Irk and irritation is running deep under my skin. When I shoot angry looks at friends and loved
ones for no reason and mumble swear words beneath my breath I suddenly wonder-
What the hell happened?
Well, I don’t know what started it all but it has been over
a month now since I have been unwell. I went on from vomiting everything I ate
or drank to being admitted in hospital for about five days getting discharged
only to come back to the hospital for a minor surgery to get rid of the abscess
formed due to negligence of the hospital. I don’t remember the day my bowel movements
were my own business, when my ass cheek (where the abscess was) wasn’t bared
every day to get traumatized with the pain of nursing a post surgery wound.
When I cried and cringed with pain someone informed me that
there were worse things. I don’t get that relativity. All I know is I haven’t
been able to sit, sleep or walk properly for a while, or even take a good
shower and got my body cut on an Operation Theater because a fucking
nurse didn’t poke the injection in the right manner. I felt like grabbing a
knife and digging it in their skin to leave an inch and half deep open wound
just to see if that person would stick to the theory even now. From my
experience I’ll tell you, it is not the best of the things to advice people
when they are on a hospital bed.
I don’t pick the calls. I want to be left alone because I
tired of telling everybody what happened and how I am doing now. Some would
click their tongues, “Can’t you be thankful, that there are people who love
you?” I am thankful and grateful in a very deep way but what I am NOT thankful
for is how I ruined the fun of everybody around, transforming all my loved ones
in little nannies and guardians running to look after me like I am
helpless little baby sitting in poop.
Enough said. Now I am officially/finally done with the
cribbing.
Wishing myself a happy speedy recovery!
P.S: Comments are off. And don’t you dare send me “Oh! Get
well soon” mails. Honestly, I know you people care. I am very blessed- just, not the right mood to
receive that love.
