Wednesday, April 8, 2009


sick smurf

I fell sick after a long time. Not that I wanted to fall sick, but I have spent the better part of last 2 weeks confined to a bed and my life revolved around doses of bitter medicines and unpleasant visits to doctors.

    I remember the first day well. I felt my face burning coupled with a dull throbbing in my head. I knew I was unwell and I was surprised. I did not eat outside, nor did I binge on ice creams or did anything of that sorts. But there I was at the doctor’s doorstep begging her to relieve me of my misery.

I don’t know what prompted her to say so, but she said, “Let’s wait for three days, if the fever does not subside, then it’s malaria.”

The mere mention of the dreaded word was morbid enough and now the Doctor was mysteriously advising me against a blood test.

For two days, I was recuperating well and I was beginning to bless my fortunes that it was not malaria. For a cruel twist of fate, on the third day I felt feverish. It was a sense of déjà vu, my face was burning and I was blinded by the headache. It seemed that all the energy was sucked out of me. So, I found myself dragging my battered body back to the doctor’s clinic. The doctor had already left for the day. Everybody suggested to consult a different doctor, but I was pretty adamant. I was not sure if the other doctor would understand our three day pact.

But waiting for the next day seemed impossible. I explained my mum why was it necessary to see the same doctor and she agreed to my reasoning. Fifteen minutes later, I was at the doorstep of a different doctor. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, I was finally granted the Doctor’s audience. Condescendingly, he told me it was not Malaria, but a severe bout of viral fever.

I was happy to have dodged the M-word. Yet, I was sorely tempted to draw my will and transfer all my debts and loans to my well wishers.  Every night I used to go to sleep hoping that the drudgery would end the next morning. Alas, I used to wake up alive the next day and with the same horrible weakness and blinding headache.

             Since the last 4-5 days, I have regained my strength and my zest to live a little longer. I am not in a hurry to draw my will anymore. And I am happy that my cries for an end to my sufferings went unheeded.

God is indeed great!! Heheheh!! :D :D

13 Grumblings:

meerasworld said...

get well soon:)

ayyo.... said...

I'm alright now..! :)
But that was some fever I had..!

Nidhi said...

Oh u r well now !!! :( i was expecting my name in your will ... but now it seems like i will have to wait more 20 years for that ....

Sikander Fayyaz Khan said...

Did another day, but when you come to it, at least send a text message in advance so that I can get my white cotton shalwar kameez starched before hand :p

Sikander Fayyaz Khan said...


ayyo.... said...

20 years?! So mean!! :x
In any case, all I said about wills was that I'd transfer my debts and loans to others. In that case, your name is sure to feature in my will..! :D :D

ayyo.... said...

I recuperated. And as I said, I have regained the will to live. That means, I'll live a good 20 years m,ore than you..! :P

meerasworld said...

i lost ur comment somehow:) sorry,i dont know when is tamil new year.

ayyo.... said...

Thanks for the concern. I asked elsewhere as well. I came to know that the Varsha Porappu was on the 14th April..! :)

meerasworld said...

get out of 'sick bed':)

meerasworld said...

i did mention about your blog,in my post:)
" Some with a funny note like A Peep in to my pensive and others "

seeeee,i didnt forget :)

ayyo.... said...

Yeah, I need to get going now.. laziness is creeping in..! :P :D

meerasworld said...

huh talking about laziness?i just feel that every single second:)