"I am so happy you enjoyed your trip to the exhibition and also impressed, knowing your track record."
I am impressed too! And it got me thinking back in time..I was in my second or third year of undergrad when my mom was hospitalised for a surgery. It was not really serious, but a first experience for me. I go to the hospital in the morning when the doctors are just wheeling her out of the O.T., post-surgery. My mom is just waking up from anesthesia then. Just seeing her like that, being wheeled out and the whole atmosphere- disturbed me a bit. I followed the doctors to her room and next thing I knew I was on the floor and there were five doctors and nurses hovering over me . I had passed out and my poor mum had to be left unattended. They got me some fluids and sent me packing. The hospital was at one end of the city, and I guess we all attributed it to all the traveling in the sun, the stress etc. It was no biggie. I return that afternoon with lunch for my father- this time my mom is still drugged, and has all these i.v hook ups and what not. My father is happy that I had come and he could eat some food and catch a nap. But of course, I had my own agenda. One look at my mom, and yes, ladies and gentlemen, I could not deal with it and did my little faint and crash to floor routine again!! Again nurses had to rush to my rescue, in the middle of taking care of my mom. Twice in the same day! This time I also broke my glasses. Father decided that this was just getting out of hand, not to mention expensive, and banned me from coming to the hospital again.
And to think my mom wanted me to become a doctor. This became a standing joke in the family.
Then 4 years ago, one of my closest friends H, here, was pregnant. It was the day of her big ultrasound in her second trimester- the one to ensure everything was going well with the baby and mother, and where you can also tell the sex of the baby if you wanted to. Well- H's husband had to go out of town so she asked me to go with her. I was honoured. After a nice breakfast I drive with her to the hospital. We're in the examination room, and the doctor has hooked her up to the little screen- and suddenly, I can see this teeny tiny fetus in her belly, we could make out the little toes, fingers ...monitor the baby's heartbeat. It was beautiful! I was standing by H who was lying down.. holding her hand, marveling at it all.. I was so overwhelmed...and suddenly found myself go dizzy and sank quietly to the floor. Luckily for me, I happened to be already leaning against a wall. This was a split second thing, and I recovered in a few seconds. I decided to be quiet about it. When we left, H told me that she felt my hand go cold all of a sudden and wondered why. I confessed to her what had happened, and we laughed at the irony of it all! So much for taking me for support..
For all this drama, when my grandfather was hospitalized while I was doing my masters, I stayed with him in the hospital for nearly a month during his last days. I nursed him, took care of his medications, feeding him through those tubes and what not. Never once did I feel faint or dizzy while witnessing all kinds of procedures they carried out on him. Given my history, my relatives would always be surprised to find me at the hospital when they came to visit my grandfather. I am still amazed that I didn't have a single faint-and-crash episode those days. Indeed, we surprise ourselves, often not knowing our hidden strengths and what we are capable of, should the situation demand it.