I
have been fidgeting all day. My heart is yet to settle in its usual rhythm even
hours after the meeting. My legs were a jelly and I could hardly move about without support.
“There is nothing to be afraid of. Stop being nervous,”
a voice said. How can I not? After all things like this do not happen every day,
do they?
I
went about my duties at work half-dazed as if in a trance. I spoke twice the
usual with a voice so loud, it made me wonder if it was really me who was
talking. Probably it was a way to cover up my nerves that were forcing its way
out. Truth to be told, I have a hard time reeling it in.
“We
will leave Sunday night and should be back in two days,” another voice proposed.
“Will
two days be enough? May be you should stay another day,” said someone else.I
could hardly take the details in. I wished I could prolong the inevitable.
But it does not seem like I could ever since I met my ortho surgeon today morning.
But it does not seem like I could ever since I met my ortho surgeon today morning.
“Look,
more you prolong the surgery longer it
is going to take to heal your knee,” my doctor’s voice said. “There is nothing
to be afraid of. ACL reconstruction is only a minor procedure and you will
be able to walk in no time,” he assured. “Your legs will no longer turn into a
jelly,” he smirked.
“The name surgery alone is making you nervous. But do
not worry people with worse injuries and older than you have undergone the surgery and are playing football now. Just relax and I will see you in two days,” he
concluded.
