Sick@hostel :(

Hostel life… Ahh… seriously one of the best moments in one’s life… days filled with pure joy with literally having nothing worthwhile to do ever (unless u think chatting and playing cards as some valuable piece of work. ;)) Days in the hostel are the times when all enjoy day-in-and-day-out. Hostel days can never be replaced by anything ever; it’s literally a once in a lifetime experience!
But this clover transforms itself into hell in a snap when you fall ill. Trust me life becomes sheer distress when you are ill and upon that stuck in hostel. Here people keep taking all precautionary measures even at the slightest symptom of an illness.
Last week I was able to experience the same. Had fallen ill, nothing big just a fever, but still one in hostel could be terribly difficult. Came back from class, took up a crocin and slept like the whole day missing lunch, snacks and all. No mom screaming at your back to have food properly. Guess this is personal, doing anything on your own during these times could be tricky. When the news spreads around one by one everyone drops in to give you Get-well-soon wishes (the only good part ;)) and pieces of their own self-diagnosis and old illness stories. The worst part is to give roll call during these days. Standing in those endless lines with girls moving in all directions, and correctly that day the warden decides to have a chat with all those in ahead, it starts getting suffocating, but still there is a roll-call to give. Feeling of nausea surmounts you overcoming all you thank god when this whole ritual end. I end up going back to my room take up another crocin and there I’m fast asleep again.
I wake up next day morning with the whole body aching and feeling very feverish. I know it’s high time I go to the most dreaded and hardly visited place of the college the Hospital! Just called so but totally bereft of any proper doctors or equipments. Once in there I know it was a grave mistake. I get in, she (the doctor) asks me my ailment, I say-fever, she’s like fine, and just asks me a few more questions, and starts scribbling on to a sheet as she’ll be tortured to death if she doesn’t send a patient out in record time. The basic diagnosis for fever, i.e. checking out my temperature wasn’t done. God!! Where did I come? Taking those tablets from the dusty pharmacy I make my way back, hoping for a quick recovery.
But that’s one of the last things that happen. Took up the tablets and went off to sleep again. Correctly that was a day when almost everyone had full day class. The hostel was kind of totally empty. Around afternoon I realize that I can sleep no longer (shocking!!) but then the moments after that was pure hell, it was like watching grass grow, had literally nothing to do, just kept staring up at the roof.
Man, was happy when college timings ended and then there were people flooding back into their rooms. At last humanity around!!
Now cured and hale and hearty, back to enjoying hostel life… Ahh. Bliss.;)
The day was pure hell, never ever do I want to fall ill in college again and go to that filthy place again. Signing off praying for good health ahead for everyone!