WOUNDS - A STORY BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The clock struck early afternoon, casting long shadows across the room where I sat on the edge of my bed. A sense of calm enveloped me, a tranquility interrupted only by the vibrant hues of the sky outside my window. The day seemed to hold promise, a silent agreement between me and the world.
After a light tea break, the tranquility shattered, replaced by an unexpected turn of events. The surgery, eagerly awaited, was postponed pending further investigations into the intricacies of my vascular system. Trusting in the expertise of my surgical team, I was ushered into a separate, luxurious air-conditioned room, a haven for contemplation.
Moments later, a figure, adorned in a black tie and pristine white uniform, materialized at my VIP room's entrance. Politeness hung in the air as he sought permission to enter. "May I come in, Sir?" he inquired. With a nod, I invited him inside.
The entrance swung wide open, revealing my son-in-law carrying a file brimming with my medical data. A collection meticulously gathered by another nurse, the file spoke volumes about the seriousness of the impending discussion.
Amidst the unfolding events, I posed a question, breaking the surface of the calm facade. "Can you explain the intricacies of my vascular system and its functionalities?" The room held its breath as he patiently unraveled the mysteries.
"The term 'vascular' pertains to vessels carrying blood throughout the human body. A vascular surgeon navigates conditions affecting these vessels, excluding the heart and brain." The intricate dance of words continued, leading to the revelation of CLTI—Chronic Limb-Threatening Ischemia.
The man with the black tie, a master of eloquence, delved into the diagnosis intricacies. The rare treatment demanded a comprehensive understanding, involving noninvasive studies and diagnostic imaging. The details unfolded like a suspenseful novel, each revelation deepening the plot.
Hours passed in conversation, the doctor weaving a narrative of heart disease and its ominous symptoms. A patient's relation, tasked with keeping me informed, showcased the hospital's commitment to my well-being.
As the narrative unfolded, the medical team made their entrance. Greetings exchanged, the doctor inquired about my well-being, setting the stage for what lay ahead. "You need to undergo an Angiography in a couple of days," he declared, revealing a crucial plot twist. Unfazed, I embraced the news, mentally preparing for the impending procedure.
The doctor's explanations continued, emphasizing the importance of objective hemodynamic tests. A handheld scanning device emerged, wielded by the staff nurse Jameela, scanning for signs of low blood pressure. The suspense heightened, the doctor assuring me, "Nothing to worry, we will take care of you and your limbs."
With the day's revelations settling in, a smile lingered within me, concealing the underlying tension. The narrative paused, leaving me in suspense, eager for the next chapter of this medical odyssey.
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