"You can come for treatment only once in a month". This statement was the best gift I ever had.
"I am sorry, you need to come at least once in every two weeks. Manipulating the bones is not enough, you would need two other types of treatment as well".
"For how long?"
"We will see how you progress, your back cant adapt on its own"
I lie down on my mum's bed... waiting for minutes to pass. I am going for my injection.
Stupid painkillers. You betrayed me. I thought your dosage is high enough to avoid that stupid jap.
Backache, throbbing and stabbing pain. So intense. Numb knees. My joints hurt. My stomach cramp. I cant reach for my bag of pills. Silly me, I forgot to take some of the medication on time.
Then again, I am grateful. At least I had my first and perhaps my last game of footsal.
The running, jumping, dribbling, passing, kicking... sounds silly, but it feels damn good. That little footsal match, everybody went wild to grab hold of the ball, while I was experimenting and celebrating my little improvement.
"Tim, the ball ! Get it.." Blah~ who cares...I am in my little world. I smiled to myself. "Look God, I am running, look Father, I can dribble." It was the shortest moment to experience all these, before my joints start to ache, my back slowly feels the pain, my knee starts to numb.
Now, here I lie... staring at the white ceiling. I wont cry no more. Why should I? I know there will be one day I can be free of all these. No more vomiting, no more aches and numbness, no more ugly wounds.. no more peelings..no more holes..
I may not run as I used to, but I can run by faith....
With faith, a little miracle, I will be healed.
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