Wednesday, August 6

Saving my Skin

Age is catching up with me, is it??

oh no !!!!!

My entire equilibrium panicked. The well deserved rest, good food and the daily dose of vitamins remained futile…for; nothing helped me to compose myself. To be precise, my mental stability was in turmoil and my writing tempo practically diminished. Retrieving back my mind to a steady flow was not easy. Pages and pages of unfinished work piled up in front of me, which were to be edited and completed. Stress, strain....sadness, depression; all this was the theme of the days, weeks and months and probably years too.............................




Finding reasons were easy; the sudden absence of my dad and years of missing my mother has elated an 'orphaned' feeling in me. The very obvious things of protection and love from those who are there with me, was beyond recognition in my state of mind. I searched for reasons that were not there; dug up reasons of my own. The reality of the situation was hidden behind an invisible glass and I was searching for the epitome of loss. While I had everything God intended, the truth was concealed at the back of blue glass.


Eventually my mind reacted, my body retched violently. As a result rashes erupted from my skin, and the very sympathetic comments of friends and family made me cringe. I shrank myself into a shell, to avoid comments and remedies which flow over to me through anyone and everyone. Blogs and Internet was safest modules to let others know how pretty and enterprising you are, where no one checks the actual truth. Virtual life is the best abode for runaway for writers like me, who are emotionally vulnerable. So I wrote, with a vengeance...........published a few online and media too. The vulnerability and my own empathy paved way for some very powerful subjects and themes which sprouted as much acclaimed articles. The name bellowed respect and the SABG, initials carried weight of recognition.


But none of these temporary remedies to pacify my heart did stop my vulnerable heart from reacting. It reacted, with the utmost straight. My skin reacted......I screamed on top of the voice, for help. I sought some help from endless list of doctors ......but none could pin point the reason for my deterioration. One Doctor from Venezuela, who took me straight to her heart said that I have such beautiful eyes. Momentary relief.............at lease I still have very expressive eyes, not everything is lost as I thought everything to be........relief in itself. At the end of the road, I left it all to the God, to let him choose my fate if he brings me to it, I consoled that He will find a way to save me out this peril too.......But there was someone waiting on the horizon, who was not ready to leave me to destiny. It was a skin Doctor from Trivandrum who came highly recommended by the few bloggers I keep close relationships with. Emails of my history passed on, pictures of my pathetic face and almost bald scalp was sent across to the doctor.He specified the areas of problems, found the key to salvation ....and the key turned.


The Doctor Gpalakrishnan(Skin Specialist)was consulted and he came across some drastic health issues, like exceeded Triglyceride and Glucose levels. With no sympathy the Doctor put the verdict out "your days of good food ends here, from here onwards your life revolves around vegetables and water”. The faster you get accustomed to it the better, for your mind and body.” \My world went upside down. No falooda's and no 'Costa coffee ice cream shakes'. Most of all, my juicy steaks which everyone loves and my tasteful cooking of Kerala food; bathed in pure coconut oil. “No, No”, the Doctor put his foot down vehemently.............”you want to live the rest of your life with your family , then walk 2 hours a day and cut down your intake of food to 1/3 of what you consume now”.


With bent down head and stooped shoulder I walked out of his room, to my home, where another matron of food, my Mother (MIL)….like some food inspector, she was waiting and watching my diet and screening my food with a fine toothed comb.I have heard that some people enjoying diet; but my ordeal was worst than a prisoner. Just 1 chapathy with bitter guard and salads! The ordeal was worst when you are on holidays, where everyone sits around; a table of festivity and yummy gourmet cooked food, and me…. with my forced diet. Anyhow I had to, and I tried with my maximum composure, which paid off. With the result of losing weight in kilos and my glucose level coming back to normal, the panorama changed. The sumptuous food I make while on holidays and showers of compliments I get seems to have perished to land unknown.


The yummy ‘Jilebis’ and sweets I always sink myself into, remained a dream. With my skin and health improved, I remain 40+ and rocking.

13 comments:

Sapna Anu B.George said...

My salvation.......the pivotal point of life,where life taken 180' degree tun, for good.........it turned for good reason.

Cynthia said...

No one could have put this better than you.

Sapna Anu B.George said...

Thanks my dear Cynthia......when you go through things like this in life,the truth brings in all the right words.........

mathai said...

That is what it means when its written that you must fall down and die to be born again!

Sapna Anu B.George said...

I don't know about falling down, Mathai,but i sure did die....and resurrected.Thanks to my doctor and Ann,some one who never knew me or met me.Angles still tread the world,i have known 2,hope to see them some day.

thom@verick said...

been there, done that, but loosing hold yet again. need to pull up my socks.........

maybe i'll draw inspiration from this. many thanks, if i do.

wayanadan said...

Sapana
Good way of expressing things.

you restricted to a compelled ration becoz of erupted rashes in your skin

I am familiar with a lady in her 40s, years back restricting herself to a compelled ration to feed her children most tastiest and nutritious food available with her, and that was my wonderful mother.

"I searched for reasons that were not there; dug up reasons of my own. The reality of the situation was hidden behind an invisible glass and I was searching for the epitome of loss. While I had everything God intended, the truth was concealed at the back of blue glass."
really good words Sapana
keep writing

Sapna Anu B.George said...

Thanks dear Wayanadan.....expressing
was easy, as this was again another one of the saga of my life.

Peter said...

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drips of paint said...

yeah, so true it is so much we digest made us who we are .... so glad there are such good doctor around ...

Rani said...
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Rani said...

Lovely soppu ... its beautiful... Somehow when you put it all on paper it was truly heartening. Loved the part where "you searched for reasons and dug up your own reasons that were not there"!!!That has always been my point of frustration!!realisation is half way healing!! Love you babe!Enjoyed the NYMPH too . amazing way with words!

Sapna Anu B.George said...

Thanks Drips of paint and Thanks lot peter for you r viist and Ranimo..........my very special 'daughter', thanks for your visit