I get these really bad tummy pains.If I had to average the incidence,I would say once in 5 years.I so distincty remember each attack.Because of their bizzare timing,I have no clue why I get them.I have put it down to stress.Yeah,stress doesn’t get to me that often.*A very smug smile*
Medical school.Third year.Early morning class.I (always a first bencher ), just had to walk out of it.I was getting one of my gastritis attacks again.I knew I couldn’t endure the pain and the painful lecture.My best friend,(always a last bencher ) dashed right after me.Later he confessed, he thought I looked like a ghost and he knew some thing was wrong.He just had to check on me.Awwe, how much I loved him for it.
I remember arguing with him,that I didnt want to go to the Emergency doctors.Those doctors I tell ya.You just can’t trust them.No I wouldn’t see a one.Oh, I shouldn’t get stated what I really think of these ‘twits’.Tried convincing him that I would be fine,if he could just get me to my room.
I must have passed out on him.Because when I got up.I was not in my room.He was sitting right next to me.His head in his hands, I think he was crying.I remember wondering,if I was dead.I didn’t feel dead,so why did he look so glum?
When I caught his attention,I got abused.He was so angry.I don’t really know what brought on that reaction.I was almost sorry for him, that I had had a bad tummy ache.He was angry,as I refused to go to the doctors.Upset,that I didn’t tell him I was feeling unwell.Irritated,at my arrogance of not wanting to ask for help.He just kept going on.After 10 minutes of listening to him,I assured him I was feeling better.Yeah! Thanks for asking dude..
After a while,he broke down.He said that this was his best friend he was talking about, and he couldn’t do anything.He was angry that I refused help.He got scared, when he saw me pass out.Worst still he didn’t know what to do.He felt studying medicine was a farce, cause he was sure his grand mother would know better.
Trying to suppress my laughter,I tried to understand his outburst.I couldn’t.I did tease him the rest of our school life, that he had taken the concept of best friends a bit too far.The pain was mine, but the tears were his, became my favourite cliche..
It has taken me some time to realise that, he wasn’t angry with me but himself.He could see me in pain, but I didn’t let him help.He wanted to do some thing to ease my pain,but couldn’t.Not knowing what to do,frustrated him.He wasn’t sure of what was happening,and that scared him.Probably for the first time in 22 years of his life he faced the truth,that there are things beyond his control.That no matter how much he wanted to, he probably couldn’t do anything.That may be he was losing control.That this was the first of many times he would feel helpless.I doubt how he felt was nice.
Over this weekend, a friend of mine has been unwell.When he needs his health most, he has a small issue of a sore throat.In this time of huge stress, it can only get flared up and be most distressing.Even after giving him my best medical advice he doesn’t feel any better.Saying that I felt a tad bit helpless when he told me he felt worse would be very harsh.But what I felt wasn’t nice at all.