• Oh No! my hands are wrinkled

    Wrinkled hands are a sign of aging.

    But the wrinkles don’t come overnight. It is a slow insidious process.

    I first found out my hand was aging when my engagement ring fitted snuggly on my Pinkie. After years of having my ring finger ballooning on either side of the twinkly diamonds, I decided to move the ring  to the little finger. And now it was getting snug for that too.

    More was to come when I spotted the first wrinkle on my hand. Out came all the hand lotions onto my bedside table, dressing table and even near the kitchen sink.

    But, gradually my hands became wrinkly and crinkly despite the various hand creams I so diligently applied.

    Over the years I began using gloves to do work and even got a machine to do the clothes and dishes. It came to a point where I used my hands sparingly. Like bathing, dressing up, apply/ remove makeup. Of course, I also used them to type and eat . But basically I avoided using them for dirty work.

    Yet the wrinkles didn’t stop.

    Oh no! Where are the wrinkles?

    Till last month when suddenly they became so smooth and turgid that my fingers looked like luscious Oxford sausages stuck on to a fat potato!

    With my wrist encased in a cast and my shoulder operated upon, all the trauma descended to my hand.

    “Pump your fingers into a fist ” roared Dr. D . “Else your hand will remain like this ”

    I was terrified! Immediately I began looking for the smiley balls that the little ones had got from school .

    “That’s mine’s , ” says Ms.Papaya,” but you can have it .”

    “You can have mine too,” says Little Po. But this was promptly appropriated by Wow Dinga who like all boys thinks that balls are meant to be flung.

    So for two weeks I have been diligently squeezing the ball every waking moment. While reading a book, while eating, while typing. By day end I’m quite exhausted. The ball doesn’t seem to yield.

    But when I saw the first wrinkle on my hand I was thrilled! Finally, my hand is coming back.


    Wrinkly hands were just the start of my recovery. There was more to come in the weeks ahead.

    Happy weekend all

    Ciao

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  • Gaining Consciousness

    A stitch in time

    My surgery was supposedly simple . The surgeon would insert three scopes inside my shoulder and repair the tear. It was literally a stitch in time that saves nine .

    The 5 cm long tear required three implants to anchor the tendons to the bone so there were more than just one stitch.

    And all this was done under general anaesthetia.

    Consciously unconscious

    Any body who has had surgery will tell you that the most anxious part of the procedure is going under anaesthesia.

    Every one has their own story to tell. Very few people recall pleasant stories . Anaesthesia is a process by where you are unconscious but consciously so . In other words, you are knocked out so that you are oblivious to what is happening.

    Luckily for me I’ve had anaesthesia more than half a dozen times in my life . I’ve literally tracked its progress from a chloroform mask to the IV fluids of today .

    But what did worry me was what I would say during my waking up time .

    I’d heard that patients coming back to consciousness often babble stuff. Often their innermost secrets .

    Anna Shetty was going to attend the surgery as an observer and was apprehensive about what I’d do unconsciously. It’s bad enough that I’d embarrassed her any number of times when I was fully conscious!

    Coming back to consciousness

    When I woke up , I was back in the pre-op. Only this time I was on the opposite side of the room and very obviously post-op .

    It was done !

    As I came back to consciousness I was asked:

    “What is your favourite thing in the world ?”

    “My iPhone ” I mumbled.

    Anna Shetty knew I’d regained consciousness for sure .

    Learnings from this experience

    • Do not listen to horror stories before you go for an operation
    • There is no need to fear anaesthesia
    • Have faith and confidence in the people treating you

    It is now exactly four weeks since my surgery. My arm is still in a sling and the shoulder immobilised.

    Recovery is still a long way away .

    Till next week,

    Ciao

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  • Not just a simple accident

    Two weeks later I learnt that mine was not a simple accident. I had a rotator cuff tear of the right shoulder. An immediate repair or a possible joint replacement was the verdict.

    So surgery it was.

    After identifying, the doctor and his availability, we checked the hospital for availability. Luckily both were. Dr. Abhay Narvekar agreed to operate at Mumbai’s Global Hospital.

    With my surgery scheduled for the earliest possible date, I found that there was a lot of last-minute stuff to do.

    For instance, even though I was covered by a Cashless insurance policy, it was better to get the paperwork done before the actual admission. This was to prevent any last-minute surprises.

    My mom’s road accident taught me that a housewife’s life had no real value and that she only got some compensation because she was otherwise employed as a teacher!

    While mine was an accidental fall, it wasn’t an “accident”. It was more of a mishap. Luckily I had a Mediclaim Policy from Bajaj Allianz. Even though this isn’t a sponsored post, I’d like to acknowledge their swift and prompt action.

    Call the cops

    Anna Shetty accompanied me to the hospital and while she narrated the incident, the doctor’s ears perked up when he learnt it was a domestic accident.

    “Did you inform the police ?”

    “No,”

    “Well, this isn’t a straightforward admission. We have to intimate the police. ” I thought I heard the words medico and legal as we continued with the paperwork.

    Later on, the neighborhood police station called Hubby Dear testify that it was well and truly an accident and not a case of domestic abuse!

    Poor chap! He was miles away in another town when this happened.

    Learnings from this accident

    • An accident involving a toddler or a senior citizen has to be reported to the police.
    • A Mediclaim policy is a must for everyone. I never thought I’d need any hospitalisation as I don’t have any health issues as such. But this surgery has turned out even more expensive than ALL my medical expenses incurred in the past 60 years.
    • It always helps to have a family doctor you can trust to guide you through the medical process else you face a real run around. I am blessed to have all kinds of specialists in my family ranging from my 88-year-old Dermatologist father to Anna Shetty my anaesthetist daughter. And with an orthopedic son in law, ENT and Ophthalmologist sisters in law, Pediatrician, Gynecologist and Cardiologist brothers in law , Dentists and a pathologist in the extended family, I am truly covered.

    Have a great weekend !

    Ciao,

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