The Bite.
August 13, 2017.
The Injury
It was a normal afternoon. Cloudy. Calm. I was just playing around there, basketball with my close friends. Had my shots thrown and in, they had their moves on, playin'.
We played. It was only the four of us on the court. It was all normal, until that one bounce pass thrown at a fast pace.
My hand got hit, of course, as I went for the steal. But the positioning was wrong, the fingers were the first ones that got in the way.
The pain then struck through my right hand, as I saw how my middle finger had its joint misaligned in the middle. I tried to play, still. But as soon as I realized I couldn't, I had to sit down.
I tried to pull the finger to at least re-position the misaligned joint, but it already seemed hard to pull. I asked my friends to pull, yet they couldn't even move it a bit. I panicked.
I had to go home as soon as I could, so I can assess how the injury is like.
August 18, 2017.
The Neglection
There was an event at our school happening at the time. I kept the injury safe, yet I never took first aid immediately; my dad told me to not head to the doctor, for a splint could try to align the bone once more.
Yet a simple mistake took its toll on me as the months went by.
Yes, it hurt all the while it was never wrapped by a splint or even a mask of some sort.
It was reddish, and it never seemed to get better.
Yes, it never got better.
October 26, 2017.
The Assessment
We forced ourselves to had an assessment to at least improve the "recovery" of the injured finger. We went to The Medical City just a few steps from Paseo, and we scheduled a checkup.
As expected, the doctor greeted us with a surprise.
"Neglected fracture. 3 months? That's a long time!"
The doctor told us, "no, surgery can no longer do it, have therapy," but wait..
Would it be able to make my finger function as it used to back then?
Or..
November 11, 2017.
The Trial
Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty.
What if, I gave this a chance?
What if, this could actually work?
What if, this really hurts?
What if, it won't work?
What if, it wouldn't make things better for me?
So many questions in my mind this day, but I got carried away by how the people at QualiMed treated me.
Their service is splendid, excellent. Remarkable in every aspect. Heck, their rehabilitation center seemed more like a training gym for me.
And I had a crush on this qt girl therapist OMG SORRY ****
But, it was all good. I had therapy, it hurt, but I got used to it.
Anything that would help me recover, right?
Or, if it even did.
December 9, 2017.
The Dial
Mom dialed the staff at QualiMed that my therapy would be put on hold.
I was set to prepare for another checkup, this time at my long-time hospital, Calamba Doctors.
But hey, the therapist recommended to take second advice, probably this time..
Have surgery.
Ouch.
December 15, 2017.
The Decision
The checkup began. The room seemed like an asylum. It seemed like there were voices in the room..
But the voices were just the thoughts that come out of my head.
What if it happens?
Will it hurt badly?
How long?
Help!
The thoughts that came into my mind were pretty much letting me feel down, but at least, I had to get some strength so that I can get through this well, especially Luis, Iana, and Khen.
But no, I was still nervous as heck.
I started counting the days.
December 20, 2017.
The Break
Operation day.
1:30PM was the time set for my operation, but due to unforeseen consequences, the doctor had to prioritize someone who was delivering a baby.
He didn't handle the operation, he just made space for someone so the delivery of the baby would go smoothly. lmao
But I was nervous. Every second. Every minute.
Anytime, the nurse could bring me to the room.
I was holding my phone trying to get off some last-minute inspiration so I wouldn't feel down after the operation.
Or even before the operation.
I looked outside, the cars driving by, maybe after this, I could go home.
I want to go home.
The nurse came in, it was time.
She brought me in to the room, the doctors were there, and they put the vials on me.
Then the other doctor injected some sort of fluid which made me..
feel.
drowsy....zzzz
I woke up, a tight wrap around my arm was already present.
I had a sling, lying under me.
This was it. It was done.
I headed back to my room a few hours later, and I felt hungry.
The whole day, I didn't eat. Or drink.
I felt exhausted.
Until..
The nurse said I had arthritis.
My body felt cold. My eyes started flickering. My head felt heavy.
I fell down to my bed, in panic.
Shaking. Trembling. Cold.
I had a seizure after those words.
