You'll Never Know

I hate being sick. Well who doesnt,right? Much more for me because my line of work is in treating the sick and knowing that instead of me tending to the ill, I'm the one being attended to, it sucks real bad! And what sucks the more? The realization that you'll never know what will happen to you. Just like what happened to me the other day, one moment i was gaily lifting weights in the gym, the next thing i knew blood was oozing from my left nostril, then the right for no reason at all. As blood so warmly trickled from my nose I said to myself...my God, why me,and why now? And why not those people who pick their noses even in public. They should be the ones, since they are a sore sight for the eyes to see....but me? What the heck did i do? I was just lifting weights, for crying out loud. And each time I move, more blood trickles out and down my throat, I spitted out profuse amounts of blood clots unto the hotel-owned towel. Gosh! Who cares who owns that darn towel. I have to stop this bleeding was all I can muster. Trying to remember what I learned in training, I just pressed my nose, asked for ice but I had been pressing it for like eternity and yet it continued gushing out I probably looked like a boxer who lost in a bout. At this point I thought, well, guess it's really time for me to ask for help, just be the sick person who goes to a hospital to be taken cared of by someone like me. What the heck! This is happening to me, for real! I need to live! I have to! And so to make the long story short, I was taken cared of in the hospital, and after a grueling 2 hours of pressing my nose, while waiting in the lounge for the specific light to be available (yes,of all the days I chose my nose to bleed, I chose that day, when the light source was used for another procedure that same day, that same time, in the same hospital..tough luck ha!). The bleeding finally ceased, thanks to the heaven-sent?? adrenaline and to the calm disposition of one of my bosses who put me at ease and assured me that everything will be fine, who told me the next time I use crayola, I should use it properly?(grrr!!) So much so that even in my scariest day, I managed to smile.

So there, you'll really never know what's in store for you. Lesson learned? Don't lift weights?haha...no. The thing is, as what Og Mandino had written in one of his books (which unfortunately I have no recollection of the title), you have to treat each day of your life as if it were your last. Make the most of it coz you'll never know what will happen to you. Moreover, life can turn the tables on you, one moment you feel like you're the strongest of strongs, the next thing you know, you seem like you're the weakest link, at the beck and call of someone who is in charge of the situation, leaving you too tired to even care except to survive that situation and get it over with....I DID!

meg havana

25 mar 06