Avanika Mote recalls how a wonderful morning turned rainy and one little misstep led to a brain injury that changed the way she saw life forever
It was a weekend and we were jamming till the wee hours for a concert. The twilight at dawn was ethereal. It was so beautiful I ran up to the terrace with my camera to shoot the sky. The moment, however, seemed to be fickle – soon dark grey clouds seemed to come out of nowhere. Before I could shoot the next picture, it started to rain. I clicked a quick one and started walking down the staircase. The rain was terrible. The entire staircase was wet. With the intention to save my camera from getting wet, I walked fast and fell off an entire flight of stairs. Flat on my head. I touched rock bottom. I have no memory of what happened next.
The next thing I remember: lying in my bed, trying to breathe. My head didn’t feel like it existed. The pillow was stained with blood. I regained consciousness and realised I had hurt my head real bad. The inflammation was such that I felt like I had three heads. Weird and awfully painful.
I was lucky to have my friend around. He applied Soframycin on my head injury, which was still bleeding. Since it was a Sunday, most clinics had shorter days and it was tough to locate a doctor nearby. By this time, while the local bleeding had stopped, the pain was excruciating.
We finally managed to get an appointment with a doctor I often go to for minor events like muscle sprains, fevers, etc. He inspected my injury, gave me a tetanus shot and a few painkillers. I was okay with the tablets as they reduced the pain, but the head cramps and disorientation haunted me. Continue reading “I fell flat on my head. I touched rock bottom”