And there I was. Late nearly by an hour & was told that I missed my appointment. As I waited
on that cold winter morning, all alone in the hospital waiting room. Waiting for the doctor to tell me something positive about my wrist. Cause this whole year it's being nothing but negative from constant pains in my hand on a daily basis; as if my hand was being cutting in two. The lack for mobility of the wrist meant I couldn't do boxing or even lift boxes. I don't wish it even upon my worst enemy. Even post operation I had complications after complications. The only way to ease my pain was morphine. Anways the doctor walks into the room. She looks at me in a disappointed way, I sense the bad news that's yet to come. "Hmm...So looking at the X-rays. The bone hasn't healed at all". "But only a CT scan can show the healing", I replied. Her response, was, "yes you're right!" For a brief moment I just wished that I wasn't in the room or even alive. Then I apologised for being late. "I'll book one now again for today", the doctor said whilst struggling to even see the screen in front of her. I just thought to myself, "What is actually going on, am I dreaming!?". I'm not joking, literally she nearly walked into the door which was wide open. After multiple attempts to book it she said, "Sorry I think there's something wrong with the system". Then she walked outside to talk to the nurse. As I just sat there, in a utopia of my fears & failures. I was sinking further & further into the abyss of being suicidal. I'm not even denial about how I feel anymore. Maybe it's the situation that makes me feel that way or the people around be that aren't unreasonable or understanding. I think people fail to understand that it's the smallest of mistakes that carry the heaviest of burdens later on in life. A price I'm paying for even now.
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