Monday, December 14, 2009

The end of pain saga.....

When I was not walking around and my family did not know that I had a fracture, they had scared me about what doctors would do, how they would tie up my leg in hot plaster etc. That had made me feel very scared of undergoing treatment. Though the doctor I met last time was very good to me I could not forget the other doctors in the village who had made my life miserable.

I started wailing loudly once inside the hospital without any warning or signs. All the hospital staff got very irritated and soon tried scaring me, cajoling me, bribing me into silence. Nothing worked. I just kept shouting at the top of my voice and who ever tried to put hand on my mouth and tried to shut it up got bitten by me. My aunt was bitten twice and my mom once.

I was taken into a room where they were supposed to put my leg under plaster and that room scared me more than ever. The head nurse told them to put me on the bed and walk out. My mother and aunt were just relieved to get away from me. The nurse held me down tightly and they both just walked away closing the door behind them. I kept wailing at the top of my voice and the nurse just kept beating the drum on the table to make a song out of my wailing. Soon I realized that my wailing was not working with this tough lady and was thinking about a different plan to escape the hot plaster and torture. It was then the doctor (Dr.Ballal) walked in.

I was scared stiff. I suddenly stopped wailing and became very silent. I did not have enough guts to try out anything now. I really started to cry slowly. The doctor asked me, “Why is a brave little girl like you crying?” “Please don’t torture me; please don’t put hot plaster on my leg. I am really having very bad pain in my leg. I am not brave, I am so scared.. sob sob sniff sniff sob”

“Who said I am going to put hot plaster and torture you?”

“My mother and all the people in my house said that”

“Wait a minute, I will call them here”

He called them both in and scolded them for putting fear about the doctors and hospitals in little children which made the doctors look like villains and also the kids went through so much of a terrible trauma in the hospital which was not good for them. He made them tell me the reason why they had told all the lies to scare me and console me before he continued with the treatment. My poor mother and aunt were in very sticky situation there. They had to tell me that they had lied to scare me.

Anyway, within 15 minutes they were out, I was quite and the doctor came in. He was very kind and nice to me. He felt a lot of pity for the girl who had been made to suffer with a fracture on her leg (which already had an untreated club foot on it) for quite some time. He was angry with my mother for not trying to correct the club foot with a surgery. In short I felt the doctor was on my side.

When he brought the plaster near me, I was very scared and he could sense the fear.

“Don’t be afraid, I will allow you to touch and feel it before I wrap your leg in the cast. You can make sure it will not burn you”.

And he allowed me to touch few things he had kept there. The nurse was not very happy with the way the doctor was treating me. So I decided that she was not on my side. He also allowed me to cut few strips of tapes and I think I saw the nurse giving out smokes like a chimney. He told me to study hard and become a doctor like him and help children. He kept talking to me and I never knew when he finished with the cast. My whole leg was covered in white cast. It started from my toes and ran up to my upper thigh. Now I could not hop around anymore on one leg. Someone had to carry me. At home taking care of me became a big burden. I refused to sit in the same spot for more than 30 minutes. Every time they had to run around to find a strong person to carry me from one place to another.

I fell down twice and got a lines of fracture on my cast. Once I tried to scratch an itchy spot with a broom stick and got a wound inside the cast. All these created a lot of worries, chaos and invited a tirade of curses for me. Somehow I was very sure the curses would not affect me in any way. Once my sister was swinging with me quite fast when the big swing broke and my cast almost broke. My aunt scolded my sister for bringing more trouble (where as she was trying to help me a bit) which bothered her very much. She started crying and went out of the house. She was not to be seen anywhere for 3 hours after which few fishermen brought her home.

My mother was aghast to learn that she was walking into the sea because she was fed up of life. The fishermen had seen her and brought her home.

Somehow the people at home remained sane between two of us.

Soon it was time for another trip to doctor for the removal of my cast. My aunt told my mom to make sure that the person who carried me did not have any hairs in his ears.

Thus ended my adventure in Byndoor though I lived there for some more time I could not venture out of the house. For three months I was bed ridden. I started learning Kannada language and reading books. By the end of three months I was reading news paper. I would add some spice and narrate the events to my mother and her family. So the fracture had not been a very bad event after all. It honed my reading skills. Also after the incident I was more into reading and less into physical activities. I became silent because I could not read and talk at the same time. Having found a way to shut me up people found lots of interesting books for me to read.

When we went to remove the cast the doctor was very happy with me. I was not wailing or crying but instead I said “Hello Sir, how are you? ”. just like the children in my books do. “ My my.. who do we have here. Is this the same girl who was scared of me last time?” I could clearly see that he was very pleased with me. I told him about the books I have been reading. I also confessed to him that I trust doctors and I am sure they do not hurt people. He was quite amazed with the change that had come over me and also surprised to know that I could read books at such a young age. He felt very proud to have been a part of the change in my attitude towards doctors. He gave me two comics which was the first ever comic book I ever saw. I loved the pictures in the book and it was easy to understand and read.

Thank God that was the end of the pain….


  1. Imagine that you got a lot more out of that whole episode - a better you. Your mother and your aunt were 'amazing' women, that's all I will say on that subject. Plus I realise soemthing after the last few posts - you were really a NOISY(nosey) child back then.. (lol).
    BUT you know, everything happens for a reason. Keep writing, Hugs to you,

  2. What a hard way to learn a lesson in trusting doctors. It was certainly a very long ordeal, but at least it sparked a big interest in reading while you were unable to do anything else. Thank goodness you were able to close out that painful chapter without further incident.

  3. My Mom and Aunt were forced into the situation to become amazing LOL. They did not have many options left and for sure they were not murderers. Or else we would have sure been thrown into the sea LOL. I can still see the expression on their faces when the fishermen brought my sister home.
    Thanks Rae. I mentioned that episode here because it plays a big part in what I am today. My trust in doctors has me surviving cancer for 13 yrs where as my sister and Mom were not lucky enough to survive. They did not trust doctors to take care of them...

  4. Farila, what you are today, as i can say, is an educated (I adore education), thoughtful, caring , strong woman.These are qualities that it's difficult to find nowadays (I mean the combination of them),in this world of madness.
    I personally trust very few people ,they are too many who envy those who are better than them. I could tell you but...
    Your mother and your aunt were great women!
    love and
    hugs hugs

  5. Thanks Betty. Honestly I am not very highly qualified education wise. I am studying for my degree now..I have to drop out of school first and then college later because of family pressure.
    As for my Mom, I have to say she was great woman because we being such nasty kids never ever got spanked by her. May be once or twice in her whole life she may have hit us just softly. I wonder what glue she had to keep those hands off us! The dangerous part of her was the emotional black mailing LOL. My aunt was not such a wonderful woman when it came to others but she was very nice to me always.............

  6. I wanted to stop back by and thank you for your beautiful comments on my Merry Christmas post. I appreciate your words. I am deeply touched by your honesty and ability to accept my beliefs even though your view differs. You are a remarkable individual. I am so pleased to have met you and call you friend.

  7. Thank you so much for those kind words Rae. Coming from you it means a lot to me. I felt very hurt on reading your post. I will mail you details sometime soon. You will also know why as you go on reading my posts.
    I am also very glad that I connected with you through Mr.Bob. You are very wise woman and also very frank in your blogs. I appreciate that.

  8. Farila, oh how i love reading of you, did you really ever bite their fingers,lol?
    They gave you books to keep you quiet, how thoughtful they were, you are the one that came out ahead there.

  9. Thanks for coming over Bob.. I actually did not have to bite them hard.. Me trying scared them and I never had heart to actually hurt them badly. It was not like a love nip but a bit harder than that...


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