When shook hands with the devil
My nose had been bleeding for a reason still not known. Last sunday, on October 8th 2006, I had gotten ready to go out with a friend, and I was about to leave the house when the nose started leaking red. Only a few drops came out and it stopped by itself. I assumed it must be those "garmi chad gayi hai" reasons and thats why it stopped by itself. The bleeding was ignored and I had a merry making the entire day.
The next day in morning, I was doing what I do best. I was admiring my hardwork in the toilet looking at the small yellow pieces and dreaming about the previous days delicacy. I was wondering what portion of food would have gotten tranformed into the largest of those bodies. Anyways I am a PhD holder at this topic and can write millions of Blogs on this. The nose started dripping red wine again. I might have lost about 10 tea spoons of blood but then again it stopped by itself. I wondered if it could be serious, but again ignored as I had an important meeting at the office.
The next day worse happened. I was deep in my slumber when I realized that my nose was wet and my mouth was soacked in smoething. I woke up to realize that my nose was badly bleeding and I might have already lost double the amount of blood that came out yesterday. I shouted alound for my mom. She brought me two new bundles of cottons, which I managed to soak with blood before I could leave to a doctors place. Mean while my parents were rushing around the colony trying to wake up some doctors around. One doctor suggested to my mom to take me to a big hospital and show me to an ENT specialist.
We immediately rushed to Manipal hospital where I was given the first aid. By the time the blood stopped oozing out I might have lost about 2-3 bowls of blood. I was feeling tired , dizzy and weak. I was kept under observation for about 2 hours and sent home. I took rest until evening when I decided to go out for a movie. I hadnt taken bath as yet and before I could pour even a mug of water on myself, the floor was red with my blood. The blood had started oozing out with double the speed and I was really scared. I quickly put on a few clothes and rushed back to habba.
They tried putting some clottants in my nose but the bleeding just wouldnt stop. After about two hours of blood flow, when my BP had substanitally fallen down due to losing over a bottle of blood, the blood flow reduced and they put a 4 inch long rod in my nose. It was highly painful when they put in the rod. The rod would swell up on soaking blood and tightly push against my nose walls to prevent any further bleeding. With in a matter of seconds, the rod had acquired a width comparable to a 40 year old fat man. My head was paining terribly and I was wondering what would I scumb to ...the blood loss or the terrible pain. After keeping me there for another hour, I was asked to be hospitalised.
I had not started writing any essays for my application to Harvard and the deadline was in next 5 hours. But I had no other option but to follow the doctors advice. The doctor was some big shot ENT surgeon and following him was noding to the gods will. I had recently brought a laptop. I was thinking to myself that if I could arrange the laptop and finish the essays in another 5 hours, I should be in a position to post my application. But post the application ,...online.. how:? I then thought of calling up my dad and guiding him on how to upload the essays and submit the application.
The stage was set and I was ready to fight it out in the hospital. I was informed that there are no beds available in the entire 1000 bed vast Manipal Hospital. If I waited for another 3 hours, I might be arranged a bed in the general ward. We started ringing my doctor asking him to kindly let us go home. Doctor adamantly denied and suggested to us that if we really wanted we could go on our own risk. Mean while the nurses around had take a kilo of my blood for some unknown and secret tests. I was also asked to contact the blood bank for a COUPLE of bottles of my blood type.
I had started wondering about the money I have taken from others, my liabilities and the money that people owe me. I had asked of calling a friend from raipur and I could slowly tell me all the details in private. I was wondering it I was missing out anything. My mom was all in tears as I spoke to myself.."Mom store a few of them for tomorrow or day after when I will not be here" I know it sounds funny now but that was one scary thought.
However, I was genuinely interested in applying to Harvard. I knew I didnt stand a chance of getting any call with the substandard essays I might come up with given the very short time I have. But no, I had to try once before I said good bye to myself. A phone call for interview from Harvard would have made my ignorant parents happy when I wouldnt have been around.
I had decided to go to my house since there was no semi rpivate room available here, do my application and come back tomorrow morning for what ever they wanted me here. Because of that f#$ing rod in my nose, my head was aching even more now and my left eye wasnt opening. The left portion of my face was badly inflammated due to a 4 x 1 Inch rod. Just pick up a scale and see how big is 4 inch. I am not exagerrating....it was indeed as huge.
I survived the night, wrote really substandard essays and clicked on the submit button on the harvard link. Wasted a couple of hundred dollars and a little more. Nevertheless felt happy of the submission I sank into a slumber. A slumber I wasnt certain was my last one.
