Incy Wincy Spider…

Written By

Nandita Ghosh

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Isn’t it true, that try as you might, very little goes according to plan? This Easter was just such a day.

I was so eager to start with our Easter vacation, that I began work (from home) at 5 AM in the morning. I finished my presentation, and by 7:30 AM, I was congratulating myself on having achieved the target for the day.  I happily prepared breakfast for the family in the company of my daughter, who was very excited at the prospect of our trip.

 And suddenly I was stuck.

I said, “Dear, call Papa, I’m stuck.” My daughter seemed confused at this pronouncement and countered, “How can you be stuck, Mamma? You’re standing!”

“Please don’t argue. Call Papa, I’m stuck!” I almost screamed.

Totally confused now, my daughter called hubby dear. And the look on his face was a hyperbole of bewilderment. “I am stuck,” I repeated, nearly in tears. “Please help me!” Hubby first tried to hold and drag me, but the stabbing pain that shot through me almost made me faint. He realized then that I was not joking.

The next 5 minutes was spent figuring out how to get to the sofa that was twenty steps away from the kitchen. After much drama, my husband and I accomplished this. But now, I was stuck to it. Like the Incy Wincy Spider climbing up the spout, I made innumerable attempts to sit up on the sofa on my own. Every time, the excruciating pain made me drop back on the sofa, like the tireless spider falling from the spout.

That sofa gave me a glimpse of the life I would have to spend if I wasn’t ever able to move again. Within a few minutes, I got a taste of the pain of thousands of people who are forced to live a crippled life. Tears rolled down my face. I wanted to get up and take charge of my life, I wanted to be out of the sofa that very instant. I tried and failed, yet again.

My daughter was hovering around me, worried to see her mom lying on the sofa like an invalid. I was not the only thing she was anxious about, it turned out: “Will we go on vacation, Mamma?”  “Yes dear, I’ll be up and running in a couple of hours.” I replied. She didn’t seem as sure.

The next hurdle was how to reach the hospital. My husband gave me whatever painkillers we had at home. None of them worked. I was still unable to sit or stand. Finally, he proposed that the best option would be to call an ambulance.

I opposed the idea vehemently. There was no way I would go in an ambulance. “Ambulances aren’t for people like me,” I protested. Whatever that meant.

We called a friend who spent the next hour futilely trying to find a doctor who made house calls. So, finally, the ambulance had to be called for.

Meanwhile, my bladder was almost ready to burst. The twenty steps to the toilet seemed like more than a mile. So, now the target was revised to getting to the toilet. My hubby put his thinking hat on and rolled me to the toilet on his wheeled work chair. Dire necessity sure is the mother of invention! The magical sense of relief, the sweetness of the memory once I reached my destination, still lingers on.

Since it wasn’t a life-threatening situation, the priority for our case was low. The ambulance arrived after two long hours. All the hesitation of traveling in an ambulance vanished when I saw the two tall and handsome paramedics who had come to take me to the hospital. And the icing on the cake was that they spoke English apart from their native German. I was almost blushing!

I agreed to be transported in a stretcher. The stretcher was lowered to the height of the sofa and I managed to pop myself from the sofa to the stretcher. Finally the big job was complete. I was ready to be tied and belted and rolled into the ambulance. There was a seat next to my stretcher and I asked if my husband could sit next to me. I asked him to take a photo of me in the ambulance. He just smiled.

Our vacation, of course, went for a toss. All our carefully laid plans for that fun trip turned into one to the hospital in an ambulance. It makes one think how uncertain life is! A ride; albeit not as bad as I had dreaded, but a ride, nevertheless, I would hope and wish for no one. Not even my enemies!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Nandita Ghosh works as a Software Engineer and is the proud mother of a young, talented daughter. She currently lives in Germany. Her passions include writing, painting and travelling. She loves to write poems as well as prose about the small joys of day-to-day life. If interested, please follow her on: https://nuancesofthemind.wordpress.com/

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