With wondrous amazement I looked at him
As he bent down to remove the pendrive
The skills that had always been mine
Evaded me at a crucial time
Don't even touch it I said
When they dared lift the bag
Now they guide me with the steps I take
With just a word I am ready to climb for them
Now I have no choice but to ask them
I realized what I had taken for granted
And thank thy for all thy has given
You don't realize how essential this simple act is
Until you lose the ability to do it.
And yet despite all this I have a few very awesome memories of this period.
Having the MRI done was itself an interesting experience.First remove all the magnetic stuff.Then go inside and sleep in the bed that goes into this huge circular thing.Then they put stuff over your ears.I realized their extreme need few seconds later. There is just so much noise.At first I was surprised and called in the person alarmed.I then slowly convinced myself to dumb down the noise.Till it just became a distant whirring.In the process I imagined the ipad slipping out of my hand as I played word-wrap.Sometimes life without ipad at that time seems unimaginable.
All this time my parents and sister were just so awesome and helpful.Despite the fact that my sister had now became my official charger.I would ask her to charge my laptop,ipad and cell. She used to get so annoyed but she still did it. They would all come sit in my room, entertain me.
I also had few very awesome friends who came and visited me when I was still on bed.Some friends who I hadn't met for over a year also came and surprised me.I then slowly started getting better. I remember the first time I sat for almost 3-4 hours and it felt like a great achievement.
I was on bedrest for two months.I tried to go to college thrice in that period and thrice I returned with extreme pain.The third time I had tried to write my final exam and wrote it painfully in pencil while lying down on the floor.Initial few days I needed help for everything charging devices,spreading bedsheet,...
Initially I was in so much pain I could not spread the blanket till my toes and they always felt cold.I used to keep calling my sister,parents(mainly sister),and point to my toes and say cover it please.By the time I could do that by myself they new what pointing at my toes meant.Even during the MRI the technician din't cover my toes.I looked at my father and he understood immediately.
Everyday after coming back to college my sister would slip into bed with me.We would fight over the blanket but she was obliged to concede.She would then play temple run on the ipad and I would just enjoy watching her play.I was in no way as good as her and had never managed to reach the blue coins. I also realized a surprising thing when your back is delicate even playing temple run strains your back.(the sounds make it more difficult). Every time my mom put a cold-water bag I would ask my sister to play temple-run in front of me. :-)
When my mom would came home I would get the days updates from her and my sister.(which include awesome friends,annoying teachers and irritating/brain-frying government officials)
Once I came back to college, our end-sem marks, grades started coming in.
Friends kept asking and I had to reply everytime.I haven't written
anything.They were all very supportive.Stop , don't lift the pen, sit on the
chair , are you sitting properly. Sit.I will carry your laptop.Once in EW lab
after practically a whole day in the lab I barely had the strenth to move.I
struggled even to lift my laptop.Then without a word just looking at my state
my friend just put everything back in my bag and took it back to GH. After that
when my teahcer asked me to drop EW I
din't argue much. Under the constant caretaking of my friends and family I was
finally starting to get better. I remeber the day I ran from Vindhya to GH. The exhilirating feeling of joy was
amazing.I was jogging after almost four
months. The problem with me is the moment I get a little better I come back to
my normal running,jumping mode(I have extra attendance in pt :) ) which is
obvioulsly the worst thing for me to do. For me not being able to jump is like
removing a part of my identity.
Finally the time came for me to write all my exams again.It was
unfortunately during the week before Felicity. I am lucky I got to write most
of them again.I have to thank my teacher for that. Though the sad part is the
one subject in which I feel confident that I know it and that I am better than
my friends I have to repeat. I clear my friends doubts in a related course this
sem.I just wish I had an opportunity to atleast write the paper.Oh well I have
to be thankful for the others.
There are times where I have received unexpected help. Friends who I barely
talk to have carried my laptop for me to the front gate on a sunday morning.
The kind hostel security guard always enquries about my health and one of them
has become a great friend. Always offering to help me. Whenever I study
whichever subect I study the friends around me do all sorts of things to ensure
I am in the right position. Get a laptop stand, put a carpet on the floor and
sit less comfortably themselves sometimes.
This whole experience has taught me to respect my body and handle it with
care. There have been a billion times in the past when I was running or jumping and I have just missed from slipping or
falling and hurting myself. All those times I always thought saved. And had a
false sense of security that I will always balance myself. Now I can't take
that risk.It will be a long time before I can go on my next adventure trek.
(also sent to my college magazine)
(also sent to my college magazine)
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