Ah Bombay!

You would think I'd have hated the fact that my hair looked like when Monica went to Barbados.
That I would have hated that in spite of taking at least 3 showers a day, I'd still feel all sticky and icky the whole time.
That I'd have hated having to walk in the hot hot weather, which made me all crabby (I become a terrible person in the heat. My otherwise *ahem* sweet and wonderful personality takes a violent turn if I'm subjected to aimless walking when it's 40 degrees in the shade and the humidity is 75%.)

But I miss it all!

I miss being able to sit at home and order everything. ( You name it, Bombay delivers it!)
I miss walking on the beach at midnight.
I miss walking into a hotel and spotting Bollywood stars ( I didn't technically spot one, but Salman Khan and I were in the same hotel at the same time. I missed him cos I decided that my eyes didn't have enough kohl and was in the ladies room at the time! But if anybody asks, I say we crossed paths and smiled at each other! *grin*) (and to think I don't even like the guy!)

I miss waking up and having a wonderful breakfast kept ready for me by the maid, who btw, forces me to eat more and to have tea even though I don't drink tea! (WHY are maids so expensive in Dxb?!)

I miss eating yummy Maharatrian food (anyone know of any maharastrian restaurants in Dubai? Gee! I wonder if anyone from dxb even reads this blog!).
I miss the hazar different types of restaurants there. And the alcohol that is so freely available everywhere! :D

I miss Dominos' chicken barbeque pizza. ( I know it's weird, but I doooo miss it!)

I miss having my closest friends around me, always ready to hug me when I'm feeling low, always ready to talk, always there for me. There.
In Bombay.

:o(

And yet...

Everything makes me cry, and
Yet, nothing makes me cry anymore.

Everything makes me want to write and
Yet, everything stops me from writing.

Everything I see makes me want to believe
But everything I've seen, makes me think again.

Why you don’t need Enemies

So you’re feeling all bugged and depressed and you call on a “friend” to feel better.
And what does he do? He steers the conversation round to how you need to lose weight.

Just when I thought I couldn’t get any more upset than I already was!

There are all kinds of love...

...and to reject all others cos one kind left you bitter just isn't right.

Too many things... Not enough time... AAHHH!

Okay then!

I've been busy busy busy!

After my surgery I was in bed for a week cos of a nasty viral infection (doc reckons I must've picked it up from the hospital when I was there for surgery!!). I've been through 2 doses of anti biotics already and the doc seems to think I need a third. I'm pretty certain these crazy docs probably have targets and OTE's to contend with!

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Anyway... my sis left (did I mention she was here for a month) and I had to drop her off to the airport thrice! The first time round, Emirates told us they were overbooked and if she could kindly take the next day's flight (same time, same flight, next day) then they were willing to compensate by giving a free round trip ticket from India to Dubai for her trouble. So she took it. And we went back home.

The next day, we went to the airport again, only to find out that the ticket issued was for the afternoon flight! So went back again. The next day, she finally managed to leave! I was with her while she was checking in, and my nutty sis handed over ALL of the tickets she had on hand instead of just the relevant one. The woman at the counter took a look at all the tickets...

Counter Lady: You had a flight yesterday?
Sis: Yeah, we missed that one.
Counter Lady: And you had one the day before as well?!
Me: Yeah, we didn't go on that one either.
*smile*

Me: Yeah, we're not very smart.

Thankfully, the lady thought we were cute, and she let us through, even though we had excess baggage.
See! Having a corny sense of humour works!

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Ok, I'm upset about this one.

I sold my car!

I'm relieved though, cos it was just costing me too much to maintain it and it needed too many repairs and all. So anyway... I sold it. Now I have no car... and a bitch of a rent-a-car bill!

*sigh*


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Oh, I'm going to be in Bombay from the 12th! :D
I hope to meet some super-duper bollywood heroes while I'm out there ! *fingers crossed*
Plus, of course, my friends.

I usually start sneezing the second I land in India and the damn cold lasts me till I step back into Dxb airport.
I'm hoping that the anti-histamines I have will help avoid this problem. I don't wanna walk around with red nose and have people call me Rudolph ( they always have the same damn joke!)

