I always hate medicines and going to clinic for any consultation. I am good enough to keep myself fit, hale and healthy. And I was too fast in my life (that’s what my friends say about me) – my brain didn’t accept that – it instead speeded up. Yes, my life was going at a pace it is supposed to go. And here it is: there was a speed breaker in my life (will it come again?) and that was my accident. This happened during the second year of my career. I usually commute to office by bike.
One fine day, after I reached office, I gave my bike to my brother for his use that day. So, after my work, one of my friend gave a lift till the nearest bus terminus, where I got a bus to a common place. That’s where I will get a direct bus to my place. I got down and started walking towards the bus stop. To describe about the place, it’s always crowded by vehicles and people. It’s a row of shopping streets – a main area in the city (T.Nagar in Chennai). And I saw my bus and started walking towards it. Some more buses were standing with engines on. There were seats available in my bus, I could see it. Feeling happy, I just walked little faster (but didn’t run – I do know running in a dense area would not be advisable.) thinking not to waste time waiting for the next bus. Now I am near my bus. There was another one standing perpendicular to my bus, but it was not close, they both had a gap of 10ft. I am near the door of my bus. One elderly person was struggling to get in. I helped him and I got the grip of the handle and took my first step to get into the bus. The bus that was perpendicular started coming reverse – I didn’t notice this and all of a sudden – it happened. I am falling down. My mobile, shoes were flying off from me. Now, I am under my bus. My bus started moving. People started shouting and luckily the driver could hear it, he immediately stopped (Thank God). With my left arm broken, I can feel it like a cloth, I can’t lift it. It’s paining. I know there was an accident. Luckily I was conscious, I could shout for help. People started getting into a circle around me eager to know what had happened.
There came a great human of my age, who had the guts to pull me out from the place where I was and he called a vehicle (an auto) – he lifted me along with another small guy (he must be some 10 years old) and they took me to a nearby clinic (I am going to a clinic after a long time, should be after 3/4 years) I was given a wheel chair, I was holding my left arm with my right hand. The person who took me to the hospital was beside me, he is talking to me, I could sense that. I told him to call my friend (the same who dropped me a short while ago) I spoke to him, couldn’t speak much, that guy took over the phone and explained the situation. My friend arrived and he was trying to get in touch with my other friends. He called everyone and all of them came immediately.
I could see doctor telling that I need a POP around my hand. I don’t want to put that in my left arm (with which I write)… no other choice I was treated with that. I was feeling hungry, had a juice. Suddenly I realized that there is something wrong with my stomach – an immense pain which I couldn’t manage. Tears started flowing down my eyes. I told my friends, there is something wrong in the abdomen part. My x-rays came by that time and it was both bone fracture at my left arm and a minor fracture at pelvis bone. There was some wound in my left knee (it was carved kind) – I am wondering how it could’ve happened (my pant was without any damage). Some doctor came to investigate on my stomach pain. It’s really paining. I can feel my death. Doctors told that there could be blood leakage in the abdomen part and I am dying. Friends have been told by the doctors to take me to a big hospital – I suggested a name to them. I was in the ambulance with drips. Rushed to the other hospital…
When the ambulance reached the other hospital, the hospital authorities didn’t allow us inside the hospital thinking the injury might be because of a political clash/drunk drive. Or they could have thought about the financial potential. My brother was there and he said the hospital people that I have a mediclaim insurance card with which we can reimburse the expenses; they admitted me, rushed to the operation theatre for my fatal operation. I can remember exactly what the surgeon (he knew the urgency of operation) to my brother, “the condition is very worse, he needs to be operated for his abdomen first as QUICK as possible, it can't be operated with endoscopy, but only with cleavage since we are not sure how big the wound inside is” My brother understood the situation and got it moved to the other level. Some hospital guys were around me and they were removing my dresses and making me ready for the operation. I was in slight unconsciousness because of some injection that I had been given. Then they took me to the operation theatre, on the way, I could see my friends standing with tears in their eyes and an unsaid worry in their heart; this is what I would like to talk about. You feel special when you are blessed with so many friends and you will feel all the more special when you feel all of them in you. That’s how I felt when I was on the way to operation theatre. Finally I reached the operation theatre, I was given global anesthesia. And it was not working. They increased the anesthesia level. I could speak some words with the doctor explaining him the accident. He kept talking to me, I stopped talking. I was asleep because of the GA. I woke up after 17 hours and I was in cold ICU. It was really cold. I felt my whole body as a cloth. Cutting the whole story short, I would like to thank the hospital staffs (duty nurses, helpers, house keeping department) – everybody have the humanity in blood. That is more important for a patient. I realized this during my stay in the hospital. Finally I recovered after a fortnight of bed rest in spite of doctor telling about 3 months of complete rest. I don’t want to be idle and wanted to come back to routine as soon as possible. And I was back as I expected. THE COME BACK!
