“May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.”
Chicken Pox…..my my my, this disease. What a bugger(and bummer?). I spent the last 8 days in a hospital room(confinement in any form = jail, confirmed by me). I’ll try to write down my experience(sigh again!) here in the form of a blog entry as best as I can (forgive the amateur-ness :P).
A few months ago(December 2011):
I was at home for winter vacations. As my family had shifted to a new city(from the capital of India, New Delhi, to a southern IT hub, Hyderabad, the shift was kind-of a downgrade for me in terms of lifestyle and things to do(it’s a dull city in comparision, HONEST!).
So my mom said, get Vaccinated as you live in a hostel with hundreds(thousands actually) of other students. The possibility of getting a disease, VERY HIGH!
And so I told my mom (because I’m a DUMB JACK-ASS), “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna get anything. Chicken Pox? HA! That thing ain’t gonna get me.”
You see, I grew up seeing all my friends getting chicken-pox in my childhood, and never once got it, so I thought I was you know..anti-chicken pox guy, invincible or something, well LOL to that!
Few days before March 31st:
I realized one morning that my tongue felt wired. I ignored, thinking my mouthwash has something to do with it. Big mistake. I got high fever and body ache, but popped a crocin and danced around, went to a concert(Kailash Kher! It was worth it!!), jumped on the streets, jumped pointlessly in a group with my friends, all to get silly pictures with my friends(got a TON! of them). Fever and body ache kept trying to bring me down, but adamant me, resilient me, won’t listen, won’t care, popped another crocin and kept going on…
I notice TWO pimples (that’s what I thought back then!) on my face, and decide to do the non-girly reaction, which is, ignore it. Yeah, another mistake on my part, cuz when they popped later that day(after my bath), boy they turned red and hurt(those two are probably gonna scar on my face as I scratched them!). But, since I’m an adamant bastard, I don’t give a damn, living in my delusion that I’ll never get Chicken Pox(oh about that, if you’re amongst those who also think like me… well THINK AGAIN!).
I spent the night playing with water(SOAP WATER, with coffee powder, tooth paste and the works) as it was my friend’s birthday, and we were to wash and beat the hell out of him, because we wanted to smear CAKE on his clean face and body of course(of which I swung my hand and grabbed a HUGE piece for myself, YAY!).
Woke up quite late. Felt hot, itchy…. Saw a blister on my stomach. Touched it, and POP. The same red result as on my head…. That’s when I got suspicious…
Went to the hospital with a friend and waited for an hour to get a doctor to look at me. And boy when he did, he almost jumped his seat, exclaiming, “Over 80 cases now”.
The next 2 hours, my friend spent running around getting all formalities done, paying the advance, as I was to be admitted for a minimum of 5 days, in ISOLATION(I know, sounds really bad, but my friends kept visiting!).
Infact, the entire day, I got soooo many visitors, at night I begged them to Leave saying “This is an ISOLATION ward, let me be friggin’ ISOLATED for a while”.
Oh yeah, and the first text message from my friend, “You want me to bring some chicken for you :P”. Yeah you ass!
April 1st till 4th:
That’s when the disease struck, and those bubbles(as I liked to call all the liaisons, sic) popped all over my body, back and FACE(nooooo not the face!). The rest of the day was painful, really. First due to all those “bubbles”, then due to the tonsils(seriously god, these aren’t necessary!) and then the blisters in my mouth together wouldn’t let me eat food. And to top it off, I had a friggin fungal infection at a place where scratching would lead to more scratching and HURT, BURN. Whole day was soo painful!!! Soo, I got shifted to an AC room(yippie). TV was my best friend for the next few days.
Oh, there was a time when me and my friends were actually discussing how pointless the disease really is, as it is a complete failure in it’s motive, and it just dies out in a few days(we were trying to make the bloody disease feel ashamed of itself lOl). This is what boredom drives you to I guess.
Oh and did I mention just HOW many chocolates I had once the blisters in my mouth got less painful?(I didn’t have a friggin’ BELLY before I got admitted to the hospital!!! AArrrGHH!!)
So, after 8 days, the doctors decided to deem me fit for the world again, and the only reason I shouldn’t freely hang about are the social causes(namely, people’s reaction when they see spots on my LOVELY face). So I still have to live separately for a few more days, and as I sit in this new hostel room allocated to me exclusively for the next few days(3-4, I can’t WAIT to get out), I write all this, hoping I amused many, but more importantly, got my message through.
“Don’t think you’re bloody invincible and won’t get a disease, cuz when you do, in the words of the great RUSSEL PETER’s DAD, Somebody gonna get a hurt real bad!”
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