Jan 22, 2012
Some people might think I am the lucky one and I live a very smooth life. I don’t and certainly didn’t.
During my first year in the United States, I encountered my first life-threatening experience.
It happened quickly within the first three months of my stay as a graduate student in the States. I didn’t know it would happen like this. In fact, I was not aware of certain condition happening.
I fell ill. I thought it was just something simple, so I went to school as usual, did my long-hour practice, studied and rested at late hours.
One weekend I was trying to go to school to do my practice. I felt really sick, so I had to lie in bed and took rest. I was frustrated by the situation, that I couldn’t return to my daily practice. I lied there and thought it would be better very soon. It didn’t. There had been pain developing in my body for couple weeks or so but I just ignored it. It didn’t go away and gradually grew without my noticing. It was painful. No, it became excruciating eventually.
I would never forget that day. I didn’t know it was day, or night, or it was the whole day. But I just lied in bed, feeling excruciating pain in my body. And then fever developed. But it was no ordinary fever. In fact, if that was called a fever, I had never had one in my entire life. One moment I felt like I was dipping in a pool of iced water, the other moment in burning flame. They took turn for many rounds that I couldn’t keep count of. Should there ever be an inferno, I was certainly in the middle of it. I felt almost unconscious, and it was then I felt my life was drifting away slowly, that I was dying. In that blurry moment, I kept thinking how much I had left unaccomplished, and how come I was to be deceased, alone, in a foreign country. Was I about to die?
It was the next morning that my roommate found me in such horrible condition that she drove me quickly into the hospital. I was rushed in for check-up. The doctor told me that should I be sent in even a bit later, my condition would really be life-threatening and I would have to be sent to the emergency room for surgery. So I survived and lived.
From that moment onwards, I knew I had to take good care of my physical health and always went to the doctor for consultation whenever I felt sick. On top of that, I started doing physical exercises (that I never did before) to further promote my health.
And that went my little story of survival.
How about yours?
P.S. My positivity is hardly innate. But I make it happen.