Thumbing my way through

The human body, a complex organization of varied parts and mechanism, works wonders but even the smallest of the glitch can bring life to a standstill! Seriously these are definitely words not stringed out of sheer wild imagination but out of experience and by this don’t imagine me suffering from some grave disease… I could say this malfunction or a disordered function was nothing more than a mild pain but sure did it bring my daily activities to a grinding halt.
From this mild experience did I realize how vital any small part can be for us! Everything together in their best conditions can ONLY keep the body in the finest state. I can’t tell you how much I’ve realized about the astonishing performance of the body and the time’s it takes to fall are so perfectly coordinated with the time you need it the most.
This is something I learnt from the recent torturous experience of a slight pain in my thumb (and duh! No prizes for guessing my right one!) And how everything went haywire off!
It was the weekend before the first Cycle test (our periodical tests read: fast forwarded tortures, as it ends in a jiffy!), the time when all of us start learning the names of our subjects and slowly searching for books and not to mention the portions. And bang when I tried to write something, a jolt of pain just rushed through my thumb. Writing had become an absolute tormentor. Holding a pen and bet you anything was totally tormenting for my thumb. And for a person who does almost everything with her right hand and almost nil usage of my left, it was just impossible to do like anything. Thumb is the part of the hand that makes us hold things and has let us reach to what we are now. Everything done with our hands needs total co-ordination of the dear thumb, and when it ceases the activities of the whole hand just come crashing down!
Those days it was impossible to eat, Dress, bathe, hold anything, cycle, write and god knows what not! Now is it that I understand how much it would have value to an archer. Taken from our own epic the Mahabharatha where Eklavya had cut his thumb off as gurudakshina for his illicit procurement of gyan from Dronacharya. Seriously cutting someones thumb off is like whoa! Man… how can someone that too an archer who’s all skill and talent is solely dependent on the well being of their thumb. It’s like asking the nightingale Lata to give her vocal chords off to her guru.
But ya, coming back to my thumb crisis. I was totally clueless as such a problem had never lasted more than a few hours ever. But this time and the timings were just too perfect to get the point clear of total pure torture. Due to the dire arrangement of circumstances I was left with no other choice but to run off to the college hospital famous for their awfully accurate diagnosis!(for those who know less about the afore mentioned place it was sarcasm intended) and maybe it was luck shining the doctors were not available then. Didn’t know whether I had to thank my stars but then had to go to another nearby hospital, which generally is always deserted had this terrible queue outside it. Mauphy’s law proving itself right over and over again. :D Luck again and had ended up with the most grumpiest doc there! Who just kept screaming relentlessly at my thumb. And concluded that it was some tendon inflammation, Man! I wonder how the hell did I end up with it.. had her course and due to no change in pain had to approach the coll doc’s who happily told me it was due to “wear and tear”, man that saying always seemed so mild but when to comes to my thumb, man I was shit worried! Then came the exams which I happily screwed big time, but anyway who can rewrite fate ;) thumb pain or no pain, that that has to be screwed will be under any circumstances ;)
Now weeks later after that thumb feels kinda alright but still I have not even the vaguest idea of what had happened then to my thumb, after several x-rays and doc visit I’m as much in the dark as I was in earlier. Just hoping the pain doesn’t plan a visit again!

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!