..and still Man Proposes!

Two days back when my husband came, I transformed myself into the best ‘planner’. Especially for the one ‘surprise’ I promised Shail !

Now there is a poster above my computer in the wall facing me. It says ‘Man Proposes…’. I should have been the one who knows the meaning of it more clearly than any one else, mainly because it’s in my ray of vision, 24 *7. But does that make me ‘the enlightened’? No. I am still the same man who ‘proposes’ always, without the slight ‘imagination’ of getting the ‘proposal’ rejected by the Almighty!

Ok…now what happened in simple words!

Day1:

When I woke up, my life-long companion was re-visiting me, after 1 month. Who? Who else, other than ‘The Migraine”. Even after the allowed quantity of Solpadeine, she didn’t want to leave me alone. Great! What else to do, other than succumbing to her wish the whole day! I should be thankful that she didn’t bring her favorites this time, [nausea and vomiting].

Day2:

I woke up when my mom’s weak voice called me, “Can you take me to hospital?” Within no time, dozing away from sleep, I was driving mom to hospital. She was vomiting, with high fever and head ache! She got admitted in hospital, and there while sitting near her bed, my hubby reminded me “swathi, never plan anything ahead so much in detail”

Day2: evening.

When amma got discharged from hospital, I urged achan to buy some take-away food, to avoid cooking. My hubby told me “don’t buy food from outside, we will cook.” But did I care? NO. When I reached home, I was eating the tiny chicken pieces. (of course with my usual carelessness, because I didn’t have the faintest idea of what’s going to happen!).

The next thing I remember is me getting suffocated with a piece of bone stuck in my throat. It was stuck there horizontally. I was suddenly in a state of shock and didn’t know what to do. My husband urged me to calm down first, but I was too shocked and paralyzed with fear. So I screamed. I couldn’t vomit, nor could I swallow. For a whole 5 minutes I stood like that, screaming. Then I pushed my finger into my throat and found the bone. But instead of getting it back, I pushed it more inside. Soon I vomited all over my hubby’s face (!) and I felt better.

I thought that everything was fine. And I ate. After 1 hour, I was trying to drink tea, when I found that I can’t even swallow saliva. When I tried swallowing, torturing pain shot first thru my throat, then to my chest. After that every second, my pain increased and finally I was taken to hospital. There doctor told me that he couldn’t find the bone, but my throat was badly infected and injured. Swelling and inflammation had almost blocked his vision. I was given antibiotics and anti-inflammatory tabs for 5 days. He told, if the pain doesn’t come down, we have to get the bone piece out!

Yesterday I didn’t eat or sleep. And this morning, my pain seems bearable. I hope the inflammation is coming down and the bone stuck is gone!!

Foot note: My hubby slipped his feet and fell from steps, this morning, hurting his back. My dad thinks, somebody is really ‘cursing’ us!