diagnosed with gallbladder infection until a rib fracture is found

What happened last week there is no post in spite of the festival and me dutifully preparing for it with lots of photos of the diya all around the home.

Mom and I were very busy with purchasing, decorating diya and preparing special snack for the evening. So I quickly finished my lunch with sambar rice. Something I eat on most days. At last the evening came every thing went well, as expected. Am happy that this time nothing went wrong, didn’t missed anything from purchase, finished the work in time, no hurry burry in lighting lamps at the auspicious time. This was unusually fine. A moment of self-appreciation, feel so proud.

My camera was recording the beautiful sight to keep in memory forever, or till next year.  Mom offered the sweet she made. “Try this, turned out well this time.” I looked at the nicely puffed rice with perfect jaggery coating.  Felt drooling, suddenly image of the weighing machine came before my eyes. “No mom not now, not until I reduce a bit. Already my knees are aching not able to bear my weight.”  “You aren’t that chummy, that to avoid my sweet of festival. Closed my eyes “Don’t get tempted Don’t get tempted Don’t get tempted” murmuring like a chanting.

“Can I upload these now or weight till morning so I could so some editing to it.”, in mind voice.  Felt a kind of uneasiness. “Mom, am going to bed”. Mom, “So soon and you really don’t want the sweet”. “Yeah”, me.   Mom, “Can’t believe that the cat has hated meat.” Thinking in mind, “Today the cat is not doing good.” Went to bed.

Woke up in the middle of the night with the same uneasiness, but more intensely. My stomach aches I believe. It was 3 am and I was awake for almost half an hour. Went to the rest room to wash my face, thought I could feel better. Once in, started throwing up. OMG what’s up? I could see everyone is sleeping. So quietly returned to bed. No I was not normal, It was half past five and I have throw up few times. So called mom but said I am not worst  and can wait till morning.

By six the serious continued again. No other go moved to a hospital. Someone who is quite popular in the area. A nurse came enquired what was wrong, checked BP, temperature etc., and moved in. In a minute she calls me inside Intensive care Unit. What!!!! I was confused. A year back I came to this emergency area for some other problem. That time I felt very sick,  but I met the doctor in the out patient room. I remember the day well. A granny too came that day at a serious condition but there was no bed to admit her. Her family was talking to the doctor for  a long time to convince him. And he was directing them to another hospital as they have no bed.  By the time this is over I feel like fainting.

Now I am doing good. We came here because at this time your consultant will not be available and could only meet the duty doctor here. The nurse took me to the only bed over there. “Please lie down on the bed”, said the sister. “Thanks I could very well sit”, Me. Doctor came in enquired with common question and moved out swiftly.

The doctor came back and said, “You have a gallbladder infection. So need to go for a scan.” “Scanning I wasn’t that sick, I am, am OK”. Doctor again,  “I just said we are going to check not confirmed it. If the scan is normal you could very well go. As of now we will give you an injection for subsiding”.  “Ahhh, another day I hospital, I hate it”. I was blinking, sitting in the bed in a place where most sick people lay half consciously. I didn’t fit the picture, I thought.

A man in green and blue color shirt came in with lots of papers, X-rays and scans and was talking with the doctor. I could hear them well. “There is a rib fracture, will be alright with good care. ” The man in green  blue, “Shall I bring her in”. Doctor, “Yes immediately …”

The nurse came in and said, “feeling better, now you could go out and try have some water. If you could sustain you can go home.”  With a bright smile I came running out. Like a bird from the cage. Thank God they find a better prey. Told dad “I can go home”. Dad, “They asked for a scan. I don’t want any risk in your health.” Me, “Ho they really asked me to leave.” Bushed my dad out.

By the way the only problem with my tummy is, it is like a kid. I refused it the nice crispy snack my mom made and it got upset.  What to do, can never leave a delicious food. I gave my tummy enough good item it will be OK. So I got recovered in my own way. Strange my 😉