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Injuries and Icecream.

I write this blog while my left leg is propped up on a pillow while a licked-clean bowl of chocolate ice cream lies to my right.

I write this while being confined as a prisoner surrounded by the same purple walls of the room I call mine.

The reason I’m being dramatic is because I’m forced to be here, trapped in my room.

And yes, my walls are purple.
Yes, that’s right, folks

I just got out of the hospital.
That’s where I was, these past couple of weeks

Let’s get started, shall we?
Flashback to the merry month of December when my parents decided to send me for badminton coaching.

At the ripe age of 16.
Okay, I’m a good person so I went along with it.

 A few weeks in, though, we were playing a practice match. The shuttlecock suddenly whizzes past me on my right and I quickly turn to hit it but I pulled something really frickin bad.

I go down like a sack of potatoes, blinded with pain in my left knee.

The first thought that passes through my head is that I’ve broken it, because it hurts that bad. But, contrary to my belief, when I opened my eyes, I was still standing(but in a really awkward position). My coach dragged me to the side and told me to keep my leg straightened and to not move it. Pain shot through my leg even if I moved it an inch. My coach had confirmed that it wasn’t a broken leg but might be a ligament tear. So okay, I’d heard about such things before. A classmate of mine underwent surgery for the same thing two years ago and missed three months of school because of it.


I was terrified of that happening to me. Half an hour later, my coach send me home. My mother went ballistic and she started massaging my leg. An hour later, the pain significantly reduced and we hoped that it will get better.


A week later, I was out with my dad running errands. We had taken the bike because we both loved it. While getting down, I placed my left knee ie. the injured one down and turned.


My knee wobbled.


The pain was excruciating and gripping. My bone literally wobbled and I was scared to death.

Fast forward to two weeks later, when I was back at practice. While running laps, my knee wobbled again.

Then, we decided to take action.

We visited a doctor recommended by a colleague of my mother. This guy was intense. He was a sports orthopedic and specialized in these kinds of injuries. One look at my leg and he demanded that I go for an MRI.Now the thing is, I’m terribly claustrophobic.

I can’t stand small spaces and have a panic attack. I start hallucinating and feel like the walls are closing in on me. But, he forced us to go for it. I went for the MRI, literally drowning in my tears.

Once we got through with it, we went home. The report came out two days later. The doc then confirmed it.

It was a ligament tear.


This guy then starts explaining the procedure and he just drones on and on. You know how you feel comfortable with a doc? You start to trust him and whatever he says?

Yeah, that didn’t happen with this guy.

He scared my mom and me to death about the recovery procedure and all that fun stuff.

We went home and decided to go consult another doc for a second opinion.

Now this second guy, now he was a real charmer. A good seasoned doctor, in his fifties, explained that this process was about two hours of my life and could get back to doing things normally in two, maximum, three months.

The second we left his office, I declared that he was the guy we should hire to do the surgery. All was well and good until next week.

The very next week, when my mum was leaving for work, my knee swelled up and started hurting. And of course, my mom freaked and said that we do the surgery as soon as possible.

The next few things happened in a snap. Mother dearest went and talked to the dean of my college and the dean granted me exemption from my junior year finals. So I think, that could be considered as the silver lining in this huge pile of mess.

Dad talked to the doc and he said that he was fine with doing the surgery. Now the thing is, recovery after this surgery takes about three months. And for me, college ie. senior year for me begins in June. So it was best that we had done it right then.

Unfortunately, the surgery date landed on the 10th of March aka my birthday. Yes,folks, that’s how I spent my seventeenth birthday-getting admitted in the hospital.

I got admitted and I was keeping my spirits high. I kept watching FRIENDS on the hospital tv. The nurses came in and inserted the tubes inside my hand which was able to pass fluids in me. I tried to put on a brave face for my parents. Mom stayed with me and sent dad home.

Next day morning, nurses come in and tie up my hair in braids and move me into a stretcher. They take me to the recovery room to check my vitals and blood pressure. A good solid hour later, they wheeled me into the surgery.

The very first thing that I sense and feel about the surgery room was that it was cold. Nail biting cold. They place me on the bed, cover me with blankets and place this tube inside the blanket that released hot air to keep me warm. It somewhat provided hope and relief to me in a way.

As the surgery was t be conducted on my leg, the anesthesia had to be given in the spine. Now, that was painful. 10 minutes later my legs started to tingle and I lose consciousness.


When I opened my eyes, I’m back in the recovery room. I spotted this huge brace tied to my leg and couldn’t move at all. Soon, they took me back to my room.

That’s when I started acting delusional. The effect of the anesthesia was wearing out and my mind started to clear. I don’t know what I did but my mother said that I said incoherent stuff and demanded tea when I’ve never had tea in my entire life.(I’m a coffee person). Around six is when I fell asleep. I woke up two hours later to steaming hot, disgusting hospital food.

