The Little Accident
It’s been a week already with the accident. A week! A week since I have moved about. True I came from Baroda to Delhi, but that was quite an adventure in itself.
Dad tells me he was crestfallen when he saw me being wheeled out of the airport. He couldn’t even see my leg. Maybe thats because it was not planted down, it was mid air, hanging like a projection coming out of me.
Life has been just so different since those last few days. I have abolutely stopped looking at the clock. I dont care what time of the day it is. I mean I dont have to anymore. I am not working anymore. I have a sanctioned leave from college. And my workaholic lifestyle is just gone.
Today no one’s at home. Mom and dad have both gone to their respective offices and my little sister is in college. I wake up and find breakfast served by my bedside, a water bottle filled to the top, six packets of medicines neatly arranged in the order that I have to take them, remotes - TV, DVD player and music system, dad’s laptop hooked up and ready to use and check this out… the phone and Dominoes Pizza’s catalogue right next to it.
But I dont want any of it. I just want to look at my house. My home. The last four days, under the influence of the morphine and the nasty painkillers, I have just not been myself. I have not been able to see the house after its been redone. Of course I fell in love with the purple walls of my room but I have to see the other rooms too!
The only actual ‘work’ I have done all these days is stretching forward my arm so that the doc could give me a shot of morphine.
And of course, the food doesn’t taste good. It’s almost as if with every bite I take, I have to drink ‘Pudin Hara’ for my stomach ache.
I used to think that working in a hospital would make it easier for me to be an invalid, but it isn’t so. I am going to be able to walk again after my surgery, but somehow I’m thinking of those people who are terminally ill. For whom, there is just no hope. And I feel filled with a strange sadness.
My mom cried for full two days when she found out about my accident. I tried to cheer her up on the phone. Trying to tell her that I was ok. She didn’t stop crying until I was back home and she had taken a look at my injuries. She doesn’t even let me get a glass of water for myself.
Dad has actually had to lock me in my room so that I would not go wandering around in the house. It’s almost as if they have had to babyproof the house all over again. Just yesterday he was laughing about it. He has been mopping the floor of the bathroom every now and then so that I dont slip on the wet tiles. It’s the first time in his life that he has done something like that. And it looks so funny.
My Grandfather keeps showing up now and then with anecdotes from his college days and then I forget the constant pain in my knee. It’s good actually. Being an invalid. It’s given me a well deserved break from the crazily busy life I had been living. And of course I am home. Home after a long long time.
Accidents are not all that bad actually!
- Neha
madhavi says:
ne’er the less,get well soon….dear!
(hope ur still thr by the time i cm..!)
March 16th, 2006 at 12:09 pm
Neha Mujumdar says:
get well soon, Neha.
March 16th, 2006 at 03:00 pm
Avik says:
Get well soon….take rest…don’t move a muscle in your leg…Use a local anaestetic if needed…but get well soon!
March 16th, 2006 at 03:11 pm
D says:
“He has been mopping the floor of the bathroom every now and then so that I dont slip on the wet tiles. ”
I can relate to that. My dad still does it. I had an accident too. Slightly larger scale. Enjoy your little break. Painful, it might be, a bit. But you’ll be grateful for all the time on your hand. Get well soon.
March 16th, 2006 at 04:31 pm
anirudh says:
jus now i had a fight with parents n wished i leave home..but this reminds me dat after all they r the only ones for us…life drifts..:grin:
March 16th, 2006 at 11:16 pm
Neha says:
thanks everybody!
March 17th, 2006 at 12:12 am
Kunal Goel says:
D too had a bad accident. She is going throuigh therapy.
We accept everything that life gives us. even accidents. we get used to everything. life goes on.
March 17th, 2006 at 12:29 pm
shanth says:
nxt time we meet. lemme know if u c tht fat auntie anywhere….i’ll pay her a personl visit!:twisted:
April 10th, 2006 at 06:00 pm