Surgery ON A Doctor – Part 1 (The decision)

I beg your pardon for the fallacy in the title as I am not a doctor in practice but a doctor in the process. And it’s utmost happiness to call ourselves something we aspire to be in the near future. 😉

Coming back to the subject, I have a story. A real story indeed.

On an evening of June summer as the last of the sun dipped into the horizon, I was coming back to home on my scooty. Oh dear! My dear, dear scooty.

Just few steps away from my place I experienced a jolt. The very next moment I was lying on the road with my dear scooty resting peacefully on my body. Reiterating the words of the people surrounding me it came to my senses that it was a monkey who was behind all this, leaping just in front of my scooty and a difference of few seconds might have crushed my skull. Wait a minute, a monkey?! How strange is that! And that too on a Tuesday evening considered to be the day of Lord Hanuman, the monkey faced Hindu deity. My mother cursed my planetary positions and commanded me to ask for forgiveness for all my sins then and there.

Well, my X-rays were negative. So, I was sent home with a diagnosis of minor muscular damage. Little did I know that it had more to it.

After two months of that fateful day I was all set to play basketball. Oh dear! My dear, dear basketball.

By this time I was walking perfectly so it didn’t occur to me that running might be an issue. The moment I leaped to basket with my knees fully extended I heard a tearing voice and I felled upon the court. With excruciating pain running through my left injured leg I went back home. I thought my muscles need some more time to heal and I might be exaggerating the pain. Little did I know that it had more to it.

After two months of that second fateful day I was all set to play basketball, again. Oh dear! My dear, dear basketball. The history repeats itself. And so do the events in my life. I again felled in an unsuccessful attempt to run. But this time I knew it had more to it than just a sheer muscular damage.

My teacher and one of the best orthopaedic surgeons in the town diagnosed a knee ligament tear.

( The Ligament is like a spring, joining two bones, once torn cannot be sewn back. Not visible through an X Ray, the tear was diagnosed by the MRI report.)

How ironic it is that being a medical student it took me 5 months to reach the right conclusion.

As normal walking is not affected in an Anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) tear I had an option to postpone it till I complete my MBBS at the expense of my running spree. God was being merciless to me.

Furthermore, the duration of postponing my surgery was directly proportional to the number of other structures being damaged in the knee.
At the other end, a three hour surgery was waiting in line with many disastrous outcomes-
1. Bed rest for one month.
2. No Scooty for three months.
I was living a dreary dream and had a tough decision to make…..

(To know the rest of the story stay tuned.)


Spectacular Spec-tacKlers

While passing by a street or just peeping through the narrow openings of the windows, one can observe many like looking things, I mean humans, highly categorized. Amongst whom a new clan has arisen, lavishly making their way through the crowd, THE SPECTACULAR SPEC-TACKLERS, the specs bearing new organization.

These are ordinary people with extraordinary looks, gifted by our modern technology. No one is now afraid to be called as four-eyed creature. It has become a style statement. With varieties of frames and lenses available at every corner of the world, people have started enjoying their lives as CHASMISH. Everyone remembers that melodramatic moment of our childhood, we busy enjoying our vacations watching cartoons and our father’s saying us, “Beta stop T.V. now, you know too well it’s excess will end you up with a pair of glasses. No one wants to marry a half blind person.” These words might have caused a natural fear. After 15 minutes we were back to our original track. I can’t even remember when did that tradition stop. May be our fathers too got aware of this superclan.

Don’t you dare to be stuck in the limelight of the former word of the title. The latter manifests the real misery, pain and struggle of our SPEC-TACKLERS. That’s where the word has originated, tackling these gizmos their entire life. No matter how one looks, constant presence of a pair of glasses, steals your privacy. Many times, picture perfects are sacrificed in the hands of multiple reflections from multiple corners. Just an hour without specs can make the eyes look terrible [terrible as in, like that of tribal]. Dark circles and puffy eyes are the additional self-imposed curses. Watching those dark marks at the sides of the nose can be seriously traumatic. That moment, “Oh, oh no, a picture, let me whip off my glasses” can be extremely awkward. Roller coaster rides are ruined. In rainy days eye wipers seems to be the only gospel solution. Didn’t forget to mention those, ‘sunglasses over real glasses’ move. Finding a perfect frame feels like a magical Cinderella moment, until you see the prize.

May be our fathers were right. Seriously? Nah!!!!!! We all are kinda fond of them. All the SPECTACULAR SPEC-TACKLERS you really are spectacular not only cause you look fab, because You never let us feel that clumsiness, still making your way through the crowd.
NOTE: Though I am not a spec-tackler, all thanks to my friend’s experiences and some good sites that I did it.

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