The Irony
When a newly married couple board a flight, escape nagging and pampering relatives who want to know if ground work has been done for that adorable little girl, cross the Atlantic to the Land of BIG Opportunities, settle into a cozy house by the pine woods one would expect many things to rise in such a setting.
Au contraire, the only thing that has risen is The Mr's temperature. He is running a high fever for the past two days and the doting wife that i have transmorgified into, i have been pampering him with home made concoctions to ease that headache (thanks to ISD calls) and cold, making spicy Pepper rasam for that throat, all in vain. The fever refuses to subside.
This country amazes me. The same situation in India, all i need to do is hire an auto, bundle him into it, take him to the doc and presto! he would have been cured or atleast told what is ailing him two days back.[The grammar is pretty bad in that sentence but hey! blame it on Jet Lag!]
But in the US of A, we are forced to call up the Dr, book an appointment and wait in pure agony till that darn receptionist says "Mr. Natarajan, you may go in now". Sigh! If you call this luxury, i'd rather live in poverty.
More updates on The Mr's health after our visit to the cute Muslim doc (now you know why i so badly wanted him to get well on those concoctions alone) this afternoon. Time now for breakfast...wheat bread, peanut butter, orange juice :)
Au contraire, the only thing that has risen is The Mr's temperature. He is running a high fever for the past two days and the doting wife that i have transmorgified into, i have been pampering him with home made concoctions to ease that headache (thanks to ISD calls) and cold, making spicy Pepper rasam for that throat, all in vain. The fever refuses to subside.
This country amazes me. The same situation in India, all i need to do is hire an auto, bundle him into it, take him to the doc and presto! he would have been cured or atleast told what is ailing him two days back.[The grammar is pretty bad in that sentence but hey! blame it on Jet Lag!]
But in the US of A, we are forced to call up the Dr, book an appointment and wait in pure agony till that darn receptionist says "Mr. Natarajan, you may go in now". Sigh! If you call this luxury, i'd rather live in poverty.
More updates on The Mr's health after our visit to the cute Muslim doc (now you know why i so badly wanted him to get well on those concoctions alone) this afternoon. Time now for breakfast...wheat bread, peanut butter, orange juice :)
posted by Kumari at 7:10 AM
5 Comments:
Hope he gets well soon !! I know how wierd it can seem to fall sick there. It was pretty tough even in an University environment. Take care, dearest poet ;)
To a girl who grew up to be a lovable wife.... :) hope u guesssed who it is ....
yeppo yengalluku call panna pora.... number kodu will call u ponc/kumari :)waiting to talk to u
take care of somu and u be in good health
tata
reply and keep guessing
Can't agree more, I don't mind waiting for 3 hours in our Dr.Gopal's office but I do mind the rigmarole they make us go through here!
Hi PonC,
Congrats on ur wedding!!!
How are u? How are things for u? Great to know that u are in the US of A. Do mail me ur contact number. Shall call u sometime. Its been a long time since we spoke.
Wishing ur Mr. a speedy recovery
Arun (Bumbum)
@Vignesh: He is better now. Thanks :)
@Anon: This must be Mrs & Mr. Kumaran! Well i did mail you asking for number n u are yet to reply. DO that fast.
@RS: Talk about it! The receptionist called this afternoon and refused to tell me what is wrong/right with him. They just fixed an appointment. Damn The Wife has no say whatsoever :)
@Bumbum: Hey! that is indeed a surprise. Sure, will buzz ya soon. How is the you doing?
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