ive had the time, or rather the opportunity to write something for the first time in over a month and a bleeding half. its been fucked, the month that is.
and no this isnt im so exhausted and i broke up fucked , but more of a i was hospitalised for the exact duration of my exams with acute glomerulonephritis post streptococcal infection.
what that means, is that somehow, a bunch of bacteria with an attitude gave me a throat infection.
and then, as if making me wince everytime i eat wasnt bad enough, they hit my kidneys.
severe kidney infection. complete with the almost complete loss of ability to breathe, peeing blood, and the coup de grace, my body began to retain water and i looked like a bullfrog in mating season.
end result, a bleeding week in a hospital, an entire day on oxygen, 15 blood tests, 20, yes 20 urine tests and food without salt or protein for almost 2 weeks.
ive lost all that weight now, and then some.
still feel the exhaustion sometimes,
on the bright side though, the attention was kinda cool. plus i got to travel in a wheelchair.
REALLY dont know why im telling you this.
p.s if youre ever seriously sick in mumbai, go to saifee hosital off charni road station
doctors are amazing, its state of the art and i had a better view of the queens necklace than mukesh friggin ambani.
Celebrations!
1 week ago
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A man named Finite awoke and found himself in a sinkhole full of quick sand. He was sinking very slowly and knew that he would meet certain death.
A man came along who had holes in his hands. The man threw Finite a rope and told him to grab it and he would pull him to safety.
Finite looked at the holes in the man’s hands and said, “Your not real.” “It is not scientifically possible for a man to live who has holes in his hands.
The man with the holes in his hands looked at the guy a little puzzled and said, “You are in a sinkhole and about to die. Your response to my help is to say I’m not real?”
Finite said, “Well, I like how warm the sand is and I really don’t want to get out. Second, I know I am having an illusion because it is not possible for a man to have holes in his hands and still help me out.” Therefore, morally I like my plight and scientifically, you don’t exist being a mere projection of my mind.
The man with the holes in his hands said, “Listen, I was sent here by my father to help people out so please let me help you! I will take you to my father’s mansion where you can enjoy life for eternity. Obviously, death was not able to hold me in the grave because the holes in my hands are proof that I overcame death. I now have the power to save you so grab the rope!”
Finite put his fingers in the ears and said, “Now I know I am hearing things because there is no such thing as eternal life…Everyone dies so I am going to take my turn and just enjoy this warm sand until the end.”
The man with the holes in his hand said, “If you won’t grab the rope, then I won’t be able to help you…please, please take the rope and I can pull you out. Have faith my friend.”
A few moments later Finite sunk into the quick sand and out of sight. Finite was surprised that he did not die as expected. He just sat there surrounded by sand, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to talk with his fingers in his ears. Finite tried to comfort himself by thinking, “I would rather stay here for eternity than believe that the man with the holes in His hand could help me. Faith in that mirage is irrational!!
So Finite sat in the quicksand for eternity. Day in and day out for eternity Finite was always thinking about the man with the holes in his hands. He would comfort himself thinking, “It was better to not have faith than to believe something that didn’t make sense.”
The man with the holes in His hands continued to call him for the rest of eternity; however, Finite could not hear his voice because he had plugged his ears.
The Lesson
If you are not with Jesus, you will be thinking about Him for eternity anyway… so have faith.
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