Reflections-1
Three weeks since the mighty fall in the washroom, injuring the neck and back. The Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI) revealed damage to D12, and the technicians at the MRI lab mentioned “bone damage”.
The 20-odd minutes inside the cylindrical space, unmoved, listening to the buzzing of machines at work, was not scary the first time.
What was scarier was the commute to the diagnostic lab, 25 minutes away from home, on the Gurugram roads. Multiple speed breakers, weather-induced unfilled deep holes, overloaded vehicles plying, or poor construction quality made life miserable.
Twin visits for MRI within the first 10 days of the mishap made me reflect on the plethora of complaints across India about rumblers and speed breakers. Every single one unmarked!
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The funny part was that the first Ambulance came with the driver with no assistant. He brought the stretcher, unmindful of the fact that he needed a second hand to “transport” me from the sixth floor to the waiting ambulance. By the way, it was impossible to hoist myself onto the ambulance, so I had to travel in the Duster. Did the MRI lab expect my family to lend him a hand with using the stretcher? Morons!
Therefore, we drove in a Duster.
Once the MRI scan was completed, vacating the bed was a herculean task. Another 30 minutes before the next patient could use the facility. Luckily, there was total cooperation. Riding back home on the same stretch was no different.
The MRI report came the next day, and what next?
Wait for the next Reflections!
