Change in Perspective to Change Life

LOG 30: Where’s the salt in my Food?

Wow! Looks like the foodie in me finally got through… *sigh*… he might be a hungry fellow, but he does have good analogies. Till now, I seem to have given all of you almost the entire dish of my hospital journey served fresh. But in all my hurry, I seem to have forgotten to add the most important, unnoticed and underrated ingredient. Salt. If you haven’t guessed it already, I’m going to be dedicating this log to those people in the hospital who are the most unnoticed and yet are perhaps some of the most important people there. This log…

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LOG 31: Guys, I messed up the order

Yeah, guys, I’m sorry. Once again, I messed up the order. A log that deserves to be the first in the tribute series is being written right at the end. My apologies for confusing you, as I always do 😊, but I assure you that I will make it up to you in this log. I might be mentioning the people with the highest priority last, but after all it’s like they say, right? -  “Last, but definitely the most.” This log is for those people to whom I owe everything - the magical word that spells “F-A-M-I-L-Y”. Those people…

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LOG 32: Discharge, Finally!

“Patience, persistence and perspiration make an unbeatable combination for success.” Well, finally. Finally it was time, the golden hour had come (and just about time too, being patient {no pun intended} is tiring). With no further hiccups in my discharge venture we ultimately managed to deliver the discharge on the date we had decided- which was the first week of March.   After months of endless therapies, constantly shifting beds, celebrating festivals and birthdays, jumping over hurdles as though we were in a race and of course innumerable tests, procedures and operations later we were finally going to bear the…

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LOG 33: Now What?

Phew, the hospital stay ended quicker than I anticipated (at least in writing). But, now what? We got the discharge, but we were nowhere close to being recovered enough to make my re-entry into the real world. Now, since we were already out of the hospital, the first step was done, and all that was left was recover a little-teeny-tiny-bit-more so I could fit back into the so-called normal world, good and proper . The doctors had easily told us to come to the hospital on an out-patient basis for therapy, so that we could utilize the golden period of…

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LOG 34: Let’s move ahead, shall we?

Ok… Where was I? Oops, excuse me, had a minor lapse of memory. Yes, the guesthouse. As I mentioned before, the guesthouse was all-out awesome. I got freedom from the hospital bed, which in itself was wonderful for my mind, and by extension, my body. We were still going strong on the “eat ‘n rest hard, therapy even harder” routine. Even with the vigorous therapy sessions, we still had to stay for nearly an entire month in the guesthouse before we felt comfortable and confident enough with the level of recovery that I had achieved to let me make my…

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LOG 35: The Second Family Reunion

I’ve been hearing this ever since I was a pea sized kindergartener, that school is your second home and teachers your second parents. On a personal note, I like to give it a richer, in depth definition. School and the fellow schoolmates, teachers and everyone we interact to in our school lives form something that is priceless in its own sense and deserves more credit and acknowledgement than we give it in each of our lives. School is in every sense of the word, is a family. Perhaps the greatest family outside of your own family that we can ever…

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LOG 36: Round 2 begins

Mission report: Stage 1 successfully accomplished, Stage 2 ready to commence. Soon after my meeting with the principal and the supervisor, we decided to resume school (of course, not from where I left off but from wherever the current students were). All I had to do was wake up early every day like I used to and get accustomed to normal school life again. Who was I kidding? Of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy, right?? There has got to be some catch. Of course, there was one! And it wasn’t going to be that simple and an…

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LOG 37: Reality Check

And so, our brave adventurer set forth on his school adventure once again quite so, but was it actually going to be as easy as they had made it sound??? As per the track record, of course not!!! Apart from everything mentioned in the previous log there were obviously some unforeseen hurdles to my return to school that had to be tackled as and when they turned up. Well quite understandably it wasn’t a fairytale story and there were some physical and mental fallings that came as side effects of my entire episode of trauma that my brain had suffered.…

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LOG 38: Safety cuts

Seconds, turned to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It was after (quite) a few weeks of my going to school that my parents started getting comfortable with the whole idea of school again and of me being left on my own again. If you remember, my mother was originally staying with me in school for the entire duration of my school day. But, eventually, after lots and lots of support and care by the school and my fellow schoolmates, she soon started dropping me off, going back home to get her own stuff done,…

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LOG 39: All fun and no work makes Smit a dull boy

Well, I suppose the title is self-explanatory. Till now school was just about settling in, getting used to and having fun in general, with the occasional game or two in between. But, as they say, “All fun and no work makes Smit a dull boy”. It was time now, time to finally shift focus on what we actually go to school for - education. Until now, our focus was all about safety, making a slow but steady entry into the world as we know it and so on, and we hadn’t even thought about my academic part of school. I…

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