Life is a full circle.......

As I can't think of anything, here's my life history of diseases. For those who wanna comment, plzzzzzzzzzz don't pity and give advice.This is purely for my own sadistic / weird satisfaction that I'm posting for.

During my childhood days, I recollect going to a Mr.Benakappa who was a child specialist. I was adviced to take a tablet at a particular time everyday for five years. Remotely remember taking it at six in the evening. Reason : Convulsion. Convulsion is the infancy of 'fits' so it's referred to as convulsion for kids(as far as my logic goes obv :D).

High school time. Jaundice. Pretty chilled out disease actually. Drink loadsa sugarcane juice n chill out at home. hehe. One more in high school. Apendictis time. This was really insulting to say the least. Why? Read on.....

Me on one of the beds in the hospital. A team of students just finishing their medical came to check the records of all patients. A few real pretty chicks in the gang of a dozen. Then the head of the gang comes to my bed, reads my history...explains to the team. Takes out a reynolds 045, pulls down my underwear (NOT fully, just a wee bit mind you!) and then actually draws a circle where the apendictis is supposed to have overgrown ( so it pains like hell if u just use ur finger to touch it!) and to top it all off, puts a X in the circle! D-UH! That was really embarassing. The pain of the pain, the pain of the pretty chicks lookin at the circle.......:(( bastards!

The year 2003. Sunday , Jan 3rd. Morning 7 am. Cricket time. Opened the batting for our local team. As I used to smoke easily a pack and a half per day in those days, wasn't the best runner in the team, but not a bad runner too. First six balls, all faced by me, all two runs. Panting for breath. End of over. Second over starts. The other guy on strike now. We take a single. Me badly tryin to breathe. Squat and tryin to breathe in. Finding it difficult......need a runner for sure. My best friend and one more friend at the leg umpire's position. Me gesturing towards them.......asking for a runner. BAM! Everything is fuzzy. The whole friggin ground starts spinning right in front of me. I feel weak in my legs.....can't stand............need to rest.........can't hold the bat any longer.......thwump!face first into the ground, bat still in hand. Lights out! After a few mins, can't open my eyes, but can hear loads of ppl talking around me.One is saying 'open your eyes', one 'take some water n drink it', one 'have tender coconut' etc...Then slowly regained consciousness. All guys around me shit scared. No idea what happened. Least of all I had no idea what had happened! Literally struggle to carry me to the auto. Nearest nursing home. Sister pokes an injection into the bone of my right hand. My wrist isn't exactly 'big' ya see. I scream. "OWW! Sister, please be careful with that! You are hurting my bone!". Sister "Please sir, just keep quiet will you? I know what I'm doing". Me thinkin, "bi***!". Next to mallya hospital.After the initial xrays, scans...the head surgeon comes in .....has a look. First words to me 'Do you smoke?' . I have no idea how I answered this till date. My exact words were 'I love to smoke'. Doc jokingly slaps me n tells ppl around me 'Kids of today. Look at his audacity. He is telling me that he loves to smoke in the ICU!'. Then the regular stuff happened. Not too keen to type all of it. Something about a filter inserted into the chest.

Now for the better part of this sad friggin post.................hehehe...hilarious!

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