the day I almost thought my last thought!

August 14: The day I almost thought my last thought! The day I thought about a lot of things in such a rush, for fear of never being able to think about anything, anymore! The day I thought I was dying. Gosh, I guess I’ll never forget this day! πŸ˜€

August 13: Went out with my brother to Garuda Mall, Bangalore. Walked around for a looong time…in and out of shops, without buying anything, driving the sales-people crazy, until I got myself a sprained muscle on my left shoulder. The pain kept bothering me, but I gave no heed. Cooked dinner, made idly batter for the next day (one helluva job, I tell you!), saw part of some incorrigible movie, quarreled with the husband for some silly reason (I blame the pain for the irritation) and went off to sleep.

August 14 (again!?): Woke up with the pain again. Made breakfast, by the end of which I realised I couldn’t adjust myself to a lot of positions, thanks to the pain that sent me buckling every now and then! Had loads of office work, which I managed to (grossly uncomfortably) complete by 4.30. Meanwhile, I checked the Internet for symptoms of appendicitis, kidney stone, tumor and what not. The only disease I didn’t check for was swine flu, thanks to the half dozen mails that keep pouring in everyday on the subject.

I was in pain — breathing in and out, sneezing (mere thoughts of sneezing, even), burping, laughing, walking, lying, sitting, standing, crying, yawning…just about everything I’ve learnt to do in life hurt like hell!! Till about 5.00, I managed to sit around with my brother, trying to laugh at myself and my antics, without moving my belly. Then I retreated to my room, decided to lie down. And oh God…in the next 10 minutes, the pain shot up so bad, I hardly had any voice. My brother, right in the next room, couldn’t hear me whimpering, crying out in pain, calling out for mom!

In the next hour, the husband, back from office, came in with my brother to see me in tears, writhing on the bed. And of all the things in the world, he asks to no one in particular “Is she really in pain or is she just trying to pull my leg?”Β  I’d been pitying myself for almost an hour, taking in the sad fact that I would be alone and in pain when I die…with no one to even share my will and last wishes…when he asks if I were pulling his leg! Bah! (Well, in his defense, I must admit that when I called him up, asking him to come home fast, I was laughing and trying to keep the pain at bay.)

Anyway, the next 2 hours flew by. I was almost carried to the car, taken to a hospital (where I managed to crawl up the stairs and settle myself, screaming and moaning and whimpering) which turned out to be just for preganant women, turned out, again carried to the car, rushed to another hospital, given an injection and sent for an ultrasound abdomen scanning. Turns out, it was just a plain old muscle spasm. Anyway, the doctors doubted a possible infection in the kidney and prescribed a urine test. After 4 full glasses of water, hopeless PJs, incessant laughter (which still hurt, by the way) and relief over being “alive”, we left smileythe hospital, leaving the receptionist and her colleague laughing over my adamant bladder that refused to refill itself. πŸ˜€

There’s slight pain, still. A deep breath / or a sharp one before a sneeze, still hurts. But it feels great to be alive! πŸ™‚ It feels great to not be in pain! It feels great to be able to blog about it…and laugh about the pathetic condition I had been in yesterday! The husband says I’m like a car with perpetual ‘patch work’ — it’s either backpain, or memory loss, or headache, or some sort of problem! Health seems to be the only blessing I was never endowed with in abundance by God! πŸ˜€

But whatever! Yey! I am alive πŸ™‚

P.S.: My idea of adopting a child has been reinforced since yesterday’s incident πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ I just cannot take any pain. πŸ˜€

28 thoughts on “the day I almost thought my last thought!

    • @Pixpick
      Welcome to AlphabetWorld! πŸ™‚
      I know. I had already been smiling some 10 mins after I got my injection πŸ˜€

      You have a great blog out there πŸ™‚ Was fun surfing through the pix! πŸ™‚


  1. I too have been suffering from strange muscle pulls and burps (more like acid reflux burps), due to excessive anxiety, for the last one year. And I thought I’d die with it, I feared killing myself not being able to live with the discomfort. But as days went by, things started getting better. So, as PIXPICK says, things do get better as time flies by even if it seems IMPOSSIBLE. I don’t have a smile on my face thinking about it yet, but I’m hoping I’ll get there in time! πŸ™‚ Anyway, just hang in there.. you’ll feel better for sure πŸ™‚


    • Hehe. Thanks! And name? Haven’t thought about it yet πŸ™‚ But why should it be any different. It can be a normal name…like ‘You came out eventlessly’ or ‘You gave me no pain’ or ‘No-pain-giver” or so!
      Thanks. I’m alright now!


  2. Get well soon.

    I guess you would be requiring a full body Uzhichil soon. I heard it works wonders, especially that Kottakkal Ayurveda one.

    So you want to adopt a child now! Hmmm…You could steal mine when I have one, what say πŸ˜‰


  3. First things first!! y have u mentioned him as “the husband” ?? why ‘the’ and not ‘my’ there?
    and how cme i dnt knw of ths πŸ˜› :p
    i thot i was giving you inspiration to get pregnant ..all efforts gone for a toss?? 😦
    lol – at ur bladders adamance!! scorpions i say!! even the bladder is adamant πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰


    • Hehe…its not “the husband”…it’s t.h.e. husband πŸ˜€ Happy?? and yea, for the record, he’s always referred to as “the husband”. i like it that way πŸ™‚ “my” is understood. why would someone else’s husband come to me? Sheeesh, woman!! πŸ˜›

      i was in so much pain, i really didnt have the patience n strngth to call you up πŸ˜›

      Yep…all for a toss. Even otherwise, i take pain badly. Now, this is just an easy excuse for adoption πŸ™‚ which i think is a goooood thing to do !
      hehe..yea right. now yu go blaming poor scorpions. i tell, you, am a pseudo!


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