Those 10 minutes… Story of my operation

Second half of the story…

Ropar till Sri Vivekananda Polyclinic, Lucknow

Ropar, is a district in Punjab but to my surprise it has no medicinal help available. When I reached there along with my warden and roommate we found that all the diagnostic centers are closed as it was Sunday ( diagnostic people there thinks that Sunday is a holiday time for diseases too). God came to my rescue, as we were searching the city we happen to came across a diagnostic center which remains open for 24 hours.

The doctor there was a good man, after giving me shock of my life that I am having Appendicitis and that too its on the acute stage( acute stage is the last stage) which needed an urgent surgery he asked me for the evening tea. Twist in the tail was waiting for me, when I told him that my my exams are going to start just after a week and I can’t miss them so I need an alternative to surgery. He recommended me to Sangha Hospital, Ropar and asked me to consult the doctor there. I must tell you alternatives are never good to be taken and I was going to learn it in a moment. Dr. there told me as my diseases was in the last stage so surgery is must but surgery can be extended for at most 6 weeks. He told me that for 5 days continuously I would be given 7 injections each in a day. 

Oh my God, Injections… and that too 7 a day for 5 days… I started calculating it and found that in all I would be given 35 injections… I started remembering my good childhood days when I used to run away from injection. Well I thought in my whole life combined I would have not got 35 injections and this Dr. wants me to take them in just 5 days… has he gone out of his mind… or I am suffering from cancer or what…?? I asked several time that was there any other way but my warden and Dr. forced me too took the dose.

2nd day of taking injections… My college

I bought all the injections as I thought it would be easy for me to get all the doses there in my college itself. We have a very strange type of Dr. in our college for the night shift. He is quite old and got retired from the army back in 80’s. Like other old people he too has this peculiar habit of making the patients listen to his glorious past for hours and show some sort of gratitude to him. He was all praise to him and told me how he did surgery in the army without anesthesia. And in all this he happen to forgot that I am not taking the injections directly but through drips. To my surprise he injected the injection directly in the pipe of the drip and not in its nozzle. It was hell loose then, It was paining like hell and it also exposed my drip to the air. I thought of shouting at him and complaining the principal about the state of medical neglect in our college. But his old age made me feel pity for him and so I remained quite.

Next day I made up my mind to leave the hostel and go to Chandigarh for the better healthcare. I lived there with my elder brother family. He is not my elder brother by blood and we know each other just for the 2 years now. But then too he and his family allowed me to live with them. And not only allowed me to live with them but also took care of all my needs. He is a thorough gentleman. His family made me feel like home. I won’t be able to pay their debts in my complete lifetime. 

I got all the required treatment there in Chandigarh. Bhaiya and his family made me to regain my lost confidence and also lowered down the state of trauma and pressure through which I was undergoing back in my college due to college doctor’s. I gave my semester exams with ease though the subjects were really tough.

So this was the story till Ropar, Punjab… I boarded train to Lucknow along with my father who came to take care and accompany me in the journey. My father took me to Sri Vivekananda Polyclinic, Lucknow and consulted Dr. K.B.Jain the very next day we reached Lucknow.

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Those 10 minutes… Story of my operation

First pain till Ropar…!!

After getting 2 minor, 1 major and 1 fatal stomach pains, I finally came to know the root cause of my frequent occurrence of such stomach pains accompanied with serious vomiting. So, going back to the first attack which I can now say as the first appendicitis attack I got was back in the October of 2008,  the second attack I got was in this January, nearly after 2 years, but both this attack were minor one’s and with home based medicinal help( every Indian home boost about the wealth of traditional medicine Turmeric )I was back on my feet.
This April again I had a severe pain in my stomach and this time around it was not so simple. It was accompanied with severe vomiting and no medicines were able to curb the pain. In fact, after taking the medicines I used to vomit it, so now my body was not accepting the medicinal help. Also, I wasn’t this time in my home, I was back in my college. To stop the pain and the vomiting, doctors  gave me 3 injections in a matter of seconds. And finally within 5 minutes of having 3 doses of injections my pain got vanished.
But it got vanished to finally resurface just after a month on the 6th of May. Meanwhile, after every occurrence of stomach pain I used to consult the doctor but he used to term it as simple stomach pain. After the April episode my doctor finally asked me to get an ultrasound done. I did what I was asked to do but the report showed no signs of worry. Doctor then advised me to get an ultrasound done within 18 hours of getting the pain.
I remember it was Sunday at 6th May when i got my last attack. I asked the warden to get me treated as soon as possible and being  thorough gentleman he wasted no time in provided me a first-aid.I told him that my doctor asked me to get an ultrasound done within 18 hr’s of the pain. He along with my roommate Deepesh took me to Ropar for the medical test.

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Ropar till Sri Vivekananda Polyclinic, Lucknow
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Become what you think…

There are two kinds of people in this world – first category are those who blame their circumstances for what they are. Second are folks who get on this world, people who don’t believe in circumstances.

My life has been like this from the starting. I never went out for the right choices but instead tried to make my choices right. Sometimes it didn’t work and I had to pay a heavy price but irrespective of the result, it always provided me a self satisfaction. My motto in life is stop thinking, instead act for your dreams. If you fail to reach your goals then too you will be in a better situation then the people who fear not to act ‘coz of lack of vision and self motivation.

Are there any Indians left?

Yesterday I got an sms from Johny and it exposes the true nature of so called unity in diversity. We Indians are so proud in our unity in diversity, of our mega size country, several states with various different areas of interest. Even some of us want our once part Pakistan & Bangladesh to again get united with us. But have we learn any lesson from our past, from our history, from the worlds biggest human migration… our PARTITION. What was the major cause behind our country getting partitioned?

NO… not the britishers.

They only did good what was good for them and everyone does so.

The reason behind our separation was we never stood like Indians, we always give preference to ourselves of  being Hindu or Muslim or belonging to some other religion.

Just ask any Indian from where he hails too and he will give you the name of any part of the country but he won’t say I am an INDIAN and I hail from the whole country not just any particular part.

When there are racists attack on Indians in foreign countries then so many organizations and many people stood to raise there voice against such barbaric things. But what about the racism which every Indian faces when he moves from one part of the country to another. We call south Indians as Madrasi, there are several jokes on sardars, people from the Hindi heartland are called bhaiyas,Indians who live in hilly areas are called nepali, bahadur or chinkis.. blah blah blah.

So why can’t we call every Indian as only Indian. When we are one country then why people object on the migration of people within the country.

Why the held our politicians are busy in making newer states? When they can’t govern the states then why they contest the elections?

Who says India is not a rich country? Our government spends too much money on some stupid things, can’t understand it at all, making parks and monuments, changing name of the cities, spending crores on several commissions and much more.

 

Only one thing to end this dialogue…

Jaago Bhartiyun, Jaago..!!!