Last week, I could not participate in the ‘Thursday Doors’ as I was stuck in the hospital. And though, after seeing my blood pressure at 180/110, the doctor had repeated for the nth time, that it was a minor procedure, I wondered if I would get out to share another post. I’m not exaggerating. I’m just saying, after being given general anaesthesia, do you really know if you’ll wake up? If you do wake up, yayy! If you don’t then, well, that’s it, right?
Anyway, I’m happy to be back and to be able to share the remaining of my Fort Kochi doors. Today’s doors are unlike the ruins I shared the week before last.
Here are some more doors and actually the last of my Fort Kochi collection. The European (Portuguese, Dutch and British) influence on the island in Kerala, India, is obvious from these doors.
Lastly, here is the door to the ward, I was put in, last week. We hadn’t booked a room in advance (I had no idea we had to do that). So, on the date of the surgery, we were told that there was a waiting list for single rooms and two of the floors in the hospital had covid patients. Like a lamb, I followed the nurse into a dimly lit room. She pointed to a bed in the corner. As there were no sheets on it, I sat on a vacant chair beside the bed. Two ward boys came in to put sheets on the bed and profusely apologized for not putting it in time and told me “Ma’am if you need anything, please ring the bell.” I nodded, confused with the hotel-like service at the hospital. All I wanted, was to get out as soon as possible. I sat at the edge of the freshly made bed, waiting for my husband to come in. One step in and turning around, he asked me to step out. I did, without question- I tend to be very docile when I am in ‘patient’ mode.
Before leaving for the twin-sharing room for which the hospital had charged us but had put me in the room for the needy, I took a picture of this door to the ward as a reminder of my experience at this well-known hospital in Mumbai.
I’m linking this post to Dan’s Thursday Doors challenge.