The Road to Recovery is Bumpy

Pranams my dear lovely family 😊!! Its been quite a while since you heard from me, as I had been knocked out of action for a while….😁

It all began quite a few days back…  when a pain in the neck decided to become a very REAL PAIN IN THE NECK…. so much so that the rest of me paled out of existence and only the neck with the pain seemed to exist 😕 

Though am very conscientious doctor, I have never liked playing the role of a patient. Since childhood, the most uphill task my caregivers have had to face has been making me swallow THE PILL. Somehow, despite so many modern innovations, that wonderful gadget hasn’t yet been created which will help people like me swallow a pill. The size, shape, color and flavor of the pill is immaterial, I just can’t figure out why, the way to my throat is the unchartered territory that every pill is terrified to undertake. Every attempt to negotiate it down the right track is thwarted and it makes it’s way back into my mouth. Still I sent hundreds of pills that way, by a sheer show of undaunted courage just in the unlikely event that they might give some respite to my ever complaining neck. When pills failed, I tried applying entire tubes of those pain relief ointments which burn up every nerve on the skin so much so that you no longer are capable of feeling any sensation at all. When all else failed, the in-house neurosurgeon doctor husband decided that it was time for an MRI scan to figure out what my problem was.

Ever been inside an MRI machine? Amazing thing it is… Maybe it is the medical version of a mini “House of Horrors” game. They asked me to lie down still inside something that looked like a coffin and pushed me into something which looked like a grave.  I tried looking brave as the technician smiled a gentle smile, telling me it will take just around 15 to 20 minutes. Then it seemed like all the spirits in the MRI machine jumped into action producing a wild symphony of sounds… TRUMMM…. PRUMMM…. TUNNN… Just as I would wonder if they had stopped, they would set forth with another new set of notes… and so it went on and on, till someone was kind enough to again pull me out of the grave. I stepped down telling the machine, “Yeah!! I’m alive!! You thought you would scare me, huh?? You have to bring better stuff next time!!” 🤪. I went into the reporting room.

My husband was seeing the films. You see, the perks of having an in-house neurosurgeon. Even before I step out of the machine, my films are being read!!! He was looking at me with a funny expression. I suddenly felt scared that he would now scold me. Like the parent scolding the naughty child for faking some illness just to avoid going to school. I felt he was about to say, “Your MRI is perfectly good, and you were giving me hell of a time all these days!!! Come home you naughty wife!” 

But apparently that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that there was actually a problem 😕. Apparently, my C5 disc was tired of being confined in his limited 4 walled space and had decided that he wanted to see the world outside. He had taken the jump and was now sitting on my nerves. And my nerves were irritated with the fact and were protesting loudly. The disc guy had to be caught by his neck and pulled out as early as possible. That meant that I needed surgery. That was the only option. 

PS : My lovely family, I am doing fine… recovering post surgery.  Still on the bumpy road. I will post the next part as my health permits. Hope you enjoyed reading this post as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. Love and cheers 😍😍