OF HOSPITALS, MOTHER-IN-LAWS, AND METALLIC PLATES (200 words)
By Neel Anil Panicker
Hospitals are like certain pesky mother-in-laws. I hate the sight of one.
‘We need to examine you in detail. You’ll be admitted’, the woman in white says as she shoves a piece of paper. I peer into some pre-Christian era lithographic inscriptions that clearly my University forgot to teach; for sure, it’s not a love letter; instead are drawings of my broken left arm in different angles of disuse.
I am wheeled into a depressingly green hospital bed where my metamorphosis from an honorable eighty kilos to a deplorable seventy happens in a jiffy.
For the next 24 hours my body becomes the happy playground of fat bodied nurses who poke, stoke and provoke suspicious looking coloured concoctions into nonexistent veins.
I open my eyes to find myself stretched out like a hapless frog as six pairs of eyes, knives in hand, glare at me.
They swoop down to swear and scream, cut and then shove a metallic plate the size of a geometric ruler deep into my elbow.
Much later, I wake up to an empty room.
I sight a glass on the table.
‘Half full, half empty. Water, no water, poison, elixir. Fuck you, I am beyond caring.’
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Hospitals give me that kind of feeling too.