Going home

A physiotherapy came and help me to get down from my bed. Its the first time since surgery that I can move my leg a bit and try to get down.


I am like a newborn baby that taught how to move and walk. The first move was pain , dizzy and I feel breathless. They ask me to deep breath slowly in and out... It did help...I slowly move my leg a bit, my body ....and finally I can sit down...


They teach me know to breath and cough... Yes, I must cough because after surgery there was a phlegm in my lung and I need to cough it out. Cough in this time really kill me... I feel very pain when I cough...


I manage to cough a little and walk down to toilet. ... I was very happy that I can walk again... When I saw myself at the mirror, I really frightened. I said... is it me? I can not recognized the person inside the mirror. The face was filled with pain, worry, tired and helpless.


I said to myself, I must be strong, It was over... I will be healthy....


That afternoon, I request to be discharged. Doctor agree after he examine that I am getting well.


I was delighted ... Finally after a long battle with demon... I win...........