Write Something?
As I was checking my phone. I saw this notes apps and ask me to write something. Then all of sudden it reminds me that I need to post something here in this side of the world.
I had a successful treatment last night. Though I kinda not feeling well but I tried to skip the feeling just to get in time with my session. At the center were few of the patients waiting for each turn. Same familiar faces. I drew my encouragement smile to my co-patients to let them know that everything will be okay and will fell better during our session.
I'm still coughing and felt that glutinous phlegm under my troath. It's awful, I know, that is why I really don't like having a cough.
I tried to be calm despite of the struggle I encountered on my way to the center. I felt I'm going to die with my heavy breathing. And as always, I went to the chapel in the hospital to talk to God to guide me during my session.
My session end at exactly 10:15 PM. I rested for 15 mns after the nurse covered my fistula. Then packed my things. As my daily habit, I looked around to check if anyone is okay. Saw three patients still sleeping with their watcher in the side. I thanked God that these people are still alive and still fighting to live.
To end this post.. here's a quote for all of us..
As I was checking my phone. I saw this notes apps and ask me to write something. Then all of sudden it reminds me that I need to post something here in this side of the world.
I had a successful treatment last night. Though I kinda not feeling well but I tried to skip the feeling just to get in time with my session. At the center were few of the patients waiting for each turn. Same familiar faces. I drew my encouragement smile to my co-patients to let them know that everything will be okay and will fell better during our session.
I'm still coughing and felt that glutinous phlegm under my troath. It's awful, I know, that is why I really don't like having a cough.
I tried to be calm despite of the struggle I encountered on my way to the center. I felt I'm going to die with my heavy breathing. And as always, I went to the chapel in the hospital to talk to God to guide me during my session.
My session end at exactly 10:15 PM. I rested for 15 mns after the nurse covered my fistula. Then packed my things. As my daily habit, I looked around to check if anyone is okay. Saw three patients still sleeping with their watcher in the side. I thanked God that these people are still alive and still fighting to live.
To end this post.. here's a quote for all of us..
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