The ordeal

It was a strange experience. all along entering vertcally into the place & now a royalentry lying down on a well cushioned couch.everymovement was painful inspite of great care & skill in tansporting my limpless body on to the bed.my foremost anxiety was how to communicate when my voice goes off if I were to go in for ventilatory support.I was so powerless,by then, to make flicker of movement with restos my body.This anxiety made me hyperventilate&maintain my vital capacity.But this was mistaken by doctors as paradoxical respiration. They were gettig ready for the ventilator- there was only one&if it fails neither can I be weaned off nor another readily available in the city. That was the status of Calcutta at that time.