Birthday In A Hospital

Hola Fella!!

So this awesome person who blogs about the randomness in her life and tries to act all cheery by placing one cool word after another to form some meaningful sentence, had her birthday recently. Now that was too long a sentence for self-introduction, I admit. But ya I have so much to talk. So I was expecting a kickass celebration, with a happening life I seem to have once in a while. A birthday on a Friday is like a cherry on the cake. Except, that I didn’t eat any cake. L

I have different group of friends, all funked up in their own way so I also planned elaborate celebrations. One night-out, followed by an outing the next day, followed by a scenic end to the weekend loving. But have you known of this word ‘destiny’? It messes up things in ways you wouldn’t even imagine. It is like the cloud filled with maximum water ready to burst on your dry, neatly sorted yet decorative pages. So getting to the point, I forgot my birthday! Seriously! Not kidding. And NO, I Wasn’t That Drunk!

I am blessed to have parents who are so co-operative. I almost had an empty house on an approaching birthday weekend. *woooottt* So there I could see my house turned into a pub overnight. House did end up totally empty on my birthday! So much so that even I was out of it. I was in a hospital and my parents were there to meet me and console my poor health.
So here’s what actually happened. A tini tiny mosquito had his nose poked in my life, spilling water on my chocolate cake that was supposed to have ounce of rum in each bite! Dayummm! So this tini tiny creature stung me at a time releasing the epidemic ‘dengue’ in my system. Plus also I'd Typhoid fever accompanying like it was a great combination. And there I laid straight, rather hunched up on a bed covered in a white sheet in a corner of a hospital room.

So in short I was sick, but it is fun to elaborate this much.

As I prayed desperately yet silently to get well, hoping to get shifted out of the serious case room (read ICU) on my birthday. I got admitted 2 days prior and tried my best to feel good to myself so that I could least be prevented from seeing saddening faces around me. It didn’t work, I felt sicker and the day just went by.

But then there were some who tried to make it a bit memorable. As I cursed my faith and curled harder in that mattress on the birthday night, I saw my best friends walk in! It felt unreal. It was midnight, I was hoping for the day to just end, when I saw group of friends walk in with a cake. As other patients slept, I cut the slices and they hogged on. I had a friend to hug and cry it all out to. I hadn’t met anyone in the misery and at that moment, it felt good to have them. I cried out and I hugged tight and I am so thankful for being there. It wasn’t how I expected to cut the cake with tears in my eyes, sadness on my face, hopelessness on my mind and curse for my faith! But they made me smile cracking the worst jokes but it seemed that my birthday was getting in. I am thankful to them.

                                   

Thank you! 

                                          

Sick but special

I can't eat, you'll can.

Next day I missed 30 calls because I couldn’t talk a ‘Happy’ Birthday wish. There was nothing happy about it. I was to be in someplace else with someone else doing something else. I totally forgot my birthday, when doctors shooed away the people coming to meet me. Apparently my infection was severe and it wasn’t safe for people to be around. It sucked, downright.

But this day would have been so incomplete had it not been for my parents (dad to be specific) to make it count as a birthday. I got what I could call the best gift. I got bejeweled with love. The gift he gave me is something that made that day into a birthday. Only in these 2 instances it was a birthday!

I am really thankful for some who made it a good one. I experienced something ‘celebrating birthday’ *check-in* at Sunjeevan Hospital. I cried to myself when no one saw, but it was an experience. not cherish-worthy but then an experience. So now that I’m recovering, I’ve decided to celebrate the day soon again. All over again. Wish me all over. I’ll be happy. Mera birthday aa raha haiiiii!!  

Lastly, this has been a long post and if you’ve read till here, I’ve been succesful. So a last joke- Those who pitying that mosquito over my plight, Don’t Worry, he would’ve been dead because of alcohol intoxication from my blood. Haha. Bye peeps. I’ve more experiences to share but that is my next post. Stay tuned!