This morning Lekha and I had gone across to look up Radhan chettan who has been brought back from the hospital. His Creatinine count has come down to a trifle above 7 after two dialysis sessions and he seemed to be okay, fully alert during conversations. His speech, however, is slurred probably because of the medicines that are being administered.
He's bedridden, as of now, owing to a general weakness caused by less food intake. He'll be taken to the hospital, after a week, to undergo another session of dialysis to bring down the Creatinine levels further. His request to me to kill him to save him from the miserable existence of being bedridden spurred my counter as to who'd help me from landing up in jail for the offence, silenced him from further thoughts on that line. And no, neither has he given up his zest for life nor has he banished positive thoughts - the essentials required for speedy improvement.
To my suggestion that I'd like to have him, as company, for the Neelamperoor pooram in September, he said that he'd love to do the trip. What I liked was his observation that I talked and behaved like Muthachhan - genetic inheritance, I suppose though I wasn't aware of it personally till now! His mom, Maheshwari peramma, is starting from Bangalore tomorrow evening and he's looking forward to her visit. I'm sure her presence, albeit for a short while, will be a much badly needed tonic for his recovery.
Sathi chechi had recounted his request to his sons and daughters-in-law about looking after her as he'd not catered anything for her, as of now. Two of his sons, along with their wives, had come down from Neelamperoor to look him up at the hospital while he was in hospital. His eldest son has neither been in touch with him nor has he forgiven him for marrying a second time, leaving his mom in a lurch. The mom, incidentally, stays with him.
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Am the proud owner of Admiral Ronnie Pereira's biography, 'With Pride & Honour' - my complimentary copy - that was sent during my absence on the yatra. The Admiral was the Deputy Commandant of the NDA during my first term out there. I'd written an anecdote on him about how he'd caught me during a morning fall-in - within the first week of my joining - for fumbling while reciting the Academy prayer. He'd ensured that I learnt it by heart that very same day and always used to acknowledge me at every event that we came across subsequently. He really had an elephantine memory! He shall always remain as one of the architects of what I am today.
Tailpiece.
Lekha's persistent cough is another source of worry. The medicine prescribed by Padmanabha Shenoy has not had much effect and it's damn sad to hear her cough all through the night. We've decided that she switches over to a course of the ENT specialist, Harindra Babu's medicines from tomorrow onward. If that doesn't work, she'll have to be taken to the pulmonologist.
He's bedridden, as of now, owing to a general weakness caused by less food intake. He'll be taken to the hospital, after a week, to undergo another session of dialysis to bring down the Creatinine levels further. His request to me to kill him to save him from the miserable existence of being bedridden spurred my counter as to who'd help me from landing up in jail for the offence, silenced him from further thoughts on that line. And no, neither has he given up his zest for life nor has he banished positive thoughts - the essentials required for speedy improvement.
To my suggestion that I'd like to have him, as company, for the Neelamperoor pooram in September, he said that he'd love to do the trip. What I liked was his observation that I talked and behaved like Muthachhan - genetic inheritance, I suppose though I wasn't aware of it personally till now! His mom, Maheshwari peramma, is starting from Bangalore tomorrow evening and he's looking forward to her visit. I'm sure her presence, albeit for a short while, will be a much badly needed tonic for his recovery.
Sathi chechi had recounted his request to his sons and daughters-in-law about looking after her as he'd not catered anything for her, as of now. Two of his sons, along with their wives, had come down from Neelamperoor to look him up at the hospital while he was in hospital. His eldest son has neither been in touch with him nor has he forgiven him for marrying a second time, leaving his mom in a lurch. The mom, incidentally, stays with him.
* * *
Am the proud owner of Admiral Ronnie Pereira's biography, 'With Pride & Honour' - my complimentary copy - that was sent during my absence on the yatra. The Admiral was the Deputy Commandant of the NDA during my first term out there. I'd written an anecdote on him about how he'd caught me during a morning fall-in - within the first week of my joining - for fumbling while reciting the Academy prayer. He'd ensured that I learnt it by heart that very same day and always used to acknowledge me at every event that we came across subsequently. He really had an elephantine memory! He shall always remain as one of the architects of what I am today.
Tailpiece.
Lekha's persistent cough is another source of worry. The medicine prescribed by Padmanabha Shenoy has not had much effect and it's damn sad to hear her cough all through the night. We've decided that she switches over to a course of the ENT specialist, Harindra Babu's medicines from tomorrow onward. If that doesn't work, she'll have to be taken to the pulmonologist.
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