Yes the title sounds weird given the multiple connotations
of the word sick in modern language. But my Dadum is really unwell. And that is
making me unwell too.
A month ago Dadum started getting these weekly episodes of
nausea and dizziness. He would wake up
early morning for his walk and end up fainting or vomiting before he even set a
foot out of the house. We all would try to make him as comfortable as possible.
On such days he would invariably depend mostly on electrolyte solutions and
biscuits. It was a complete “pain in the ass” time for him. The very second
time this happened, he was taken to the hospital for a check. After some scans,
drug prescriptions and some walking around the hospitals, the problem subsided.
Today he’s got the issue again. It is supremely frustrating
to know that we can’t really help him much other than give some time for the
drugs to take their effect.
I have always assumed that I am more immune to the smell of
vomit or stool given my incredible scatological sense of humour and my general
indifference to these things as compared to others. I wouldn’t assume that
anymore. Today when Dadum puked, I really felt disgusted. It doesn’t mean that
I am trying to be insensitive. It is just that the reaction was involuntary. I
really hope that doesn’t make me an ugly person.
It doesn’t really matter does it? Whether I feel
uncomfortable or not, I have to deal with it. My feeling is normal but the
being sick is also normal. So I shouldn’t make such a big deal out of it. I
really hope he gets fine soon.
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