As a child I was quite healthy. I have never been hospitalized for anything. My first hospitalization was to pop out Dhruv (Oops I think I see all the world’s evil conspire to get me sick now…)
I was those unfortunate few who got a certificate for 100% attendance – (FYI : All my colleagues that was in school, now I genuinely fall sick – Aging does that to you.)
I was one of those who desperately wanted to fall sick or get a fracture so I will be pampered. My parents have always treated fever, cough, cold, stomach pain, headaches as normal and so if I make a fuss of it I only get a lame “It is all part of life” for an answer (I know! Talk about deprivation!!)
Here! I grew up longing to get a fracture just so that I can get the cast signed on by my friends. How cool was that!
And then this past week I got an awful head/shoulder pain. So much so that I could only look straight – a perfect 90 degrees between the chin and the neck.
If I had to pick up something from the ground, I would sit down, head still straight, eyes down and pick it up and then get up, my upper body as balanced as a kuchipudi dancer balancing a pot on her head.
If someone calls me from the left or right, I would do a full body rotation like those endorsing work place fitness DVDs.
Hmm..So this was turning out to be a revelation of all the other things I can do with my life – a kuchipudi dancer, a fitness guru..
Hot packs did not work nor did all the pain relief balms and sprays.
Extensive research followed, all search engines got to work and Sabarish sort of concluded on cervical spondylitis.
Meanwhile Dhruv interpreted my pain quite differently.
So he would go behind me and then call for me and I swirl around since I can’t turn. He giggles. And then again and again and again.
Anything for entertainment!
Meanwhile I decide to give it one more days’ time. I was sort of confident a good night’s sleep will relieve me of it.
At night as I was going to bed, Dhruv happily purring by my side, I tell Sabarish ‘If this neck thing kills me, tell our son his mom truly loved him. Tell my parents and your mom not to fight and that my son would need everybody’s collective love to make up for mine!’
Sabarish stared at me ‘Drama queen – sleep.’ He stopped at that.
‘Oh and ya..I love you too.’
Next day it wasn’t any better, we decide to go to the clinic.
I see the doc and feel like a kid again, almost hoping he gives me a candy.
Off goes the candy wish out of the window…really…when am this sick you call me ‘Mrs’???
‘What is the problem??’
‘I am dying out pain – here –on the neck and shoulder region. Cannot turn. Head hurts too’
He doesn’t take a second look, says ‘It is nothing, a simple sprain maybe or a posture issue. 2 tablets a day will relieve you of the pain in 3 days’ time.’
How can it be nothing?? All this pain for nothing? A sprain?? That doesn’t even sound fancy!!
‘Oh No No No! I have a 2 year old son Doc. I can’t behave robotically with him. He thinks its fun and robot-robot is our new game, my batteries may run out soon!’
‘OK, I will give you a heavy dose of painkiller, Injection. Will relieve you soon.’
I continue putting on my illness face. Go to the casualty and sit down sighing heavily. They beckon me to a bed – I get up, slowly, still keeping the illness face.
I lie down and they put in the pain killer. Instantly I could turn my head sideways to about 70 degrees. Science I tell you!
I went home happy as happy can be. The short handicap sort of opened windows of reality in my life and I conclude : Falling sick while still a kid maybe fancy but falling sick when you have a kid is far from fancy!
The wish to fall sick for attention is sort of irrelevant when you have toddler back home who thinks robot robot is an awesome new game!
I reach home and yell ‘Dhruv!! Amma’s home…neck is better!!’
‘What?? No more robot robot?? I loved it maaa!!!’
There you go…parasite!