I took the medication prescribed by the doctor only for the first 2 days. I was in pain, so the doctor gave me something to reduce it. But then I realised by taking the medicine I couldn't even open my eyes to read. So I stopped taking the pills. The pain came back, but I'd rather endure it than turning myself into a zombie that lost its way back home in the broad daylight. Nevertheless, I feel sad, depressed and lonely. Being immobile really restrict my ability to move around and do things as usual. I could easily get tired, my hands and knees hurt like h*ll trying to support and balance my slow movement at home. Gosh!
I used to cry during my visits at the hospital because his condition was so unbearable and full of pain. He had to undergo 3 different operations to clean up the "crushed bones" in his leg, hand and his back and to replace them with titanium. It took him about 9 months to be able to move his hands and right leg. Unfortunately, his left leg remain paralyse till now. Despite his strong will to get back on his feet and walk again, he is now another member of "OKU".
The strong spirit and effort that he has in him had never stopped him from going anywhere he wants. He can now drive alone to where ever he wants to go. He still sees some friends either for small chats or for business deals. I met him several times during family occassions. He might not be able to walk like a normal person, but he is as strong and as cheerful as before. So why must I feel sad and depressed for what happened to me? It's just a matter of ONE fractured bone. I am far more lucky than him.
After all, it's a reminder from Allah that I might have committed sin and should immediately repent to Him.
To abang Jaafar, I admire you for your perseverance and strong will to recover. I wish I have that such spirit in me to continue fighting.
May Allah bless you always