Posts Tagged ‘sick’

The most absurd doctor visit of my life, 120619

June 12, 2019

I have been suffering from a sore throat for about three weeks now and had to stop my evening swim. I’d gone to one ENT specialist, but a course of antibiotics and decongestants did not help, So I decided to take a second opinion.

I went to someone who was recommended. WITHOUT looking at my throat, after I had described my symptoms, he asked me my blood group and when I said A+, he said all A+ “types” have acid reflux, that’s what I have. I said NO, I don’t have acid reflux. We argued about this for a while, then he finally said, it could be “hidden”.

Then he said I probably have high blood pressure. I said NO, I don’t have it. I asked him to check my b.p. It was 120/80. “Borderline”, he said. Then he said, “You probably have thyroid problems.” I said I’d had it tested recently, NO, I don’t have it. “Things can change in a month,” said this cheerful guy. I repeated that I am active and do not feel that I have hyperthyroidism. “You might have hypothyroidism,” he said. I was about to say NO and I just gave up.

“Are you losing weight?” he asked. I said, on the contrary, I’ve gained a little weight but am not worried about it. “You might have hypothyroidism,” replied the optimist. After the examination, he told me I have a deviated septum and find it hard to sleep on my left side…which is generally how I sleep most comfortably. Then he started talking about how this area was 35 years ago.

I just paid my Rs.500 and walked out before he diagnosed heart trouble, diabetes, or perhaps cancer. Another ten minutes and he would have sent me to the ICU…. or for cremation.

I have not exaggerated anything (except the last sentence) ; this is what actually happened.

Ooh..these sad people…

January 31, 2009

At Davos, they have set a “simulated war zone”, and in the Economic Times of today, there’s a picture of Sir Richard Branson in a “simulated refugee camp” that’s also been set up…oh my, our plutocrats can now have a “simulated” experience of how it is to be in the middle of tearing shells and lose everything you have, without actually coming into contact with the reality…

Excuse me while I am sick.

All my own…..I can hear you groan!

September 24, 2008

Some of them are multilingual….

What were scissors called in Roman times?

Julius Scissors.

Who is the goddess of Bangalore bakers?


What’s the favourite snack of IT people?


The German sweet beloved of French people?


Lakshman married Urmila and went off to the forest with Rama because he knew there would be Lakshman Rekha…

Who would repair your car?


Why did Indira Gandhi take offence when Chandrababu Naidu asked her to arrive the next day?

“Rape-u randi”, he said.

:D…Indeed I can hear the groans please add your own!

Story with a bad ending…

September 20, 2007

For some time now, I have belonged to a group committed to helping BARN OWLS in Bangalore. We are getting nest-boxes fabricated to ensure that these natural enemies of the rats that are proliferating in our city, breed and establish themselves even in urban environs.

I joined because several barn owls come to roost in a ventilation shaft in our apartment building. The trouble is, barn owls are NOT “cute” birds. They suffer further from the superstition that says that they are birds of ill-omen; and to top it all, they make chirring sounds all night, and I cannot really blame the residents of my apartment building for being disturbed by the noise all night long, and also being disgusted by the mess they leave at the bottom of the ventilation shaft.

But I little thought that one of the owls would be poisoned…but that is what our building association did when I was away travelling. When I returned, I had long conversations with the residents’ committee and went to each flat along that shaft, and tried to explain how useful these birds are. Well, certainly they decided that they would not poison the birds any more. But it was decided to block off the ventilation shaft with strong wire-mesh so that the birds could not come to roost there any more.

But, quite typically, that was also done in a shoddy way, and the fibreglass sheets that were laid at the top of the shaft quickly shifted, providing enough space for the birds to return. All that happened was that because of the wire-mesh across the residents’ windows, I could no longer see the owls or photograph them as I wanted to, when they started coming back to roost at night.

This morning, a few children came running to me and said that “some animal” was there in tbe basement of my block. I went down and there was this baby barn owl, which was sitting in the driveway near the basement:

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The bird was pretty distressed; it had been having very loose motions, and was flying a little…and the children, looking at its talons and its sharp beak, were also scared, and their shrieking frightened the bird even more. Luckily, it was time to go to school and they left me and the owl alone.

I first agonized about whether I should touch it, because often, the human touch means that they are rejected and often killed by the other birds. But the bird’s condition made me decide that there was no alternative. But when I approached it, the bird kept flying away.

So I came back upstairs (having detailed a security guard to keep an eye on it) and phoned up another member of the owl group, who told me to try and catch it by throwing a towel over it. So I got a soft towel, and my camera as well, and went down again.

The bird had come to the basement steps, and I clicked it. Then, when I went closer to put the towel over it, it went off again, to sit on a water pipe at the top of the basement…so I waited for it to come somewhere accessible again, so that I could catch it and take it to the Bangalore Rehabilitation Centre, the animal rescue shelter which I have written about earlier.

About twenty minutes later, it did come down to the floor, and I had not taken the next step towards it…when the bird flopped down, quite dead.

I don’t have to tell you how I felt…

Yes, possibly the little one was quite sick, and that’s why it had been thrown out…perhaps it didn’t have much of a chance from the beginning…shock and trauma would have caused the death, as my birding friend Prasad said….

But the trouble is, as Calvin put it when one of the woodland creatures that he found, died: “It’s gone, but it’s not gone inside me.”

Not feeling very happy today.