Dear kid,Thank you for smiling at me yesterday,it made all the difference,even before I could meet my doctor.
I'll pray for you.
Get well soon.
Love,
Radhika.
Kids can REALLY make you feel so much better at times.
So there was this kid I met at the hospital yesterday.He came and sat next to me( between his mother and me ie.). He was panting,and that freaked me out,completely,because I knew what he was going through,the familiar suffering,he too had Asthama,I just knew,but I did not ask him anything.
He saw my inhaler lying on the couch and asked,"Oh,you use it too?" I smiled and said,"Oh Hey,yeah well,I do too,Asthama.".
We started talking,shared our pain and misery,while our mothers stared at us in utter bewilderment. ( It was a bit weird afterall,I guess. : )
We could barely talk,he was midway through an attack and I had had a near fatal one just 10 minutes back,but we still spoke,as much as we could. It was comforting,and I think he felt that too.
Then,all of a sudden,he started coughing,WILDLY. I could tell it was a bad one,go through it every other hour afterall. I asked him,"Havent you got your inhaler or something? You're coughing so badly,its scary!". He pointed towards his mother with a smile and said in a ridiculous tone,"Yeah well,she FORGOT to get it." I could only smile,I told him,''Hey don't worry okay? It'l get better real soon,we're at the hospital!".
Then his mom started talking to me,she asked me,"Are you able to sleep at night?"I told her,"No its pretty bad these days,I've been nebulised twice,and its not helping,not the least bit,no. I get up three to four times each night." to which she promptly replied,"He's been up all night."I felt bad,REALLY BAD,the poor kid,a cute,small little 6thie. :(
She then asked me,"How long have you had it?" I told her,"Since I was in 2nd standard" the kid said,"10 years? Omg." He was amused,shocked and scared,and I could just so see that. But I couldn't do anything,nothing to make him feel better so I smiled,yet again. He then asked me " Which class are you in now?" When I tld him that I just passed school,it was almost like he'd jump up any moment and be like "Woah man. Wicked. That sucks!".
He had to go then,his turn had come,he went to see his doctor.He came out minutes later,kinda relieved,saw me,kept walking,he was probably told to get nebulised. He went even before I could see my doctor,he smiled at me before he left the lobby.
I was touched.
He made me feel so much better and I couldn't even thank him for that,because just that moment,I had to go and meet my doctor.He made such a huge difference.
I send him all my love,and good wishes and a truckload of huge hugs ( duh! ).
You rock kid.
Love you.
