It is the fourth day now. Everything is slowly getting better but not too good sometimes but most of the time, it is alright.
I was admitted in KPJ Kuching on this Monday, 5th September 2016. My very first admission into hospital and also my very first surgery experience in my life. It was not good, of course I was in pain, deep pain. But it was one of my best decision made to get myself out from the pain, I am still in pain now when I am typing down all these, however I believe it will get better and better.
I couldn't sleep for days. The pain kept haunt me, and it still haunt me last night, I finally went to sleep past twelve, but I was awaken around 3 something by harsh pain. Well, I just change my position and deal with it and yea rest and try to bear with it. It will only get worse before it starts to get better, that's what I heard from "Nikita" and so I told myself.
I somehow appreciate this pain. I used to take a lot of things for granted, to walk normally, to sit normally, to run, to grab things, anything for granted. But this pain, this surgery, changed my perspective, nothing is easy, I mean, look, when you are in my situation, everything tend to be more careful and in a slower pace. Of course you will still get the things done, however it will be in a much different way and you get to see things in a different angle too.
I appreciate I am still alive at the same time, I am tortured by the pain. I can walk, but not too fast, I can move, but not too much too. I can breathe, I can see, I can feel, I can talk, I can eat, in fact I am still functional, but everything has changed. The part of me that used to diminish my own core value has slowly dissipated. I know exactly who I am and what's my worth now, and you know it ain't come from an easy road.
I appreciate this pain, that I was looking for diversion and distraction from the ghosting experience I had in August. But now, no, my main focus is to get myself well. And when you see your priority is clear, you won't spend even a single second to counter that.
(Unless you are an emotional cutter like me, I still think about the person who ghosted me, everyday.)