I don't understand why this topic has been looming in my mind these days ... maybe 'cos, I was a guest to the hospitality provided by them. Spital in Romania, Sjukhus in Sweden and हस्पताल in India ... as per dictionary, all three of them are institutions where sick or injured persons are given medical or surgical treatment.
As a child, I was always perturbed by the smell in hospitals and also the fact that the "evil" nurses would mercilessly stick a needle into me and take gallons of blood from an already anaemic person. My theatrical skills were best displayed and developed during such visits.
Me and Hub-e had a small honeymoon package arranged by one of the premier hospitals in the city. They were kind enough to arrange a nice, private, AC room, with TV and fridge (I still don't know why that Refrigerator was there since both of us were under the dictatorship of the dietician there and were provided healthy, bland, tasteless food by the hospital canteen). It really was a sweet experience. That’s the day I understood how much my Hub-e loved me and wanted to share and take part in my life. Both of us would cry out loudly when they inserted needles into our hands for IV. Admonished by the staff nurses on being such babies, we always had a competition going on about who was more babyish.
As a child, I was always perturbed by the smell in hospitals and also the fact that the "evil" nurses would mercilessly stick a needle into me and take gallons of blood from an already anaemic person. My theatrical skills were best displayed and developed during such visits.
Me and Hub-e had a small honeymoon package arranged by one of the premier hospitals in the city. They were kind enough to arrange a nice, private, AC room, with TV and fridge (I still don't know why that Refrigerator was there since both of us were under the dictatorship of the dietician there and were provided healthy, bland, tasteless food by the hospital canteen). It really was a sweet experience. That’s the day I understood how much my Hub-e loved me and wanted to share and take part in my life. Both of us would cry out loudly when they inserted needles into our hands for IV. Admonished by the staff nurses on being such babies, we always had a competition going on about who was more babyish.
And yours truly won the contest hands down!
How can I forget the fact that we were the “Joke of the Day” for the hospital. Maybe it was for the first time they had seen a couple lying on adjacent beds making eyes at each other, or the fact that the young nurses found my Hub-e irresistibly cute. We had hordes of visitors every 15 minutes or so, 5-6 nurses will peek into our room, start blushing and smiling and then go off. Everytime this happened on the first day, me and Hub-e will look at each other with big eyes and asking the same question, “Were we doing something naughty? ;)”
The second day, we got the better of them. The moment they opened the door, we would beam our best Colgate and Pepsodent smiles at them. Omigosh, it didn’t work either. Their blushes grew pinker and smiles so wide that we could actually see their gums. Poor Hub-e had to bear the brunt of it since all our uninvited visitors were girls and the poor, tired, unwell me, asked him where he had met them earlier. A good cricketer that he is, he batted well and I had to concede the game to him.
The third and final day arrived. By this time, the room had become our second home. We felt so sad leaving it. Me more so, ‘cos for three days, I didn’t have to bother about cooking, cleaning or the maid. Everything was taken care of and I was the queen of Room no. 408. The PR person arrived and handed over a feedback form to me. I asked her the question me and Hub-e were dying to know the answer of. Why so many peeping visitors? And she said ……
“(blushing)…. Actually, you two are such a cute pair …. (blushing further) … and the complete staff room is abuzz about how nice you both look … (a blushing and furtive glance at Hub-e) … so, that’s why they all wanted to come and see you once. He He He!. Hope you had a comfortable stay at Yashoda Hospital”
Ahem! Any comments?
How can I forget the fact that we were the “Joke of the Day” for the hospital. Maybe it was for the first time they had seen a couple lying on adjacent beds making eyes at each other, or the fact that the young nurses found my Hub-e irresistibly cute. We had hordes of visitors every 15 minutes or so, 5-6 nurses will peek into our room, start blushing and smiling and then go off. Everytime this happened on the first day, me and Hub-e will look at each other with big eyes and asking the same question, “Were we doing something naughty? ;)”
The second day, we got the better of them. The moment they opened the door, we would beam our best Colgate and Pepsodent smiles at them. Omigosh, it didn’t work either. Their blushes grew pinker and smiles so wide that we could actually see their gums. Poor Hub-e had to bear the brunt of it since all our uninvited visitors were girls and the poor, tired, unwell me, asked him where he had met them earlier. A good cricketer that he is, he batted well and I had to concede the game to him.
The third and final day arrived. By this time, the room had become our second home. We felt so sad leaving it. Me more so, ‘cos for three days, I didn’t have to bother about cooking, cleaning or the maid. Everything was taken care of and I was the queen of Room no. 408. The PR person arrived and handed over a feedback form to me. I asked her the question me and Hub-e were dying to know the answer of. Why so many peeping visitors? And she said ……
“(blushing)…. Actually, you two are such a cute pair …. (blushing further) … and the complete staff room is abuzz about how nice you both look … (a blushing and furtive glance at Hub-e) … so, that’s why they all wanted to come and see you once. He He He!. Hope you had a comfortable stay at Yashoda Hospital”
Ahem! Any comments?
