The year was 1972-73.
Pushpa and I were married for about 10 years or so and lived at Ruwi, Sultanate of Oman. Pushpa was down with cold, cough, and fever. She was in no mood to go to the clinic to get the medication prescribed. Now, the corporate doctor on duty, Dr Samuel, gave prescriptions only after examining the patient. She would never budge from this principle.
A brilliant brainwave struck! Why not go to the Doctor and present myself to her as the patient. I could act out all the symptoms that Pushpa had and the doctor would prescribe/provide the medicines which Pushpa can have.
I acted convincingly.
Doctor said, “Loosen your waist belt and lie face down”. I had to do what she asked me to do, even if I didn’t understand why. She came up and injected the medicines, “Go, you will be alright today. You don’t need any other medicines.”
Edited by Meeta Kabra