And still in shock, in my very home.
The Injury
It was a normal afternoon. Cloudy. Calm. I was just playing around there, basketball with my close friends. Had my shots thrown and in, they had their moves on, playin'.
We played. It was only the four of us on the court. It was all normal, until that one bounce pass thrown at a fast pace.
My hand got hit, of course, as I went for the steal. But the positioning was wrong, the fingers were the first ones that got in the way.
The pain then struck through my right hand, as I saw how my middle finger had its joint misaligned in the middle. I tried to play, still. But as soon as I realized I couldn't, I had to sit down.
I tried to pull the finger to at least re-position the misaligned joint, but it already seemed hard to pull. I asked my friends to pull, yet they couldn't even move it a bit. I panicked.
I had to go home as soon as I could, so I can assess how the injury is like.
August 18, 2017.
The Neglection
There was an event at our school happening at the time. I kept the injury safe, yet I never took first aid immediately; my dad told me to not head to the doctor, for a splint could try to align the bone once more.
Yet a simple mistake took its toll on me as the months went by.
Yes, it hurt all the while it was never wrapped by a splint or even a mask of some sort.
It was reddish, and it never seemed to get better.
Yes, it never got better.
October 26, 2017.
The Assessment
We forced ourselves to had an assessment to at least improve the "recovery" of the injured finger. We went to The Medical City just a few steps from Paseo, and we scheduled a checkup.
As expected, the doctor greeted us with a surprise.
"Neglected fracture. 3 months? That's a long time!"
The doctor told us, "no, surgery can no longer do it, have therapy," but wait..
Would it be able to make my finger function as it used to back then?
Or..
November 11, 2017.
The Trial
Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty.
What if, I gave this a chance?
What if, this could actually work?
What if, this really hurts?
What if, it won't work?
What if, it wouldn't make things better for me?
So many questions in my mind this day, but I got carried away by how the people at QualiMed treated me.
Their service is splendid, excellent. Remarkable in every aspect. Heck, their rehabilitation center seemed more like a training gym for me.
And I had a crush on this qt girl therapist OMG SORRY ****
But, it was all good. I had therapy, it hurt, but I got used to it.
Anything that would help me recover, right?
Or, if it even did.
December 9, 2017.
The Dial
Mom dialed the staff at QualiMed that my therapy would be put on hold.
I was set to prepare for another checkup, this time at my long-time hospital, Calamba Doctors.
But hey, the therapist recommended to take second advice, probably this time..
Have surgery.
Ouch.
December 15, 2017.
The Decision
The checkup began. The room seemed like an asylum. It seemed like there were voices in the room..
But the voices were just the thoughts that come out of my head.
What if it happens?
Will it hurt badly?
How long?
Help!
The thoughts that came into my mind were pretty much letting me feel down, but at least, I had to get some strength so that I can get through this well, especially Luis, Iana, and Khen.
But no, I was still nervous as heck.
I started counting the days.
December 20, 2017.
The Break
Operation day.
1:30PM was the time set for my operation, but due to unforeseen consequences, the doctor had to prioritize someone who was delivering a baby.
He didn't handle the operation, he just made space for someone so the delivery of the baby would go smoothly. lmao
But I was nervous. Every second. Every minute.
Anytime, the nurse could bring me to the room.
I was holding my phone trying to get off some last-minute inspiration so I wouldn't feel down after the operation.
Or even before the operation.
I looked outside, the cars driving by, maybe after this, I could go home.
I want to go home.
The nurse came in, it was time.
She brought me in to the room, the doctors were there, and they put the vials on me.
Then the other doctor injected some sort of fluid which made me..
feel.
drowsy....zzzz
I woke up, a tight wrap around my arm was already present.
I had a sling, lying under me.
This was it. It was done.
I headed back to my room a few hours later, and I felt hungry.
The whole day, I didn't eat. Or drink.
I felt exhausted.
Until..
The nurse said I had arthritis.
My body felt cold. My eyes started flickering. My head felt heavy.
I fell down to my bed, in panic.
Shaking. Trembling. Cold.
I had a seizure after those words.
And still in shock, in my very home.
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