where am i? i cant seem to open my eyes. i feel like the weight of the world has literally been placed on top of my entire body, as i also cant seem to lift a finger. All i could hear was a faint beeping sound in the mere distance. All i could smell was the strong scent of detol and medicine.
All that went through my head was what the hell is going on?
i tried taking in a deep breathe as i felt suffocated. i heard a very familiar voice. My mother. i finally got the energy to open my eyes, and right before i did all the events of last night played in my head. i tried getting up but squirmed from the pain. I opened my eye lids and saw these 4 plain walls surrounding me. yup you got it right diary, im still in the hospital.
in the room...
mama: meera! finally you woke up!
stop trying to move. i'll call the doctor.
the doctor came in and started telling me all the events of the following night. Apparently i had surgery. why? apparently i had kidney failure and the reason i threw up was because i got food poisoning oh and one more thing...
doctor: meera, you seem to have gone above natural stress levels and that wasn't helping your situation at all. All it did was add pressure to your kidney and make you weaker.
The doctor said that and dissapered. My mother approached me in a manner that made every hair on my body and head stand right up. She looked at me very sternly, and i knew what was coming next.
mama: meera would you like to tell me whats going on? (you guessed right diary. now shes gonna keep asking till i say something)
me: oh nothing, just my end of year exams have been on my mind lately.
After that she looked at me, she walked out, leaving me and my father behind.
baba: meera dont mind your mother, just get some rest. we'll go home and come back at 6. (it was 11am)
he kissed my forehead and walked out.
what was that all about?
how long do i have to stay here?
how long was i asleep for?
what am i supposed to do?
2 hours passed with me just staring at the dull muted tv, with not a thing to entertain me. i tried sighting my phone...
i turned my phone on, and as soon as that happened, i found literally 30 missed calls.
Arwa tried calling around 15 times
Anoud tried calling 10 times
Rakan tried calling 5 times
the date on my phone was set 2 days after the day i arrived to kuwait. That was weird. I'ts impossible that i slept through an entire day. knowing myself id probably wake up like 600 times.
my phone froze. perfect.
i restarted it and just as it opened, it wouldnt stop vibrating...
incoming call rakan
my heart fell to the pit of my stomach when i read that and i could literally feel my heart beats accelerate in my ear. a smile spread itself across my face, and as soon as i realised i counted to 5 and picked up..
me: a- alo
rakan: .....
me: aloo, rakan?
rakan: ......
im so sorry for the delay. please forgive me. school started and i got caught up. i'll try posting again real soon. Tell me what you think x
"when my absence doesn't alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it"
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