The hospital’s emergency ward was the last place I would want to be on a New Year’s Eve. Initially I wanted to go to work in the afternoon. I guess God didn’t allow so He decided to give me a sore eye...A really bad one. I don’t normally consult the doctor whenever I’m not feeling well but this time I decided to 'be responsible of my own health' and dragged myself to the 24-hour family clinic.
“This is a serious condition that has to be treated as soon as possible. I can see white spots on your left eye and I’m suspecting a corneal ulcer. It might worsen your sight and cause blindness so before that really happens, I will have to refer you to the hospital now.”
While waiting to get the referral letter and medicine, one of my guy friends appeared at the clinic. I was so surprised by his unexpected presence! Like as if he teleported or something. How thoughtful of him to be there for me physically even though it was only ten minutes until my parents came to fetch.
As I stepped into the hospital that late afternoon, instant flashbacks from my childhood came flooding down. The visions of those sickly days came to my mind throughout the time I was there. With every blink, I remember myself as a kid, going for appointments after appointments. Being warded again and again. Having needles through my veins and tubes/mask of oxygen supply to aid my breathing. I was only three back then.
“I will have to scrap out some of the white spots from your eyes to test a sample,” Doctor Charmaine informed me.
I just smiled and nodded, pretending fear had no control at all.
“What are you going to use to scrap out?” I overheard a nurse asking the doctor very softly.
“A needle, obviously,” She replied with a grin on her face.
A long silence ensued. I could only hear myself gulped down so hard. Everybody in the room looked so emotionless, including my parents (….surprisingly.). Am I the only one in the room who thinks that having a needle poked in my eye is the scariest shit ever? I kept calm as she dropped a yellow dye in my eyes which hurt so badly I screamed a little! As she looked through the optical lens, she cautiously poked a sharp tiny needle on my left eye a couple of times ……the next minute, she was done and it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would be! Alhamdullilah.
Tomorrow will be my next appointment. No more needles please, no more needles. I keep reminding myself time and time again that I should not fear because God is fair and like what someone told me, “Allah s.w.t heals everything.”
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The night of 31st December turned out great. I was at somewhere peaceful, just gazing out at the beautiful romantic scene. I could see different views of fireworks happening at 3 different places (how amazing is that?!?!). Played with the firecrackers, consumed so much candies, drank a carton of milk (who needs alcohol? Pfft) and had heart to heart talk. It was a beautiful start of the year, period.
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