The swolen eyes were watering and preventing me from fainting. I couldnt sleep the entire night because of the pain. The next morning, which came after a year long wait, I was back to the hospital. The doctor was really upset that I didnt listen to him and chose to go back home. I complained of pain and was given a pain killer. Before I knew I was asleep. When I woke up after a long 5 hour sound sleep, I was asked to go home take rest and come back day after for the removal of the rod.
The rod was a pain...not only in my nose and head but in my head now. As the pain subsided with that pain killer and the blood plessure back to normal, I was convinced that the devil is not taking me home any sooner. I dropped plans of calling my friend to write discuss my billion dollar worth writ.
I went home but the eyes kept swelling up with every passing minute. I rang up the angry doctor to inform that my balls, I mean eye balls were paining and also that the rod is poking my inner bones of the skull. Doctor asked me to see him the next day. I slept eating khichdi for the fourth time. I couldnt chew anything and was forced on this diet :((
The worst part...two more deadlines passed by. Tuck and Wharton....I missed both of them due to the MF pain. I tried getting up to start writing the essays...but I couldnt muster enough of self confidence. I slowly went to sleep cursing god for what he did to me.
The next day I was back to Manipal, now some people might call it might second home. I told them that the pain wasnt as much but the rod might have loosened up a bit. So if they wanted to go ahead and nail it, they were free to do so. They rang up the doctor. Doctor was in the OT and I am sure must have been doing worse to some innocent chap. Nonetheless he asked to remove the rod, monitor me for two hours and if the bleeding persisted put another rod!! I begged them to not remove this one as I didnt wasnt to endure the pain of having another rod being inserted.
The rod was removed with equal pain. The bleeding didnt recur and I was let off. It hasnt bled in last 24 hours and I am adviced bedrest for 4 days. After my rest, doctor is planning to put a camera in my nose to inspect the wound. I will wait till the tuesday.
The would it seems is still raw the reason unknown. I am supposed to laugh, or exert (yes i cannt feel myself) or sneeze or fart or apply pressure while passing out in the mornings as it might increase the pressure and the bleeding can occur again.
Moral of the story...Even if I were to die on the first day...I was already screwed and couldnt have complained god of the early time out :) On a serious note, I couldnt do two of my applications for absolutely no fault of mine...what a sham!
The next day in morning, I was doing what I do best. I was admiring my hardwork in the toilet looking at the small yellow pieces and dreaming about the previous days delicacy. I was wondering what portion of food would have gotten tranformed into the largest of those bodies. Anyways I am a PhD holder at this topic and can write millions of Blogs on this. The nose started dripping red wine again. I might have lost about 10 tea spoons of blood but then again it stopped by itself. I wondered if it could be serious, but again ignored as I had an important meeting at the office.
The next day worse happened. I was deep in my slumber when I realized that my nose was wet and my mouth was soacked in smoething. I woke up to realize that my nose was badly bleeding and I might have already lost double the amount of blood that came out yesterday. I shouted alound for my mom. She brought me two new bundles of cottons, which I managed to soak with blood before I could leave to a doctors place. Mean while my parents were rushing around the colony trying to wake up some doctors around. One doctor suggested to my mom to take me to a big hospital and show me to an ENT specialist.
We immediately rushed to Manipal hospital where I was given the first aid. By the time the blood stopped oozing out I might have lost about 2-3 bowls of blood. I was feeling tired , dizzy and weak. I was kept under observation for about 2 hours and sent home. I took rest until evening when I decided to go out for a movie. I hadnt taken bath as yet and before I could pour even a mug of water on myself, the floor was red with my blood. The blood had started oozing out with double the speed and I was really scared. I quickly put on a few clothes and rushed back to habba.
They tried putting some clottants in my nose but the bleeding just wouldnt stop. After about two hours of blood flow, when my BP had substanitally fallen down due to losing over a bottle of blood, the blood flow reduced and they put a 4 inch long rod in my nose. It was highly painful when they put in the rod. The rod would swell up on soaking blood and tightly push against my nose walls to prevent any further bleeding. With in a matter of seconds, the rod had acquired a width comparable to a 40 year old fat man. My head was paining terribly and I was wondering what would I scumb to ...the blood loss or the terrible pain. After keeping me there for another hour, I was asked to be hospitalised.
