Living in the hospital

A strange turn of events.

My father was hospitalised for a record 72 days. He is much better now and back at home.

But those days spent in the hospital were hmm... lifechanging to say the least.

You feel different about everything.

Waiting outside the ICU, making friends with fellow bystanders of patients, talking to the security guards and nurses, going for long walks around the hospital, taking turns with my brother, and learning the various routes to get in and out of the hospital were all that we did.

I finished reading an entire book on Greek Mythology as I waited outside the ICU.

My brother drew, clicked snaps, and wrote a lot.

After many days my dad got shifted to the room. Then there was a change in our daily routine. We came up with new games to play, to entertain my dad, to get him to talk, blah blah.

I became friends with a few of my relatives, who I hated earlier.

I understood the importance of the support system of a family.

I realised the major role that contacts in high places plays in getting a room in the hospital, and in getting space in the ICU!

I found out how helpless people are when you can do nothing but put your entire trust in the medical authorities and just hope that they know what they are doing.

I smile when I think of how unconditionally my cousin helped us out.

I am amazed at how efficient and grounded my brother is :)

Well those days went on and on... very slowly.

But yes, it finally ended when my dad got discharged from the hospital after 72 days, much thinner, much dazed and on a very strict diet and medication plan.