I notice something wasn’t right when I woke up from bed after my usual Sunday afternoon nap. At first, I thought it was the usual cramp but the pain got worst and all I want to do is stay on bed.
As Monday morning comes along, the pain got worst. I couldn’t move my left leg, especially my thigh. It was mortified fucking painful. The last time I felt that pain when I accidentally sprain my arms 2 years back while sleeping in class. Sad isn’t it?
So, I asked my mum for the tieh-ta (chinese version of orthopedic doctor) who did my arm before. Apparently, my brother knows the direction to that place. Mind you, my grandfather is actually a tieh-ta, however, I tried his precious skills before and trust me, it’s painful. But painful means good. If I’m going there, it’s going to be double the pain because he wants his granddaughter to heal faster.
*or·tho·pe·dics also or·tho·pae·dics
NOUN:
(used with a sing. verb)
The branch of medicine that deals with the prevention or correction of injuries or disorders of the skeletal system and associated muscles, joints, and ligaments.
Anyways, the foul smell of the medicine sucks so much that my boyfriend kept teasing me that’s the only thing he can smell even with good food. And he calls me vain!!! I ain’t no vain! I just don’t feel comfortable walking around in the mall with my one of my thighs wrapped. The lady gave me a list of things I can’t eat. Trust me, it is hard to resist whatever she’s asking me to do. Best part, I can bath but have to make sure water doesn’t go near there.
UTI then muscle tear. BITCH!!!!