I had not started writing any essays for my application to Harvard and the deadline was in next 5 hours. But I had no other option but to follow the doctors advice. The doctor was some big shot ENT surgeon and following him was noding to the gods will. I had recently brought a laptop. I was thinking to myself that if I could arrange the laptop and finish the essays in another 5 hours, I should be in a position to post my application. But post the application ,...online.. how:? I then thought of calling up my dad and guiding him on how to upload the essays and submit the application.
The stage was set and I was ready to fight it out in the hospital. I was informed that there are no beds available in the entire 1000 bed vast Manipal Hospital. If I waited for another 3 hours, I might be arranged a bed in the general ward. We started ringing my doctor asking him to kindly let us go home. Doctor adamantly denied and suggested to us that if we really wanted we could go on our own risk. Mean while the nurses around had take a kilo of my blood for some unknown and secret tests. I was also asked to contact the blood bank for a COUPLE of bottles of my blood type.
I had started wondering about the money I have taken from others, my liabilities and the money that people owe me. I had asked of calling a friend from raipur and I could slowly tell me all the details in private. I was wondering it I was missing out anything. My mom was all in tears as I spoke to myself.."Mom store a few of them for tomorrow or day after when I will not be here" I know it sounds funny now but that was one scary thought.
However, I was genuinely interested in applying to Harvard. I knew I didnt stand a chance of getting any call with the substandard essays I might come up with given the very short time I have. But no, I had to try once before I said good bye to myself. A phone call for interview from Harvard would have made my ignorant parents happy when I wouldnt have been around.
I had decided to go to my house since there was no semi rpivate room available here, do my application and come back tomorrow morning for what ever they wanted me here. Because of that f#$ing rod in my nose, my head was aching even more now and my left eye wasnt opening. The left portion of my face was badly inflammated due to a 4 x 1 Inch rod. Just pick up a scale and see how big is 4 inch. I am not exagerrating....it was indeed as huge.
I survived the night, wrote really substandard essays and clicked on the submit button on the harvard link. Wasted a couple of hundred dollars and a little more. Nevertheless felt happy of the submission I sank into a slumber. A slumber I wasnt certain was my last one.
The swolen eyes were watering and preventing me from fainting. I couldnt sleep the entire night because of the pain. The next morning, which came after a year long wait, I was back to the hospital. The doctor was really upset that I didnt listen to him and chose to go back home. I complained of pain and was given a pain killer. Before I knew I was asleep. When I woke up after a long 5 hour sound sleep, I was asked to go home take rest and come back day after for the removal of the rod.
The rod was a pain...not only in my nose and head but in my head now. As the pain subsided with that pain killer and the blood plessure back to normal, I was convinced that the devil is not taking me home any sooner. I dropped plans of calling my friend to write discuss my billion dollar worth writ.
I went home but the eyes kept swelling up with every passing minute. I rang up the angry doctor to inform that my balls, I mean eye balls were paining and also that the rod is poking my inner bones of the skull. Doctor asked me to see him the next day. I slept eating khichdi for the fourth time. I couldnt chew anything and was forced on this diet :((
The worst part...two more deadlines passed by. Tuck and Wharton....I missed both of them due to the MF pain. I tried getting up to start writing the essays...but I couldnt muster enough of self confidence. I slowly went to sleep cursing god for what he did to me.
The next day I was back to Manipal, now some people might call it might second home. I told them that the pain wasnt as much but the rod might have loosened up a bit. So if they wanted to go ahead and nail it, they were free to do so. They rang up the doctor. Doctor was in the OT and I am sure must have been doing worse to some innocent chap. Nonetheless he asked to remove the rod, monitor me for two hours and if the bleeding persisted put another rod!! I begged them to not remove this one as I didnt wasnt to endure the pain of having another rod being inserted.
The rod was removed with equal pain. The bleeding didnt recur and I was let off. It hasnt bled in last 24 hours and I am adviced bedrest for 4 days. After my rest, doctor is planning to put a camera in my nose to inspect the wound. I will wait till the tuesday.
The would it seems is still raw the reason unknown. I am supposed to laugh, or exert (yes i cannt feel myself) or sneeze or fart or apply pressure while passing out in the mornings as it might increase the pressure and the bleeding can occur again.
Moral of the story...Even if I were to die on the first day...I was already screwed and couldnt have complained god of the early time out :) On a serious note, I couldnt do two of my applications for absolutely no fault of mine...what a sham!
posted by Jitesh Shah at 1:03 PM
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