piss on your problems

I was a sickly child. I used to fall sick often enough I took a lot of home remedies, ayurvedic medicines in addition to the normal allopathic medicines. I would fall ill every monsoon and my parents would be always remain worried about my health. Obviously I felt singled out by God especially because my brother was blessed with amazing health.

But all those years of being ill has had an amazing positive to it as I have become a dad. I can’t better relate to Jispa when she falls ill. I know what happening to her, what’s wrong, what’s the issue, what medicine can do what. I wrote before about how I know how to hold her if she is vomiting. Where exactly do you want to be comforted? How can Jasmine ever know? She has hardly ever vomited.

In office today people were talking about some ear infection and how to solve it. Oh that’s simple. You take your first pee in the morning and put a few drops of it in your ears. First pee? Had I lost it?

As a child one of my recurring complaints was a ear infection. Even today I think I have some remnants of this. In a smoke filled room like a pub or a bar (before the smoking ban) my ears would hurt. Even today when the AC vent in the car points at my ear, after sometime it starts hurting. As a kid my Ayurvedic doctor treated the ear infection by advising my dad to put a few drops of the first urine of the day in my ears. Embarrassing as it sounds, it worked like a dream.

Since Jispa swims so much, last to last year she got an ear infection. Jasmine went to the ear specialist who put some medicine in the ear and bandaged it and asked Jispa to stop her swimming for a few weeks. It went away. Last year when Jispa complained of ear ache, we realized she had an infection in the ear again. She couldn’t afford to miss two weeks of training. I suddenly remembered by childhood and told Jasmine that my dad would put a few drops of my first urine in my ear. We tried that on Jispa for a few weeks and voila… infection gone. All you have to do is put a few drops in your ear in the morning and then sleep a few minutes while it’s in, then put some cotton and go about your life.

Jispa did not even miss a day of training this year because of an ear infection, thanks to this remedy.

Moral of the story - You may be in shit for now, but who knows – when you grow up you might benefit from being in shit for now. In ways you can’t even begin to imagine.

knowing your onions

It was good to be a sickly kid after all. It comes back to haunt, oops sorry, help you when you grow older.
Jispa tonsils progressed from bad to worse. They started hurting her ears. At first they hurt a bit and then it started hurting more. We called up the paediatrician and she prescribed some ear drops which we duly bought. After we put them in her pain went sharpened. I guess the liquid medicine seemed to have exacerbated her immediate pain and she started screaming in agony. At first we tried to knock some patience in her. But then I remembered my childhood.
I used to get tonsillitis often enough and the infected would spread to the ear. The ear infection would remain in a dormant state for some time to come. Once millions of years ago, while we were in Pune at mom’s friends place, my brother and I were playing in the garden outside. I dunno what happened but my brother decided to give me a slap. Older brothers seem to love to do that kind of thing. Being the youngest of tree kids has given me enough reason (mental scar) for Jispa not to have siblings. This slap was a not so hard but it was misdirected. Instead of the cheek it hit the ear. Aw aw aw ow owowow ow.. MUMMY… I remember crying out loud and rushing in. Mommy was quite worried and my brother was aghast at what he saw as essentially overacting. According to his philosophy larding over me is fine and I complaining to a higher power was a sign of betrayal and cowardice. A squeal. It was my duty to submit wilfully to his orders. Now you know.
So mom took me aside and instantly readied her remedy. She boiled water and kept it at one side. Then covered it. she then took two napkins and got them warm on the lid. One by one she gave me a gentle .. what’s that word?.. a gentle warm _____… is it called dry fomentation? something we call it ‘sake’ in gujarati. Basically she put warm napkins on my ear, one by one. Lovely feeling and the pain just vanished away in due course.
So when Jispa really couldn’t bear it anymore, I asked Jasmine to boil water and get me some towels. I thought she understood the remedy. Ina few minutes a little warm water came in. I was like ‘I need it boiling Jasmine and get a lid’. Oh ok. She thought you wanted to put some in her ears. It’s not your fault Jasmine. I was the sickly kid. I was the one who knew all the shit that happens and all the possible remedies. So water was taken and heated to boiling point. In the meanwhile we took the towels and warmed them on the food vessels that were already hot.
I got Jispa to sleep on one side and gently put warm dry towels on her ear. In two minutes she stopped crying, in five she was better, in ten she was ok and in fifteen minutes we had enough and wanted to continue to watch her movie. Charlie and the chocolate factory. Roald Dahl might have been a great writer for kiddy books but I guess this made for a lousy movie script.
And I felt that finally after years of suffering as a kid I finally saw some light in His ways. So if you are getting married to someone with whom you might have babies, first figure out if either of you have been sick kids (especially as teenagers, since you would then have remembered the experience). If both of you have been reasonably healthy and not experienced enough of bacteria and viruses then I think you guys will be unfit to raise kids. No chance.
Jasmine is pathetic when it comes to understanding illness. I am the resident expert. She can nurture well enough, and she takes super care; but you really can’t write a treatise on hunger if you haven’t experienced it first hand.

bonding over hot water

I just love doing things with Jispa that I might have done with my dad. There is lovely warm feeling left within when something like that happens. It is a moment that reminds me of the joy childhood and fills me with eth warmth of parenthood. Eela, too much poetry; but the feeling is unbeatable. Two completely opposite but equally warm and fuzzy feelings, together at a point in time.
On Saturday after the match, in the evening the soles of my feet were aching. I remembered the remedy my dad used to try out. We were in Dubai at the time. My dad was a civil engineer and that meant long hours standing at the site. Either it was that or it was plain old window shopping for hours. But his feet used to ache and the remedy was dipping your legs in a bucket of hot water mixed with salt. My dad used to dip his legs and we kids used to fight to dip our legs as well. He used to get the very hot water and afterwards we got the not so hot water. But that was all we could bear. It was pretty cool fun.
This I got out my hot tub and mixed a bit of salt along with it. Jispa was wondering what I was doing. I explained to her the remedy. Predictably she wanted to get into the action as well. The tub was big enough for the both of us.
Quality time is sitting opposite each other and dipping your legs in a bucket full of hot water. Don’t forget the salt.