So here goes. After some many half-hearted lines on small towns, John Butler and his two friends and a bit on Rashid Khan taking Malkauns to a new level, I've decided to start small and wax eloquent about what I know best. And no it's not that you sick mind, I was talking about medicine.So I had some impacted, infected molar with the roots growing all awry so it needed to be yanked out and I had to, after much procrastination, visit the local dentist. Sweet man with all the regular jazz of assistants, unprotected-thyroid-cancer-inducing X-rays and a lifetime supply of 'Outlook' in the waiting room. So last Saturday evening was spent in his company with him going at the old biter with an assortment of scary implements (and bending two in the process). Saturday night was spent in hungry agony. Saturday afternoon though, was spent in prayer to the Gods of blasphemy at Koshy's consuming some incredible beef fry that they serve with beer. But that lasted only little longer than the anesthesia which explains the rest of the night. The next day happened to be apartment checking out day considering the folks have finally gotten tired of living with the fungus. No that's not their idea of me. The old house is falling apart and the only saving grace is that it isn't ours. So the usual house hunting saga happened with us finally settling on an apartment. Now those of you who've been avid readers of this space and hang on and memorize every word would remember that dad had an apartment complex... well it seems while you can't make horses drink water, most would once led to a stream or some similar water body.
So we found an apartment and once the interior designer has decided that the upholstery is the right shade of blood red and is finally satisfied with the cool inlaid saree on the cupboards we shall shift. Will have to remember to take the Balinese menstrual cloth that she's put in one of the rooms as a curtain and sentence it to purgatory.
managed to rip the sound track of Unreal tournament and put it on the pod, if I have already mentioned some technological achievement of this sort, I beg for forgiveness.
But getting back to our medical story - what connects a tooth extraction, burning feet and high fever the next day? House would go infection. It's not auto immune and certainly not Lupus and god forbid a tumor. But yeah the feet have been doing the hot coal routine for the past day or so and it's driving me up the wall. Much rumination went into it's etiology and after denying access the the zebra diagnosis of Gopalan's Burning Foot Syndrome (yeah I know it is cool too) I've settled for post infectious radiculoneuropathy.
All that's left to do is to load up with some legal trippy meds and kick my feet up. Suggest you do the same.
On the afterthought, to do justice to the many posts that didn't see the light of day Rahid Khan does make Malkauns a tad more magical than it already is, John Butler Trio is trippy music, if at Madikeri or Mangalore eat at Eastend (Biryani) and Costa's (Neer dosa and any curry you want) respectively.
And check out the Hero 849. Cool?
So we found an apartment and once the interior designer has decided that the upholstery is the right shade of blood red and is finally satisfied with the cool inlaid saree on the cupboards we shall shift. Will have to remember to take the Balinese menstrual cloth that she's put in one of the rooms as a curtain and sentence it to purgatory.
managed to rip the sound track of Unreal tournament and put it on the pod, if I have already mentioned some technological achievement of this sort, I beg for forgiveness.
But getting back to our medical story - what connects a tooth extraction, burning feet and high fever the next day? House would go infection. It's not auto immune and certainly not Lupus and god forbid a tumor. But yeah the feet have been doing the hot coal routine for the past day or so and it's driving me up the wall. Much rumination went into it's etiology and after denying access the the zebra diagnosis of Gopalan's Burning Foot Syndrome (yeah I know it is cool too) I've settled for post infectious radiculoneuropathy.
All that's left to do is to load up with some legal trippy meds and kick my feet up. Suggest you do the same.
On the afterthought, to do justice to the many posts that didn't see the light of day Rahid Khan does make Malkauns a tad more magical than it already is, John Butler Trio is trippy music, if at Madikeri or Mangalore eat at Eastend (Biryani) and Costa's (Neer dosa and any curry you want) respectively.
And check out the Hero 849. Cool?
