Sunday, March 26, 2017

Being a Nosocomephobiac(Google that, folks!)

My first hospital visit in Hyderabad

You know how it feels right? Until and unless you belong to the category in which my flatmate belongs too-“Oh I love hospitals. That smell and those yummy idlis that they serve to the patients", you would very well know that it’s one of the most unpleasant experience that one can have.
I generally can do anything to avoid a visit to one. And that involves having beetroots daily, if that’s what it demands, or maybe having sprouts.

But some things are just unavoidable, you see. I recently had an ear infection and the left one seemed to have become numb. I had a few weird experiences wherein I asked my fellow mates standing to my left to repeat a few things a lot many times! Plus, my TT skills got deteriorated as I couldn’t hear the ball bang on the table clearly. I, as I do usually, tried out all the home remedies including dripping all sorts of oils recommended, into my ear but then I finally found out that things might go out of my control, I decided to break my own record and visit the nearest ENT.

Image result for scared girl clipartI took my office colleague along who belongs to ‘Hospitals are normal’ category and she sat there consoling me for the entire time. There was a point when I was waiting for the appointment and my legs were literally shivering. I am shit scared of doctors and hospitals. They make me feel nauseatic and uneasy. I find breathing hard. And plus, I was scared that she would advise for a surgery. That colleague was all the hope I had at that moment.

I went inside. She checked what was wrong. Tried sorting out the thing using her medical equipment but that didn’t help out. Next, she opened her drawer to take out a big huge syringe. And I found my legs shivering again. Looking at that, the uber-cool doctor herself started consoling me, saying it wouldn’t hurt. Next, while she was putting her studies to practice, I sat there tightly squeezing the nurse’s hand. Poor lady had to bear the pain equivalent to what I was!
Next, I started hearing every damn sound/noise. I just scratched my ear and I could hear that. I moved out of the room, into the waiting area and I felt as if I was in Bombay Railway Station. I could hear even the minutest of the resonances. 

Coming back home, I was the one describing all the sounds I could here. Poor people had to be patient and listen to all of the descriptions! :P

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Unique Pre-Birthday Nervousness

I’m usually a happy go lucky kid adult. Okay...A kid in the body of an adult.Kid, because even though I’m turning 24 tomorrow, I’m hell excited for my birthday, which is how it is usually. But I also feel like an adult. I’ve been pronouncing 24 all day long and thinking that the number is a magic number which automatically produces the feeling of being a grown up!Plus,t here’s nobody in my friend circle who’s older than me, who could empathize with this feeling that’s shouldering me since last two days. Other than the fact that I’ll have to now make poor chrome remember a new age for the autofill form feature, I don’t actually see why I should be worried about the +1.

Image result for attitude girl clipartI do not picture myself stop laughing and go and help when somebody would fall in anytime near future. Neither am I going to start sharing chocolates. So yes,as you might have understood, I’m just forcing my neurons to fire these feelings as an imprint on my brain.Plus, I’ve to get smart enough to find new excuses and answers to the most famous Indian question,"24, so when are you going to get married?". All lame ones of course.Because what I’ve found is logical answers are hardly ever accepted.

My plans when an agony aunty pops up such a question:
“Why?Do you have a son?Why don’t you give me his number”
“Why? Haven’t shopped since days or just want to savor some dishes?”
“When is –her kid’s name—getting married?”

See..I’m quite prepared to handle 24.Am I not?


C’mon now! Relax and sit back Pooja! It’s your day!