I woke up one day.....very sick..... limbs very weak......sweating profusely.....my as such frail body....simmering hot...uninterrupted...vomitings...it was the earliest.....time i could recollect when i was sick....perhaps i was six years then...the tongue was parched....my mind gone hazy....in delirium....it was not like the usual...mornings....certainly i was very sick...
An instrument white in color and sleek looking was thrust under my tongue..with strict instructions not to bite it...that was my first introduction to thermometer........after a few minutes my father sighed..."Very high fever...." i was rushed in a tricycle rickshaw..to a doctor...i was mercilessly told to remove my long shorts and an injection pierced on my left buttock...i don't know why...but i dint cry......of course it was quite painful.....the doctor seemed quite happy and complimented me for being a brave boy....
In those days if you fell sick....they never gave you any food...not that i was hungry...the appetite was gone....but the very thought that everyone was eating..merrily ..and you were not part of it...brought some juvenile depression....i was just given ..ginger decoction in the morning....and buttermilk...whole day...and handful of bitter medicines...
The fever would not recede ...after few days my father rushed me to the doctor again...the doc seemed equally puzzled...so apparently it wasn't normal fever.....i heard the doctor tell my dad...lets do a check for Typhoid....few days more...the fever would still not come down..by now i had been reduced..to a skeleton...no solid food...i was barely able to walk..and had to be carried to the doctor....
The smile on the doctors face vanished....i was administered injections...for 25 days...but the strange fever ...wouldn't recede....i lost all..hopes...more than anything else ..i yearned for some good food...my diet was upgraded to orange juice..apart form the buttermilk...one day...i woke up in the morning...and the temperature was gone....the thermometer showed normal temperature...i was too feeble ...so i still had to go the doctor...for some prescription to get me back to shape...i was just a bag of bones then....i heard the doctor tell my dad..."I dint know what the fever was..its a mystery..it certainly wasn't typhoid...."..any way he seemed quite happy that finally it receded...my mystery fever seemed to have dented his confidence...
A few days ...passed....i began to grow strong again.....back to my mischievous self...world at last seemed normal again....
............yet the mystery of ...my fever was not solved.....until one day my father opened a black box.....it was a small....pouch like box....he went wild shaking it...asking my mom...what happened to the contents....seeing him rant so much....she asked him what that box was about...he told her that box had small bottles of homoe pills ...but now they were all empty bottles..not one or two ..but ..they were a dozen bottles...with nice wooden corks...
It did not take long...for them to zero in on me....i was pulled up by my ears...literally by my father who was quite livid....quite innocently...i owned up that i had all those pills....not all at once but each day one bottle....i told him..they were not bitter but quite sweet....
THE MYSTERY OF MY FEVER WAS SOLVED......to this day...each time i take a homoe pill...i am reminded of that mystery fever....
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Glad there was someone to take care of the boy .....
when u r a kid u love to fall sick -to miss the school , to get the attention and pampering .Alas, it rarely happens. I didnt know that such mischievous pranks would make the trick of falling ill so simple.kids would love such tips.
it reminds me of my own deeds n waitin to fall sick...so dat i cud bunk school....gr8 description...
Allopathy versus homeopathy in ur body...ha ha ha
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