Lost In Therapy
After I left my new friend, I opened my eyes to find my dad crying, I have never seen this man cry before now, there is a saying that “men hardly cry”, and that was what I believed growing up, but this incident is proving that saying wrong. He quickly wiped his tears when he saw my eyes opened, he lifted my hands and kissed them with so much joy and then dashed out to call the doctor and nurses as guess, since he whispered, I will be back and returned with them. They all walked in with a smile, a team of two doctors and three nurses, the first doctor wore funny look eyeglasses and a SpongeBob tie standing very visible with his neatly ironed white lab coat, or whatever it is the doctor’s wore. I was thrilled by the tie though, because I love SpongeBob square pants so much, I could watch the cartoon over and over again and that made me nicknamed the weird looking doctor, “Spongy”.
Dr Spongy held on his right hand, something that looked like a pen but was also a flash light to my eyes, and with his left hand, lifted up my eye lids and swiped the pen touch from left to right, he then smiled and said, Tj how are you feeling, while he checked my heartbeat with his stethoscope and at the same time, monitoring the large beeping machine beside my bed and he said cleared. I kept wondering what was going on, as if cleared was some sort of signal, one of the female nurses just popped up and removed the oxygen mask from my face, and almost immediately I was short of breath and was gasping for air, these people watched me struggle with tears in my eyes.In no time, I was slowly starting to get a hang of things, I was slowly breathing on my own and in less than five minutes, I was breathing just fine, spongy came over to check my heart rate again, took another look at my eyes and the beeping machine, he then took my treatment card, wrote a lot of things on it and handed it over to the nurses who immediately swarmed into action and started pumping me full with several medications, through the tubes already in my body of course and in no time I was off, but struggled to keep my eyes open long enough to see my dad chatting happily with Dr spongy outside my room.
Seconds turned to hours as hours to days and days to months. It’s been six months since my accident, Jane still hasn’t heard a familiar voice calling, we still spend time together, but only at night, since I have a very busy schedule here at the hospital, from taking my medications, to physiotherapy which I had to be very consistent with because it was the only shot I had, if I was going to walk again and soon. Feeding time came with its stress, since I had to be properly fed with all the greens I normally wouldn’t eat, just to supply my body with all the nutrients it needed to stay strong and healthy.
Strength was something I needed since the muscles in my lower limbs were weak, I could become weaker if I did not stick to my exhausting recovery schedule. I kept a recovery journal, which comprises of pictures taken and my daily exercises and progress, which somehow made recovery fun. My physiotherapist and nurses worked tirelessly, around the clock to keep me motivated, mentally stabled and pumped for each exercise.
Learning time was spearheaded by my mom, who made sure I brought the school to my hospital bed. I could only drift away to visit Jane at night, while my mom was asleep, we would spend most of our time trying to locate her room and once in a while,I would force her to loosen up and have some have fun, I also tried to keep her motivated and pumped the whole time.
The accident came with a lot more than just me struggling to make use of my lower limbs and earning me a fancy wheelchair, it also left me with the ability to soul travel, I could go anywhere I wanted but without my body, it was like I was living two separate lives, in one I struggle to regain sensory and motor functions and recover with the help of an amazing medical team and in the other I was a super human, who couldn’t only make use of her legs, but could fly as well. My only challenge was reuniting Jane with her body. Why aren’t they trying to get her back? why aren’t they sitting beside her bed calling out her name? why can’t she hear a familiar voice? These questions kept running through my mind.
Due to the fact that I sustained an injury that only affected below my knees, my persistent hard work with my physiotherapist paid off and I could walk with my walking cane and is more than healthy enough to go home and of course continue my therapeutic exercise and meditation. It was a good thing I did not have any serious secondary complicationbesides severe pains below my level of injury and my medications were doing such a great job is managing that.
It was time to go home and I was being transferred to a hospital near where I lived, I was so excited I couldn’t wait till bed time to drift away and tell Jane the good news, I knew she must have heard, since she spends her day with me sometimes, but it is better I see her and tell her again. I quickly told my mummy I needed some rest, she tucked me in and gave me a big kiss on both cheeks as I closed my eyes as if I was asleep, what she didn’t know was that I was off, zoom like flash, I rushed to join Jane at the cafeteria, oh how she loved to watch people eat, it gives her the satisfaction that she was the one eating.
Jane I called, you would not believe what I just heard, I know I know she replied sadly, come on Jane don’t be sad, you would come with me right? I am not giving you an option so don’t think about it, come home with my family and I tomorrow, we would do everything together, you could even follow me to the hospital over there for my doctor’s appointment and it would be so much fun, I promise you. But I have to go now, before my mom tries to wake me up, stay close, I love you, I told her as I ran off.
Four weeks after I was discharged from the hospital, I had to go to “New modern hospital“ for my check up, I miss Dr spongy, I thought to myself as my mom and I were waiting for our turn in the reception, Jane was sitting beside me when she whispered in my ear, I can hear someone calling my name.
What! I screamed in delight, hold on, I would be with you shortly, I whispered back to her as if talking to myself.
After 28 weeks of living in and out of my body, I can now hear, the voices of those on both sides, which explains how I can hear Jane’s voice even while I remain in my body. Mom please excuse me, I want to use the restroom I cried and zoomed off with my sparkling pink wheelchair which had carefully been redecorated by my whole family. Before my mom could respond, she couldn’t even see my break lights, I quickly found a laundry room and hid there, while I dashed out of my body and into Jane’s hands in excitement, now go find yourself I told her, I will surely find you again I said as she disappeared into thin air. Smile covered my face as tears filled my eyes, after all this while, I thought to myself, she was never at St Louis hospital in the first place, or was she transferred here, I definitely wouldn’t find out by floating here, I said to myself and returned to my body so I could hurry back to my mom before she starts to worry and come looking for me.
Much love from Belleflower 🌺.
