When Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

My time on this planet is much like a Bollywood movie - no less. With copious scoops of adventure, action, drama and some booster packs of  awesomeness, life has and still continues to be a dream that I get to experience day in - day out.

To read about the latest entry in the Atrocious book of adventure, we must rewind to the morning of Saturday the 14th of January. The roomie's girl was coming into town and being the doting boyfriend that he is, he promptly sent me to receive her from the railway station because she was carrying some heavy duty stuff and needed some help lifting.

After our hi's and hello's at the platform, we got on to business end of the morning and started walking homeward with the luggage. Winter mornings here can be tricky, especially the early morning dew on metal staircases. As luck would have it, we were climbing down one such metal staircase with heavy luggage to contend with and as expected I missed one step and went tumbling down face first on 4 other steps below to  come to a halt due to the blessed presence of friction 4 seconds later.

Mentally cursing my male ego, I thrust myself up before the missy could help me up and also looked around to check if any other passer's by had seen my moment of misadventure in real time, thankfully not. I felt no pain but was bleeding from from my chin, lips and my left index finger.

On being forcefully taken to a hospital by the roomie and his missy; I found myself ogling staring listening observantly to a blue eyed angelic looking 20 something brunette German doctor who was obviously impressed by my hold of conversant German. You have to believe me when I tell you she looked smokin hot and just when I was about to mentally drift off to the serene locales of Switzerland and New Zealand to sing duets with her she mercilessly brought me back to reality by poking the affected area on my left index finger and palm with her recently manicured half inch nails to leave me wincing in pain which I obviously could not extrapolate in words to her owing to my male ego; I said it does hurt quite a bit and needs attention. She then promptly proceeded to dress up the wounds and quite literally made a mouse hill look like a mountain covering up my entire left hand and rendering it unusable.

All hope was not lost when she asked me to come the following day to continue the course of treatment. I made double sure that she would be the attending doctor on call on Sunday before bidding her goodbye for the day. As my wretched luck would have it, I went in the following day(Sunday) to find a 50 something male doctor (her senior) with her waiting for me armed with a pair of gloves and a facial expression akin to Satan's with his metal staff. He gave me, what can only be described as the most painful bandage dressing I have ever experienced but as expected I had to underplay the pain to look macho. On leaving the room after their goodbye's, lets just say I vowed to stay away from a hospital for as long as humanly possible.       

             

Darn you - lethal combination of good looking doctor chicks and their merciless aged male seniors.