Blessed with a Broken Arm!!!

Well, it’s been a while I have blogged...uhm I have a reason: Yyyyypeeeeeeeeeee, I have a fracture. I don’t know how else I should let the world know. It was the twenty eighth day of the month of July (Phew!!!!). It was as usual the middle of the night, orrrrr……let us say around 3.30 am in the morning (Wondering what was I doing; will I was still with HP that time!!! Does that answer the question, no, then just read Too little too early, don’t have the patience, then I suggest you just ignore it and go further…). It had rained a bit the previous day rendering a few surfaces slippery.

From the place where the cab drops me I have to walk across the car parking to get into the office area, i.e. two flight of stairs separated by the cab parking area which leads into the main building.

The first flight of stairs was successfully taken but the second disappointed me. Two steps down the wooden stairs and I had slipped to touch-land on the hard concrete ground. My mobile phone slipped from my left hand and the right hand which was free and available had to take the entire weight of my body upon landing.

* In this picture you can cleaaaaarly see, how I landed on my right hand.

Upon landing on my right hand, I felt an excruciating pain in my palm. People around rushed to help. But the damage had already been done. Fracture: the result. In the evening I met the general physician and went for an x-ray to confirm that it was a fracture. Since I am a right hand dominant, day to day activities has become up-hill tasks to perform, like eating, grooming etc. The fracture had me a dependent; I can imagine the plight of physically retarded people. Sad!! According to medical terms the fracture is on the right hand “meta-carpel bone” under the ring finger. Luckily it is a hairline fracture a dislocation would have put me through a surgery with insertion of steel rods into my broken hand. Would have been worse!

The hand had to be rested; the plaster of Paris (P.O.P) was given the privilege to house my hand: a POP aegis. I should say many doctors in Chennai have become ruthlessly commercial. The X-ray was a self-explanatory-easily-understood-by-all-type-testimony to the fracture I bore. Any dumb idiot could take a glance and call it a fracture. The General Physician I consulted had dressed my hand with a crepe-bandage; he suggested that I consult an Orthopedic. Just to see if the fracture needed more dressing. He wrote me to an Ortho in the National Hospital at Parry’s. Well according to me the ortho had zero diagnosis to do, absolutely! Every thing was black and white,( literally and figuratively) in the X-ray that it was a fracture.

The doctor held the X-ray against the light and royally declared the Fracture 2009 Open. Well that is exactly how it was, for the fact that he charged 700 Rupees as Consultation fees, all that money for re-diagnosing an already-diagnosed-fracture, nice job eh, the ortho has. Furthermore, I was charged a 300 Rupees for Casualty fees, because he made the POP around my hands in the casualty ward, which is couple of rooms across his ward and another 300 rupees for the POP and bandages. Phew, pure-loot-under-the-bright-sun. No question that the money is worth my right hand, but just notice the deceit.

And it was now time for POP-couture 2009 late summer collections. He he yes, the POP looked cool I should say, to extent that I could flaunt it. (Did you check out SRK’s broken arm…pretty trendy ey). More so, I had become a subject to public sympathy; from the known to unknown all of them empathized with the wound-bearer. Every one had an idea of what I should be doing to fix my broken arm, every one….

Some overly concerned strangers suggested that I go to Puttur to the traditional bone setters for the very popular (now I know that it is popular) “Puttur Kattu”. I even found out that what I was wearing was a “Maavu kattu” in tamil, wow quiet some learning for a hairline fracture uhm. And many more such profound ideas were showered upon the well being of my hand. People around easily seem to know what is right for others than what is right for their own selves, uhn!!!!

I mean it was a shock to all, universal. To friends, family, colleagues, tender-coconut vendors, corporation road sweepers, mechanics, neighbors, (the list continues) domestic staffs at office, telephone bill collector, people at the bank, well I would say almost every one I came across. Some of them even offered me un-conditional help. I guess a helpless little girl with a broken hand wins way too much sympathy, mind you appearances could be deceptive (ha ha ha).

But the sunny side of it all, I got a most desired 5 days break when I was serving my notice period. It was heaven, and at the right time. Shhhhh…..right time for what, you may ask. Well, now that is a secret!!!!

“Quiet a slice orrr should I say quiet a B-R-E-A-K, it was”? Well, I am hopping to get well at the earliest. After all, I would miss my sweet little right hand; a popular and relevant old rhyme to end with: Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;

All the king's horses, and all

the king's men.
(Lets include "all the king's Orthopedes too").
Could not put Humpty Dumpty
together again.

hehe, now you know who the characters of the old poem were, the mystery of the old poem is thus solved (chuckles). Enjoy life in its twist and turns.