Just yesterday was one of my most physically torturing days I had, since the last time when I had cramps on both my calf muscles and I couldn’t stand nor sit. You just don’t know what to do. To stand or sit, or which leg you should rest your weight onto.
Anyway, I was suffering from an immerse neck pain on the left side of it. By the time I realized it wasn’t something I can simply ignore, I knew I had to get myself to the clinic. Every step was carefully taken, I cannot make any sudden or large movement at all. Momentarily, the area on my neck would just squeeze itself so tightly and immobilize me with acute pain.
It took some skills for me to put on my clothes and move out to the clinic. I knew I must look ridiculous with my head badly tilted to the right, probably like an ostrich dodging an arrow or something. Though I should put on a monkey mask to disguise myself, I thought I will just screw it and quickly get myself treated.
The doctor said I was suffering from something, what they known as, “rims” or “reams”. Whatever that is, the doctor said to me, “You can choose to take only medication which would take 2 days, or take an injection. 2 days can be a lot of pain.”
I promptly agreed to the injection which amounted to my most expensive clinical visit ever. A whooping $97!!! I don’t know what exactly the injection does, but it definitely got worsen after that. My neck was more uptight and the pain was more intensive. It could be the medical fee I had to pay, I’m not sure of that, and it took me twice the time and effort to get myself back home.
I had to make several stops along the way, sing myself motivational song and do deep breathing. And at one time I was stopping beside the road to treat my pain, a stranger came from behind and stood infront of me. He looks like he has a neurological illness and he couldn’t walk or orientate like a normal human. You would think some friendly guy came to help me out? WRONG, he wasn’t concern about my situation. He just wanted to tell me about the Neighborhood Car Park System!! *What the Fuck!? That really came out of nowhere.
He went on and on for 5 minutes about how I should insert the Cash card at the appropriate timing or else paying more, social ethics of the drivers, and other irrelevant stuff that I don’t give a damn about. He was totally oblivious of the pain I was suffering from. I was genuinely in pain and I still had to maintain my politeness. “Okay, Alright, and thank you” were all that I could say, but actually I just wanted him to get out of my way and stop obstructing my path.
Then when he was finally satisfied, I thank him again and he gave me a smile on his face, probably feeling very accomplished for helping out a neighbor who is not driving and unaware of the random information about the car park system. But that wasn’t the end, even with neurological illness; he was moving ahead of me and got to the traffic light. When I finally dragged my every step to the traffic light, HE WENT ON with more details about the authority installing metal guards because the drivers ramped down the plastic ones. I think to myself, I don’t hold any top secret information, what does he want from me?
Anyway, I only had 4 hours of sleep but I am feeling a lot better now. I think now I can understand how its like to be recovering from a mild stroke. I remember during that excruciating hour before and after taking the medication, I had an idea of setting up a charity foundation for…..Myself. Then I thought this is why people need to get themselves married. You can’t live alone when you are old, you can really use some help at times like this. Its not about being independent, but you just never know when you will really need an extra pair of hands.
