Hospitalized
I’ve always wanted to know the feeling of being hospitalized (confined). The thrill that comes into your spine knowing that anytime you could die. I wonder how it feels to be physically weak, fatigued. I ponder, what if I’m the one who’s being taken care of instead of me taking care of somebody? The one who gets medical treatment? Every minute, every hour of: vital-signs-taking, medicine, specimen for lab, O2 tank beside my bed, etc. Nevertheless, when I feel something’s deviated in my body, I pray to God that it’s nothing serious. I am not afraid of getting sick. The pain? guess it’s nothing. I am afraid of the things that I might not be capable of doing anymore: the dare-devil stuff that I tried, the normal life that I have, the freedom to eat anything I want. Moreover, the happy times with family and friends. Yes, at times I wanna know who cares. But giving burden is another story. Anyways, I still feel loved, even without getting in grave danger. And these reasons, are enough, to make me wanna stay healthy as possibly as I can. These reasons will do