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I guess I should share some thoughts here for a while and I also need everyone's suggestion about this problem I'm encountering.
2 years ago back in the Philippines, we received a confirmation letter from the embassy that we can go to Canada and in need of medical examination. So we went on the day they appointed the test. We did Xrays, urine tests, eye check etc.. However a month later, we received another letter from them and requested another Xray examination for me and from my father. This is were we wonder that they must've found something inside my lungs. I also have weak lungs and I often get sick when I was a kid. The examination was for Bacterial tuberculosis watsoever (lol). The second Xray was finished and a woman from the medical group approached me that they wanted me to do another test and this time on the hospital. I forgot what the examination was but they will get your saliva from you. The only rule for the test was to don't eat, don't brush your teeth and put make up on. Of course we paid a high amount of money and I apologized to my mother for all the trouble that I'm causing her. She said it was ok and wanted me to recover again. At the hospital, we followed the map that the woman gave to us and we went into this clinic. There were a lot of people not just me. We waited for an hour and I was so hungry. At last we entered the room and two nice doctors and nurses waiting for us, and 2 metal chambers inside. They gave us this bottle to were we need to put our saliva. The doctors said to avoid being exposed to bacteria, we need to enter the chambers one by one. The chambers to me were frightening; a small room made of steel, you can't get out unless someone opens it from the outside etc. We also need to do this in 3 consecutive days. So yeah, I never eat breakfast for 3 consecutive days and carried the terror inside me.
The good news is that I appear to be negative, and when I came here to Canada, they explained to me the purpose of the examination. They found a scar within my lungs and they wanted to know if I had a history of tuberculosis but sadly all of my medical records were blurry. The doctor said that I will be carrying this scar within me for the rest of my life and they say they will end my examination and so they did. They only gave me advice that I shouldn't push myself that will harm my body. They were also impressed that my immune system was powerful than my parents or sister and they would like me to maintain it.
Today, I'm actually living a better and healthy life. I never talked about my parents how the examination turned out to be a trauma to me. I just acted how strong and brave I was outside while I was actually pale and scared inside. Until now, I still have nightmares about it; getting stuck inside a dark room all alone. Like getting stuck inside an elevator.
We all have different experiences that will cause us to tremble one day and I just experienced one and left a mark inside. I symbolized the scar within me as a sign, and the only one who can see it is me.
Thanks for your time reading this
I just decided that I should let this 21892014 words out of my head because I'll be writing and essay tomorrow OTL;; I'm sorry if the words are sort of disgusting ;_; I can't find any other words for that (lol) I just wanted to know if people experienced this before or if they wanted to share a similar story that I'm having cuz that will greatly help me
K guys~ Have a wonderul day