The MRI feels like a coffin into which you are stuffed in and subjected to continuous hammering from outside as if confined in a place where you can hardly breathe weren’t enough !
The IV ! Veins are searched for and poked! Oops! Can’t find one! Let’s poke elsewhere ! Same goes for blood tests! The number of vials keep increasing proportionate to the number of tests prescribed. So much so you swear the pathologist has morphed into an extra from a vampire movie!
The CT scan seems more bearable, not so restricting you’d think as you lie there with instructions not to move, not to breathe until it’s screens unfold your deepest secrets!
The ultrasound scan demands that you fill your stomach with water and then proceeds to use your bladder like a squeeze toy until you are ready to burst!
The traction is a sadistic joy ride altogether ! A classic case of healing being more painful than the actual disease. The pelvis and hip is tied and pulled downwards. Just as you think you are about to come unhinged it releases you. The excess blood pools in your loins fighting for space leaving you gasping!
And let’s not go anywhere near any kind of surgery. I would like to believe it’s for repair, but there is only so much the human body can take. Makes you wonder if it’s worth living through so much pain.
I go back to the adage - one should live a disease-free healthy life and that’s in our hands. One becomes aware of good health only on losing it. We fail to realise it until it’s too late. People recommend stress-free lifestyles, yoga, exercise and what not. Whatever it is we choose, we need to remember, our peace and good health are always our choices. Because repair is worse !