He was enjoying this. He’d never slept in a bed before. Always on the floor. With a bedroll, which was rolled away every morning to make place for the day.
Along with everyone else’s bedding. Along came Corona and of course he was hit. Along with everyone else in the hut. They shared everything. The communal drinking vatee on the matka. The old dalda tin for the toilet.
It took some getting used too. Sleeping on a platform 3 feet above the ground. He couldn’t move too much. Not with tubes going into him. Tubes coming out of him. Bags to see his fluid intake and output. Blood samples and urine samples. He could grow used to this. This food being brought to him in large quantities. This bed that propped into a chair.
The tubes came off as he got better. The doctor saab said he was jawan. That God had spared him. Soon the tubes came off.
He rolled off the bed in his sleep. That hurt. He was discharged immediately. The doctor saab said that if he had the energy to roll off his bed he was well enough to go home.
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3 comments:
Wot de fark men! At las we lern dat wot mummy was saying was right.
OK. Wot 2 du. We all got 2 go sum dey. Today. 2 Moro, whensoever! Wot de fark men 😋
Hmmmm..
Like your blogs Clem
I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Poor chap!!!
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