All in a Day's Imagination

It’s been 2 days since I’ve been noticing thick blood in my mucous. At first I thought it must be some abrasions in my throat, as told by that young doc, when I visited her 8 months back; but I sensed something really wrong this time. So off I went to the hospital today. The doctor after an initial check up, looked at me, paused for a second, and slowly said, 

“Thomas, capillary is broken”

What!! Hmm, I always had a hunch that there was something wrong with my brain. Too much intelligence cloyed it. And now, all that abounding intelligence caused the capillary to break! 

Doc asked me to take all those blood and urine tests and return in an hour. I didn’t have a dook of an idea that the tests costs over 1000 bucks, and there I stayed perplexed. I didn’t call dad as I didn’t want to break the news to him, so I phoned Chottu, my neighbor, to bring the money to the hospital. As I waited for him, flashes of scenarios started conjuring up in my mind.

Now the problem with me is that I tend to imagine a lot of weird situations and scenarios in life all the time. Sometimes the best case scenarios and sometimes the worst case; but for most of the part they are highly improbable. For instance, when I meet certain girls, I chart out my entire life with her in a matter of seconds. And when I find that they are all committed, I imagine wringing their necks and kicking their asses. Or when I see a Benz or BMW on road, I imagine driving and accelerating it at full throttle. Or when I see an exciting cricket match, I imagine myself in the place of Tendulkar, hitting consecutive sixes and fours and smashing all the previous records, then waving my bat to the spectators in full glory. Or when I write a blog post, I imagine people commenting that I’m the greatest writer on earth. You get my drift, right?? Yeah so where was I. Flashes of scenarios, yes.

I visualized myself dying and the funeral being attended by all the people I know. I imagined all the casket sprays and flowers I’ll be getting. I imagined people eulogizing me:- 

Friends: “He was a great guy and a true friend.”
Acquaintances: “Thomas, he was a man of honour, a man with integrity and a man with an impeccable personality.” 
Teachers: “He was a brilliant student, albeit he got zeros in my subjects.”
All my crushes: “Oh Thomas, he was so cute. I always wanted to marry him, but……but……waaaaaa *sniff* sniff*” 

All right, let's cut the crap out. Chottu came in a while and I took all the tests and returned to the doctor. 

Me: So doc, how bad is the brain damage. Do I need any operation to fix the brain capillaries??
Doc: What brain?? The capillary in your throat is broken. Take this medicine and it will heal in about 5 days. Zimple! 

What the bloody F?? There are capillaries in throat too? I thought they existed only in the brain and heart!! Drats! I should’ve studied biology well in high school. 

Me: Then why the umpteen tests?
Doc: They were just to verify the clotting time and stuff. (You bloody ignoramus, these are ways by which our hospital churns out moolahs from you duffers) 

I walked out of the hospital confused whether to be elated about having no brain damage or to be depressed about the fact that I now owe Chottu a 1000 bucks. I chose to be numb. Comfortably numb.