Anyone Find This Fun?

Okay so how many of you like driving?

Yep, yep, I see some hands in the air.

So which one is it? You like to drive a bike or a scooter or a car?

All right, so now that you’ve had your pick, how fast do you like to go? If you ask me, I like to drive my Nashira – yes, that’s what I call my Honda Activa. I named my beautiful burgundy scooter in love of my protagonist who stars in my fantasy series. So I like to drive Nashira around, going to the groceries or wherever I can that doesn’t stray far from home, and sometimes take my friends or cousin sisters for a ride too. They climb up enthusiastically, in a Yay, I’m gonna ride behind Ishu. It’ll be fun! or Oh, thank God, I don’t have to drive today. I get to enjoy the view way. And then a few moments into the road, they usually tap my shoulder and go, ‘Sweetie, you’re a lovely person but is there any chance you can outstrip that bicycle that just pedalled past us?’

‘Nope,’ I reply. Because I never have any intention of letting that speedometer cross 40.

How do you like to drive? Do you enjoy the wind in your hair as you fly across the road or are you like me, keeping the speed below 40?

I think there are a certain number of people who love the former, applying the principle to two-wheelers as well as four-wheelers. I know how absolutely wonderful it must be to just step on it and have the kiss of nature caress your skin and hair. I mean, just look at the vision around you. People, buildings and animals flashing past. And when you’re on the highway, you have fields and other vehicles at high speed flashing past. The velocity accelerated can even dissolve your negative and dark thoughts, even if it is temporary.

I can understand why you would like to race the speed of wind.

It’s just so fun, isn’t it? Just damn cool and damn fun to watch the needle on the speedometer cross one huge number after the other.

But have you ever considered if racing the wind is actually worth it?

Have you considered going by the words, ‘Oh come on, let’s step on it a little more … What’s it gonna take?’ is really a sensible decision?

In one particular case, I’ll tell you what it’s gonna take.

It’s going to take away the freedom to walk for a while, an estimation of around a month and a half. Anyone find the idea of being bed-ridden for almost 50 days without being able to turn this way and that without hurting a fractured bone appealing? Anyone find that fun when it was just oh sooooooo fun to dash across the roads and highways?

Anyone find it’s fun to be locked up in the hospital – the keys being your fractured clavicle (collar bone), fractured spine and torn intestines – and stare up at the ceiling all day?

Anyone find it’s fun to go through three surgeries?

Anyone find it’s fun to not be able to get up and relieve your bladder and rectum inside the lavatory and watch as someone else cleans you up?

Anyone find it’s fun to not walk into the shower and soap your own body and shampoo your own hair instead of having to sigh and roll over for someone to wipe you down with a hot water soaked towel?

Anyone find it’s fun to have four tubes stuck into your body?

Anyone find it’s fun to starve for two or three days, waiting until the aftermath of the abdominal surgery deems you fit to eat?

Anyone find it’s fun to not be able to eat everything you ever want?

Anyone find it’s fun to not dance?

Anyone find it’s fun have a shooting pain pierce the side of your thigh if you so as much shifted your body the wrong way?

Anyone find it’s fun to throw up bile juice thrice a night, losing all your sleep to the punches your abdomen is receiving from God-Knows-What?

Anyone find it’s fun to have people leave your side to go home after they just had a laugh with you beside your hospital bed? Anyone find it’s fun to desperately wish you could jump off the bed and go home as well?

Anyone find it’s fun to miss out on group tours and a close sister’s wedding because you are not supposed to travel or climb stairs?

Anyone find it’s fun to look at photos of yourself looking radiant and standing on your feet as you’re just lying there on the bed, not in any position to sit up?

Anyone find it’s fun to watch videos of yourself dancing and skipping around while you’re in no position to let the soles of your feet touch the floor?

Anyone find it’s fun to look at the clear, perfect and scarless skin of your neck and collarbone in photos while sporting a dark mark from the seatbelt scraping against the exact spot as well as a surgery?

Anyone find it’s fun to have another set of tubes stuck inside you as a result of a second abdominal surgery? Anyone find it’s fun to restrain throwing a tantrum to get them out of you this instant, knowing it would be of no use?

Anyone find it’s fun to put up with a most annoying and unmanageable agony in your throat every time you swallow because you have a tube down your nose that goes through the food pipe down to your stomach?

Anyone find it’s fun to fist your hands and clench your jaws as you tell yourself not to scratch the itching skin underneath all that surgical dressing?

Anyone find it’s fun to not be able to take it and cry silently as they remove a very strong dressing, the process which feels like a hundred pins are stabbing your skin at the same time?

Anyone find it’s fun to control a scream as a wad of gauze soaked in anti-bacterial liquid swipes across the row of staples on your stomach, making them pierce the muscle underneath?

Anyone find it’s oh soooo fun to be thrilled by the speed of the vehicle you’re driving now?

[image error]Do you find this fun now? 

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If I save at least one person from going through all that by the message I wanted to convey, nothing can make me happier.