I am normal from outside and you may not know anything wrong on me until you
see my right hand trying to grip almost anything.
It happened about 3 months ago. I was
supposed to proceed with treatments and injection but my fear is bigger than
having to push my baby during delivery. It’s my hand people..or maybe I am still
lacking of information on this syndrome.
I thought I have fully recovered last month
since I don’t feel anything awkward on my hand movements, but lately my friends
and families reminded me again of my imperfection..
1)Colleagues : Mar, sakit lagi ya.. Nampak pelik la mar
pegang garfu dan pisau..
2)Kakak jual sarapan pagi : Adik, masih tak baik lagi
Me answered : Eh,
nampak sangat ke kak?
Kakak jual sarapan
pagi : Nampak dik,macam susah sangat awak nak pegang sudip ambil kuih tu..
Me : Terima kasih
kak sebab perasan.
Even on this small thing, people surrounding me
are aware on my condition.. deep down I feel there are still people out there who
do care on other people.
Within my silent jiffy from blogging, there
are things happened here and there.. I was at the verge of losing trust on
people and losing hope on myself.
It took me a moment to realize back on the virtue
of living on earth and my priority as a muslim. God rescued me. Alhamdulillah
My de Quervain syndrome reminds me back that
it is ok to be imperfect and it is normal.
I have to set straight my vision and mission and focus on what I have
today. Swimming while drinking will make you drown to the deep of the ocean.
First thing first, I have to be brave and
treat myself right on this syndrome. I shall continue with the treatments. :)
Being alone is more heartbreaking than being