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Hope everyone else has a fantastic rest of the month! ( and I hope I do too!)

Ok, I have trust issues... WITH GOOD REASON!

I haaaaaate hospitals! Absolutely despise them!

What I hate so much is the helplessness of it all. And the way you have absolutely no control over anything. You just pray to God and leave yourself to the mercy of some stupid people who are only out to make money out of your illness.

I mean, the doc said the lump was just a small sebaceous cyst and I could go home in an hour. I got there at 10 am, for a "procedure" that was scheduled for 11am. They first put some white goop on the lump and made me wait for a few mins. I was in the emergency room on the ground floor and I was asked to follow a nurse to the second floor where they had a hallway indicating rooms as "regular", "VIP"and "VVIP"!! Can you believe they actually name them that?!
Sheesh!

They put me in a regular room of course.
The thing is, I never asked for a room and there was really no need for one. But cos I'm covered by insurance, they try to charge you for everything possible.

I was given a hospital robe to wear and they injected a test dose of anesthetic (which hurt like hell!) and I had to wait till 11: 45 till I was wheeled out (yes, wheeled out, they forced me on a wheelchair) back to the ground floor where the OT was.

Inside the OT there was another room where they again made me wait till about 12:30pm.
The doc was not in the picture the whole time of course. I had to deal with one unpleasant nurse after another and the wheelchair made me feel extremely angry, that and the damn hospital gown. Bloody hell! Hospitals should make you feel better, not worse! And I feel making someone wear a piece of cloth held together by bits of velcro and wheeling them when they are perfectly capable of walking is just a way of making them feel more helpless and vulnerble!

They started the surgery by giving me 4 injections of local anesthetic behind my ear, which hurt quite a bit, but was bearable. Then when I was all numbed out, the doc started with the whole thing of removing the lump. Halfway through the thing, I suddenly felt this sharp shooting pain from my ear all the way down to my elbow! I went Aahhhhhhh! and they all freaked out and jumped out of their skin and I screamed It's hurttttinnggggg! WHYYYY is it hurting? It's not supposed to hurtttt! The doc said "Err... I hit a nerve. Tell me if it hurts again, ok?" The rest of the surgery was spent in anticipation of the pain returning!

After the thing was over, the doc said "You gave us a scare!"
Excuse me?! I gave you a scare?! The idiot!

Anyway... the good doc now says that the lump does not seem to be a sebaceous cyst, he thinks it might be an infected lymph node! And that he'll know for sure after the biopsy.

So obviously, now I'm all freaked out again.
Although of course, the good doc says there's "nothing to worry about at all!"

Lumpy Ride

I have had this lump behind my ear for a while now and when I first went to the doctor about it, they told me it was an inflamed lymph node.
But then it has started hurting and the meds did not reduce the lump or the pain.
I went to a specialist and that doc said it’s a sebaceous cyst.
Sebaceous glands usually secrete some kinda oil which is required for the body, and mine has kinda OD-ed on something and is creating a lot more than necessary, which results in the lump behind my ear. So basically, I have a largish pimple, under my skin.

Doc says I have to have it surgically removed. It’s a small procedure which only involves local anesthesia, and he said that there’s nothing to worry about. I can actually go back home in an hour. So, that’s what I'm gonna do. I went to the doc this morning and now I'm waiting for my insurance company to approve the surgery. Then the hospital will give me a call and let me know when it can be done. My parents are here with me at the moment and my mum says she’s not gonna leave till after the surgery. So I won’t be alone while it happens, which is a relief, even though she’s gonna molly-coddle me like I'm dying or something!

The only thing I'm actually worried about is my trip to Bombay! *grin*
I'm supposed to go to Bombay on the 11th for work and then I planned on taking some time off to be with friends, and now I have my doubts about that happening.

So, please pray for me! Pray that the surgery goes well and that I'm fit and fine in time to go for my break! :D

Anyway, take care of your health everyone!