I.C.U was a desert with some amazing people to look after you. No phones, no family, beeping irritating machines, serious patients, overall it was a very boring place. When I was in there, I felt like a prisoner. I wasn’t able to move a bit but I always made plans to escape from there. I used to dream about jumping on the floor from my bed and breaking its door. The sad part was that I could not even move due to all the multiple fractures in my body.
In the morning, the doctors used to come near to my bed and discuss my injuries. I never understood a word but one day I heard a term, Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome(A.R.D.S). I thought it was something to eat. You see, my brain was so screwed up with heavy doses of medicines that I couldn’t think properly. I was like a child.
Dr. Purna, Dr. Ramesh and Dr. Rabin were really kind. It feels great when you can’t get to see your family but you get to meet very nice humans who can bring hopes in your heart. I want my friends who are going to be future doctors to be just like them.
Every morning when I woke up, I used to feel like I was in a new place. Sometimes it felt like a plane, sometimes a ship. Once I also saw smoke machines and everything was decorated as if it was someone’s birthday. When I tell others about it now, they say nothing had happened like that.
“You were dreaming.”, They say. But, it was very real for me.
Though my bed was on the ground, I was always scared of falling from heights. I felt like I was hanging and the wall in front of me was the ground. I was given a toy(spirometry) which had three balls in it and I had to blow air into it to raise all the balls in the air. At that time, I didn’t know it was for my lungs. I thought they gave it to me because I was bored.
Rashmila di, Manita di, Ranjana di, Smita di, it was really good to be with you there. I.C.U felt like home. Thank you for your love and care. I miss you all very much.
I seriously had a lot of visitors. Sometimes it really feels great to be so popular. Being a good human is not bad after all. Everything you project out eventually returns to you in some way.
The one thing I absolutely hate about I.C.U was that I had to wear a gown. Imagine me in a gown, yakkk! I look terrible.
