Does anyone remember WAY back when we were in Grade 3 and I broke my leg in the playground, by slipping on an invisible patch of ice while imagining I was racing to the lineup to beat the classmate leisurely strolling in? I got to have a cast (in plaster - those were the days) and use super-fun crutches that everyone clamoured to try out because they were so small. I loved all that attention! I even gave my first public speaking assigment on the whole experience (you may not remember that part, the speech was a little dull).
Anyway last night, Alice (a trainee from UK) and I were walking the short distance from my house to the Silk Lounge to see her friend deejay, but we only managed to get to the end of my street. Trainees, do you remember the little fence that we climbed over so many times to get to Madhya Marg? Anyone remember the broken concrete sewer grate with a big hole in it right before the fence? Well, neither did I. One minute I was walking and the next, I had half my leg in the road.
Boy did it ever hurt. I scraped my shin on the concrete on the way down and bruised up my leg pretty bad. Luckily my legs are short so I didn't reach any sewage or anything (yuck!). I limped back to my house trying to remember what I had learned in first aid (apparently very little).
I washed, hummed and hawed about which bandage to use in my virgin first aid kit, worried about whether I should try to find some antiseptic or not, etc, etc, until I finally had it bandaged up with some ice sitting on top. It still hurt like crazy and after staying up until 3 in the morning, dutifully icing it on and off, I climbed upstairs, bum first, and crawled into bed.
Only to be woken up at 6am by my own realisation that maybe all this persistent pain meant that I had actually broken it, and that was when Worrying Sam revived herself from her long hiatus in full force. I started to panic and searched my brain for someone to call for advice at this obscene hour. I settled on Calgary as the timezone of choice and ended up speaking to a very surprised Kent.
He patiently calmed me down, quelling my pre-worries, by saying such things as no, he didn't think my bone would have started healing already from a fracture I wasn't yet sure I had, leading to an increase in the amount of excruciating pain I imagined I was going to feel, if they had to set the still unconfirmed fracture.
Anyway, to make a long story a little shorter, I eventually made my way to the prestigious Fortis Hospital to get it x-rayed, had the very Indian experience of having 5 people, including the security guard, huddled around me as the doctor took a preliminary look at my leg in the middle of the ER waiting room, and found out to my relief that my tibia is perfectly intact. So no broken bones for me. Phew!
And... I got to keep my x-ray! How incredibly cool! That was definitely the best part. Crisis averted.
(Would it be very geeky of me to have the x-ray framed??)
*Credit goes to Kent for the witty title of this blog post.
**I.E. Falling into holes in the road.
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