Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Unfortunate Turn of Events

February 28, 1883
            I was accepted to medical school, my dream.  I was set to learn how to heal the sick and help the injured.  I showed up at the university ready to become a doctor.  Six months later here I am, lying in a bed of the teaching hospital on campus, in too much pain to move.  I always knew that the tuberculosis I contracted as a young child would eventually cause me more problems in the future.  I just didn’t know that they would show up in this ironic and ugly way.  Now instead of a student at the medical school I am a patient, in a bed all day, while my former classmates come in to observe me and check my pain levels.


            They are sending me to a different hospital for a surgery to straighten my spine, although the doctors seem confident about the results I will have my optimism remains low.  I have been bedridden for nearly six months due to my spine deformity, and it seems unrealistic that an operation will fix it.  Even if it does I am not ignorant, I know that I will be left weak and fragile.  Two things I have no desire to be.  As I keep telling myself, though, anything will be better than lying in bed twenty-four hours a day.  It is dreadfully boring and I try, with little success, to entertain myself with thoughts of what I will do when I am healed.  Currently my plans are to go to Europe and see the world, finally get out of this bed and do something with my life.  Until then, I will be here.

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