When you're sick, you start appreciating the small things in life. Like the ability to sit with a straight back and not fidget because every muscle is having a little dance. Or even the art of walking from place to place without feeling like your bones are going to poke out of your foot. I entertained the idea of heading out to the gym, but the image of me actually jumping or running sent shivers down my spine. You also appreciate things you take for granted, like your health; and how every little bone, muscle and fibre make a huge difference. That line of thought usually ends up in a dark territory for me - the people who can never have their full health back because of an ailment, or impairment, and I'm grateful for all that I have.
What started with a horrible three day migraine turned into flashes of on going and off going hot and cold fevers, muscle pain and sever back ache. I've taken lots of panadol pills, but I have finally mustered up enough courage for a doctor's visit. I only semi trust two clinics in my city, but will venture out of my comfort zone and try a new clinic. Unfortunately most of my personal experience, and my family's experience at the so-called well known hospitals in the area have been atrocious; which is sad. But I am too tired to venture out to the good places outside the city - an hour saved, an hour well spent. Hopefully, I'll be feeling like fine in no time, and will not wince at the thought of gym.
To better healthcare services worldwide!