At night was when the trouble started again. I was in agony and my leg was hurting really bad. This was because of the stitches, as I would come to know later. I move around a lot in my sleep,twist and turn in every single way possible. But the cast and the brace weren’t allowing me to do that. I wasn’t able to sleep and mom wasn’t either.

The next day was when they took an X-ray of my leg, just to check wether everything is in place. When the reposrts came later, trouble began again. The in house doctor claimed that a tube attached to my leg, when removed, had left a hole in it. Therefore, I had to go back in the surgery and place stitches. “Just gonna take 5 minutes” is what he said to me. I broke down,because by this point I was just ready to go home. The pain was unbearable.  What I didn’t know that he had to conduct another surgery because of an anomaly.

It took 4 hours.

Now this point can be argued from both sides. One can say that it’sthe doc’s fault that he made a mistake.One can also say that it was brave of the doc to come forward with the truth. Well, this resulted in my dad fuming and my mom upset. But the surgery was done again, much to my disappointment,and I was discharged two days later. It has now been more than a month since the surgery and I now can normally walk and sit but I still can’t run as fast. But, this is tremendous improvement according to the doctor. So I guess, fingers crossed until then.

What I wanna ask you guys is your opinion.

Was it the doc’s mistake or his good nature?

Lemme know your thoughts.

This is my story.

What’s yours?



Catching up.

Hey guys! It’s been a long, long time. Two months! Appalling, I know. It’s just that I had exams in January and I also have upcoming exams in March and the curtains are closed for the year! Anyways, I have huge stuff coming up and I have so many blog post ideas! You guys are gonna love it! So much has happened to me, I can’t wait to post now! It feels like a long time ago, but once I got back on the app, the ideas popped back into my head and now, I can’t wait to post! You guys are gonna love it!
So that is an kind of an update on my side.
Until next time.

Breakups and makeups.

I have never really felt the impact of a bad breakup.It’s maybe because I never was in a serious relationship.

But I witnessed a lot of breakups and the aftermath that follows it.

Basically,I was that person in the squad everybody rants to.That means,I knew a lot of secrets.

I basically came to know that my best friend in eight grade was gonna break our friendship just because I didn’t support the guy that she was dating.

I came to know that a guy that I dated in 7th grade broke up with me just because I had gotten braces.

I,also,came to know that my So-called friends in 9th grade were jealous of me.Why,you ask?Because I,apparently,was perfect and no problems in life.

So,the point behind all this was I witnessed one of the worst aftermath of a breakup.

Just hearing to it,got me all weird and overwhelmed.

Because,really,I hadn’t heard anything that cruel and cold blooded.

My friend,C,who I met in college,had a boyfriend from 6th grade.So that means,they were together for 4 years.

Whenever the point about love and boyfriends came up,she used to begin about her boyfriend and what she had gifted her recently and where he had taken her.

This isn’t in a mean way,trust me.We all were happy about her and stuff.But all that talk did get on our nerves sometimes.

So recently,one of my other friends from the squad texted me saying that C’s parents have come to know about everything.

So now you might think,so what?But the main thing here is that-

  1. Her parents didn’t know about them.
  2. They went out secretly.
  3. Her mother hated the guy and she had made it clear to her.

But still,she went out with her.She blamed it all on love.

So here’s the thing.I call up the friend that told me about C.She told me that C wanted her to talk her mum saying that she hadn’t bunked off classes to go out with him.

Basically,she wants her to lie.

I told her that I hoped she didn’t.

She assured me she didn’t.

Now,here’s the twist.

It was her close school friend who told her mum.

This school friend is also in my class.But she isn’t in our friend group.

We knew she felt jealous but we didn’t know that she’d go this far.

She just went and told C’s mother about them.

Apparently,she didn’t know that C’s mum didn’t know about her relationship.

And then,to make matters worse,C’s mum caught her going out with the guy holding hands.

She got them both home,then slapped her which left a nail mark on her nose.

Then her dad comes home and then hits her too.

Then the guy gets pissed and yells back at her mum when she says that I hate you.

That just worsens it.

C’s mum throws him out of their house and grounds her.

Now,she’s not given a phone,not allowed to join extra curricular activities and her mum comes to pick her up everyday.

And she’s supposed to stick with that backstabbing girl because her mum apparently “trusts her”.

And now,she’s acting weird with the rest of the squad.

And we are all getting pissed.

But I can now seen the breakup affecting her.

Her face is pale,that scar looks horrible and she looks thinner.

And apparently,the guy smashed a glass window with his hand and injured himself.

But I thought that was just a little too much.

But,I don’t know what goes on in their private life.

So this time,I’m asking you readers,do you think what C’s mum did was right or wrong?I would love to hear your opinion.

So,that’s mine(or rather,my friend’s breakup story)

What’s yours?