not washed my hair since one week), I looked hideous! Still, the journey was a delight. Wonders of Science! 

My Dad is a man of complete genius. I have never seen a man so prompt and so accurate. When I reached home, I was taken for a blood test again. And guess what, the reports were negative! All this time, I had been given injections and oral medications for Typhoid while I had nothing! Those blood suckers at NKS Hospital extracted 16,000 bucks (expenses on medicines additional) from me for absolutely nothing. I was their bakra and they had been making money out of me. Dr. Gupta, who is not at all worthy of being called a Doctor, threatened me that I would not get well if I take discharge from that  goddamn hospital.

Few years back, someone told me, “Har 24 ghante me 1 baar Maa Saraswati hamari vaani par viraajmaan hoti hain.” (Once in every 24 hours, Goddess Saraswati resides rests on our speech.) That is, on such an occasion, our mere words turn into a reality, irrespective of their positive or negative nature. A similar thing might have happened when I uttered these words on that Sunday morning, “It’s been a long time since I have been to a hospital.”