It was definitely an awesome experience. I mean so awesome, I had to post about it. Especially considering I never really post about stuff that happens in my life. It was so awesome I couldn’t even avoid the grin in the title. Or anywhere else. .

So, the overall injuries I was diagnosed with — were simply a right mastoid fracture, some random hemorrhages  in my skull, an ear which bled (where the blood was actually coming from the skull)  for about the first two hours, and something I had which has been suspected to be seizure, due to which I now have to take some 300 grams of some Phenytoin Sodium for an entire year! The rest is history (as was that, but the rest is insignificant history — just clarifying. ), except for the fact that I had some ugly painful IV drop in my left hand, which was so annoying, it actually caused a huge swelling in my left hand.

As of now, I’m pretty much fine, except for the fact that I’m very prone to gradually losing my sense of physical stability on any much physical exertion, especially in the sun. And oh yes, I have tried it!

For those who saw me jump and were especially freaked out-cum-angry: I know the bus wasn’t going to stop much farther. I know I could’ve covered the distance in not much time. I know I had a mobile in my hand. But you really ought to stop telling a guy what he ought to have done, when he did something else. Especially when he didn’t end up really sad about whatever happened…!

And for anybody who would want to know how my family responded, I personally don’t know. Mainly cause I was unconscious in the first day when everybody was responding in any sense, and all I got, were recountances. Everybody happens to end up being rationally cool now, except for my mother whose very nagging about me eating food –and most of the stuff mothers are as a rule anxious of — especially cause I have happened to lose a lot of my appetite, mainly because since the last week I have a very screwed up sense of taste and smell, wherein I have the same annoying smell from my fingertips, as from all grainy foodstuffs, and many other foods as well, and the same taste from all that as well. I really don’t know if that’s due to the little Vitamin B complex tablets I’m prescribed for everyday, or because my brain due to the fracture and blood clots, is entirely screwed up and as a consequence, has chosen my smell and taste senses to be a nice way to exhibit that.

[Update: I seem to have been so lost ins tuff, I forgot to notice that I never said, how it happened. “I tried to dismount a moving bus” — What I told all the doctors I met, and what was actually a compromise on the truth — “I jumped off a rather fast moving bus, in a very hopeless manner, in a fit of anger (at the bus driver who was refusing to stop there), hope (that I’ll land successfully i.e. = safely), and insanity (which I really can’t elaborate on — I don’t know myself why it happened). ]