Hospital Walls

The start

Hi, my name is bla bla blaaaaaaa. First, this is not a classy love story that has happy ending. Do you know what is peculiar for this one? It has no ending for now. And how? It is my life, yeah, you read it just fine, I am sharing my life with you, my love life because people love good love stories. But forgive me, if this one doesn't end like you wanted to, or isn't some kind of a love story.. but hey,  you will probably learn something, get some motivation qoutes what NOT to do or maybe what you SHOULD do. You will never know, and neither will I. So sit your asses down, and enjoy reading my love story.

- Where to start? Hm. Well, probably from the start. It was soon to be end of the first semester, I was occupied with fixing my last grades, because I was missing some. Why? Because I spent 5 weeks sitting at home, because my cyst was back, and I had a little operation, so I had to be steady. To be honest it wasn't hard sitting, atleast not much as it was bored, no friends, no fun, no laugh, I even missed studying if you believe me. It was just my TV shows and me, my days were the same, wake up, eat, watch TV shows with a bag of candy. Only exception was when I needed to go to a hospital, so doctor can follow my recovery. I looked forward to it (NO,not because of him, but because my dream was to become a surgeon, neurosurgeon to be exact, he wasn't in the picture then. I am following the story from the beginning so you get everything that happen before him). When we walked into a hospital and the emergency surgical room there was him, and the nurse that followed my case since the beginning, that I absolutely adored. Even when I wasn't in the mood, her smile and her sense of humor always hit me and wake me up, I am thankful to her because of that. So, back to the point. (God, feels like a maze this story) After my check up my mom spoke with the doctor while I waited, sometimes our eyes would meet but it didn't mean anything, his eyes, his blue eyes, that had a shade of every ocean collided didn't mean anything. Nor I thought that they ever will. Damn, I was wrong. I was so wrong.

(Now something about my stage)

- Okay, my dad had this when he was my age, so if you wonder how I got it, I think it's genetic. It's an easy operation, but tricky. You never know when it can go further in bowels. My first surgery was okay, I guess. I was hours away from getting sepsis, but luckily I had great doctors here, that took care of my health and took care of me. But the only problem is that it comes back, to my dad it never did but I know people that operated it several times, someone even 5 or 6 times, maybe more. 9 month after my first surgery it came back, and since I was a girl and scars were not good for one girl, hard on the eyes, the doctor tried to take the cyst out through lots of little operation (by little I mean no anesthesia), which meant lots of recovery, no sports, no training at home or at the fitness center, nothing. For now it's going very good, (yeah. it still lasts), but doctor thinks we made it to the end.