Part 2
Now my surgery had been scheduled for 9 at the night. But there was a question of the money that would be involved. I had talked to my mom sometime back and she said not to worry about that part. She told me to flap around the small pieces of plastic I always carried around, and everything would be covered with a single swipe-n-sign action. But I didn't know whether I had a medical insurance, at least I didn't remember signing on anything that said "Medical Insurance" on top. But actually the financing part was totally taken care off, courtesy my friends. All ready and willing to help.
By this time quite a few people had gathered. Even my landlord had come. Priyam was already there, then Rohit (my other roommate) and Siddharth (Dabba) came. Anish also came there soon after. So now they were doing the running around and I was happily watching them.
I had been taken to the General Ward in the basement where I was admitted along side another dude, whom I came to know had more or less a similar mishap like me. Now everyone was there only and we were waiting for the surgery. In that time Swapna (Amruta's roommate) called up and Bong (Priyam) told her about my accident. She rushed to the hospital to see me. I had told everyone not to tell her about my knee, and just tell her that the eyebrow is all that's there. Now this was for reason. She would know the truth sometime or the other, but at least not now. I knew that if she came to know about how serious the knee injury was, she would tell Amruta (who at that time was at her house in Thane), coz obviously, females
cannot digest anything without vomiting it out here and there. And at that time I really didn't want Amruta to be tense about me.
So when Swapna came, everyone was hush-hush, and I covered my legs with the blanket. She was happily hitting my leg, luckily the other one. And we all were joking and goofing around. That's one big advantage of having friends like these. Always cheerful and jolly, cuts away all the tension. Just freaking around in the hospital like nothing had happend, as if we came there to party. That was nice fun.
Then it was time for me to be taken to the OT. The wheel chair came and I sent Swapna out so that she couldn't see my knee. I remember being taken those 20-25 meters in perfect stealth, again courtesy moi friends. We reached the third floor and there was the OT.
I got in and changed into their skirt that they have. Dabba was helping me out with it. Now imagine a completely serious situation in a sterilised OT, we bunch of 5 guys yapping away merrily. The nurse came and shooed everyone out. I was happy to go out myself. I WISH. The nurse went in, and I see the door opening slightly and Dabba's head peeking in. Then again, enter the force. Laughing away. Again the nurse got rid of everyone. Dabba was now referring to her as the "buffalo". She actually looked like one. He wished me luck for the buffalo sex that would follow in the OT. Then again the same thing happend. The door swung slightly, a slight glimpse of Dabba, and everyone is there again. This time the buffalo got mad and charged everyone with a huge pair of scissors. Now everyone had to run out, otherwise we would all be there together.
Damn that was fun. Here's a pic of me giving an upskirt in the OT.

I then lied down and everything was prepared for the surgery. I was poked with a god damn huge needle right in the middle of my spine with anesthesia, for it to be effective under the waist. The doctor asked me whether I wanted to doze off for the procedure. I asked him how much time it would take. He told me 45-60 minutes. Ahhh what the heck, knock me off to sleep. Then it was a nice slumber party. I remember the doctor asking me whether they had stitched up my eyebrow or not. I replied no, in a half doped manner, literally. He removed the dressing and cleaned the wound, gave me an anesthesia on the eyebrow, just like botox, and got ready for the stitches. Then suddenly I hear a stapler being operated. I thought he must be attaching some papers behind me. GOD DAMN NO. He just stapled MY eyebrow cut!!!!! Can you imagine, normal paper staples, sterilised ones, on your eyebrow. After a while, I thought of it as an eyebrow piercing, which made me feel better.
The surgery was over. I was taken to my bed. I was really uncomfortable. Then I realised that I had a plaster on my leg. So I couldn't move my leg. As if this wasn't bad enough, there was more to follow. I was still under anesthesia and couldn't feel my feet. If I took a turn, I would've fallen off. And the freaking bed was SMALL. I had to sleep diagonally the whole night, otherwise I just won't fit.
Next day in the afternoon, my parents were supposed to come. Before that in the morning, my whole class (except a few) came to visit. Damn I had more visitors in 15 minutes than the whole population on that floor. We were around 30 people crammed in a pigeon-hole. That was real cool!!!!!!


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