Friday, 11 May 2018

A DAY BEFORE LONG NIGHTS- THE ADMISSION || PART 2


This is My Story

The window showed me all the delicacies I had enjoyed in my college life going past me as I was travelling to another hospital from the Max hospital. Dr Deepak Goyal had advised us to go to another hospital called Himalayan Hospital keeping in mind all the routine checkups so that I don't have to travel too much in that condition and assured me the best of treatment there as his very good friend and his teammate Dr Manish Mittal will be treating me. The walking was becoming harder and harder for me and I had to take a wheelchair for the exit. I sat in the cab to go to another hospital.
  
      My condition was worsening but I took my mind out of it and started seeing the roads and the shops where I had spent four years of my life. I saw a shop and a memory would pop up and another crossroad would bring another memory. I was smiling for the first time this day. 

My mother thought I have closed one eyelid because I was having trouble seeing but unfortunately that was not the case. It was not in my control and the fact was I did not even know my one eyelid is almost closed. For the first time in my life, I was scared of my health and condition.

 I have always ignored my conditions and symptoms for any other disease I had in life. This time I was scared. I asked my mother whether I will be fine and she said this is nothing, you will be fine tomorrow and we will go home. I knew she is consoling me. Her countenance was enough for me. Changing my clothes for MRI in Max seemed like the hardest thing for me. 

It took me 15 minutes and I struggled my way through it. Thinking of all this made me even more nervous. I asked for bananas for me as I had not eaten anything since I woke up and it was already 5 p.m. My father bought me many bananas. I did not count but I would guess they were 2 dozens or more and some apples and pomegranates too. I did not understand why he did that. Till this day I don't and I never asked him. I ate just two. It was a really hard job eating those bananas but my hunger was extreme and I had to satisfy it. Those two bananas became the last solid thing I ate for coming 30 days.

It was 8 pm I guess and we arrived at the Himalayan Hospital. It was dark and I was taken on a wheelchair to the emergency bed. Suddenly four or five doctors gathered to see me. Everyone was asking what has happened to him? What has happened to him? What could we say, we wanted to know ourselves what had happened to me. 

My father told every doctor to call Dr Manish Mittal. No one was ready to do so. He was a senior doctor and a respected neurologist. No one bothered to disturb him as they thought we had heard his name somewhere. My father told them that we have come by the reference of Dr Deepak Goyal. They immediately called him. Dr Manish Mittal was staying out of his working hours to see me as he was informed by Dr Goyal that I would be arriving.

 The doctor came and he really looked like a doctor. Some people have personalities that you can guess seeing them their profession. Even you see them on the road you can guess. He asked me what was happening. I told him that my hands are numb, I can't walk, I can't talk, I can't feel anything through my hands. He took a pen out of his pocket and pressed the tip on my hand. He asked me can I feel anything? I said yes. He did the same on my legs, feet, another hand.



I felt every time. He asked if I had a fever in recent days? I said yes two days successively I had a fever at night but not in the morning. He told some medical terms to his students and I heard GBS was one of them since I had heard already this noon. He asked one student/doctor, I don't know who they were among the two, to flush something down my veins. 


Flushing meant injecting with full force. He did. He asked for one of the brothers to put a tube. I did not understand what that meant but as soon as I could guess the brother bought a tube and immediately pushed inside my nose and I screamed in pain. I could feel it down my throat. He told me to push it inside as I gulp my food through the food pipe. I could feel something coming out of my nose. It was blood and a lot of it and the tube was really irritating. I puked once again and I could see the bananas that I ate.

The doctor told my mother that there is no guarantee that I would be fine. We cannot tell at this stage. People also die in these cases. It was really harsh of him to say those words in front of me. He said, "We will be observing him today. A sister will be with him all night and if anything goes wrong, we have to shift him to ICU. We are sending him to IMC ward which is a critical ward." I was bed number 10 in IMC ward 204. My parents were not worried, they didn't show me that they were. I was thinking about some of the good days I had spent in my life, not because of the disease, I was just lonely and had nothing else to do and also the doctor had told me the bitter truth. I slept thinking all those things. The next morning, I was almost completely paralyzed.

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