A week before my short semester's final exam, I woke up early in the morning to notice that there's something on my chest that's really causing a lot of pain. It's swollen, red & big like a piece of MARBLE. I tried to ignore it as long as I could yet I wasn't that strong enough. So, I took all the courage that I had & decided to hop in the campus' clinic for a check up..
I was really hoping that it wasn't something serious cause the last time I visited the clinic, the doctor send me for a surgery. HONESTLY, i hate surgery!! unfortunately, what I was afraid of was coming knocking at my door.. the doctor said "I'll give you medication for a day & if it's still not okay, i'll have to do a small surgery on it".. I was like dang!! not another surgery!!! & I went back hoping the pain & that swollen thing will just go off anytime soon. To my dismay, it took me a week of medication & I bared with the pain as I refused for that mini surgery.
One day, that swollen part just bleed blood and I almost lose my conscience...I'd like to keep the rest of the story in total silence cause I don't want to recall that terrifying experience again. The bottom line is I'm alive & without going through THAT gruesome experience of surgery for the second time...
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