One fine day, after I reached office, I gave my bike to my brother for his use that day. So, after my work, one of my friend gave a lift till the nearest bus terminus, where I got a bus to a common place. That’s where I will get a direct bus to my place. I got down and started walking towards the bus stop. To describe about the place, it’s always crowded by vehicles and people. It’s a row of shopping streets – a main area in the city (T.Nagar in Chennai). And I saw my bus and started walking towards it. Some more buses were standing with engines on. There were seats available in my bus, I could see it. Feeling happy, I just walked little faster (but didn’t run – I do know running in a dense area would not be advisable.) thinking not to waste time waiting for the next bus. Now I am near my bus. There was another one standing perpendicular to my bus, but it was not close, they both had a gap of 10ft. I am near the door of my bus. One elderly person was struggling to get in. I helped him and I got the grip of the handle and took my first step to get into the bus. The bus that was perpendicular started coming reverse – I didn’t notice this and all of a sudden – it happened. I am falling down. My mobile, shoes were flying off from me. Now, I am under my bus. My bus started moving. People started shouting and luckily the driver could hear it, he immediately stopped (Thank God). With my left arm broken, I can feel it like a cloth, I can’t lift it. It’s paining. I know there was an accident. Luckily I was conscious, I could shout for help. People started getting into a circle around me eager to know what had happened.
There came a great human of my age, who had the guts to pull me out from the place where I was and he called a vehicle (an auto) – he lifted me along with another small guy (he must be some 10 years old) and they took me to a nearby clinic (I am going to a clinic after a long time, should be after 3/4 years) I was given a wheel chair, I was holding my left arm with my right hand. The person who took me to the hospital was beside me, he is talking to me, I could sense that. I told him to call my friend (the same who dropped me a short while ago) I spoke to him, couldn’t speak much, that guy took over the phone and explained the situation. My friend arrived and he was trying to get in touch with my other friends. He called everyone and all of them came immediately.
I could see doctor telling that I need a POP around my hand. I don’t want to put that in my left arm (with which I write)… no other choice I was treated with that. I was feeling hungry, had a juice. Suddenly I realized that there is something wrong with my stomach – an immense pain which I couldn’t manage. Tears started flowing down my eyes. I told my friends, there is something wrong in the abdomen part. My x-rays came by that time and it was both bone fracture at my left arm and a minor fracture at pelvis bone. There was some wound in my left knee (it was carved kind) – I am wondering how it could’ve happened (my pant was without any damage). Some doctor came to investigate on my stomach pain. It’s really paining. I can feel my death. Doctors told that there could be blood leakage in the abdomen part and I am dying. Friends have been told by the doctors to take me to a big hospital – I suggested a name to them. I was in the ambulance with drips. Rushed to the other hospital…
When the ambulance reached the other hospital, the hospital authorities didn’t allow us inside the hospital thinking the injury might be because of a political clash/drunk drive. Or they could have thought about the financial potential. My brother was there and he said the hospital people that I have a mediclaim insurance card with which we can reimburse the expenses; they admitted me, rushed to the operation theatre for my fatal operation. I can remember exactly what the surgeon (he knew the urgency of operation) to my brother, “the condition is very worse, he needs to be operated for his abdomen first as QUICK as possible, it can't be operated with endoscopy, but only with cleavage since we are not sure how big the wound inside is” My brother understood the situation and got it moved to the other level. Some hospital guys were around me and they were removing my dresses and making me ready for the operation. I was in slight unconsciousness because of some injection that I had been given. Then they took me to the operation theatre, on the way, I could see my friends standing with tears in their eyes and an unsaid worry in their heart; this is what I would like to talk about. You feel special when you are blessed with so many friends and you will feel all the more special when you feel all of them in you. That’s how I felt when I was on the way to operation theatre. Finally I reached the operation theatre, I was given global anesthesia. And it was not working. They increased the anesthesia level. I could speak some words with the doctor explaining him the accident. He kept talking to me, I stopped talking. I was asleep because of the GA. I woke up after 17 hours and I was in cold ICU. It was really cold. I felt my whole body as a cloth. Cutting the whole story short, I would like to thank the hospital staffs (duty nurses, helpers, house keeping department) – everybody have the humanity in blood. That is more important for a patient. I realized this during my stay in the hospital. Finally I recovered after a fortnight of bed rest in spite of doctor telling about 3 months of complete rest. I don’t want to be idle and wanted to come back to routine as soon as possible. And I was back as I expected. THE COME BACK!
