Being stuck to bed not so blissfully unaware of taste and smell for more than a week has been good, except that sometimes a pancrea seemed to cry out or a random bone seemed to screech seeking attention.
All I said was, ‘hang on, you are gonna be fine soon’ but that is what the doc said too.
‘Can I come for a check up?’ No, no, not needed,’ says she. ‘Can I get a test done?’ No, not needed’, said she.
Dolo, le lo, cetrizine le lo, bus rest karo.
‘But how can she say that without checking you’, asks my daughter, ‘doctors can say that’, I explain vaguely.
But that seemed to work, nay, it worked almost. I could almost begin to see through watery eyes and hold up my head a bit more longer.
But was it, the villain, now so notorious, I have no clue. Since I neither see/meet others, nor am I seen or met with, it is just be fine.
Perhaps yes, perhaps not, whatever it was it feels good to have the bones back to their functioning self and be rid of sudden unexpected aches and pains.
Finally, a bit of reading too, and some playing with Andrew.
Aches and pains with fever are becoming more difficult to deal with each passing year, they say, with incessant pill popping , our immunity is lower and severity of the flus are growing.
Some basic lessons were learnt.
Drink hot water preferably the Jeeraka vellam.
Eat home cooked food.
Eat on time.
Prepare sambhar and rasam.
Start a kitchen garden.
Sit out in the sun.
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Praying here. Praying you back to well being as I sit in the sun.
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