On the fateful night, just nine days after my birthday, my heart was feeling empty or something else as if I did not want to do anything. Or perhaps my instincts were directing me because I remembered asking God to cure my acnes on my face on the day before. I do not care about my face as "Charm is deceptive and beauty disappears."(Pr 31:30) But those acnes often gave me painful and itchy sensations, affecting my sleep and other activities. After Eucharistic mass, I found myself in the adoration room. I had been begging my mum to take me to the doctor to treat my acnes as the medicines from pharmacy stores did not work. Of course, I had asked God to cure me. It went on till my mum told me off to ask God alone because she thought that it was natural to have acnes as the puberty. I understood but they were very painful and itchy. I had no choice but to remain silent. "The start of argument is like the first break in the dam; stop it before it goes any further." (pr 17:14) "If you are wise, you will keep quiet." (Pr 10:19)
So during my reflection, the story of Tobit kept knocking at the door of my mind. Instantly, I recalled how his prayer for cure of blindness was answered. God sent angel Raphael to use the medicine to cure Tobit's eyes. So I thought He was telling me to see the doctor. But how? Because my mum was still stubborn and refused to take me to the clinic. But I kept reminding myself, "Trust in the Lord. Do not despair." (Ps 27:14)
First Day:
Then the next night began when I decided not to attend the catechism class but to stay at home to do my home works. As experienced, I was careful to cut the candle in my hand to remove the string so as to melt the wax. But instead, i got stabbed in my hand by the penknife. I rushed around to wash it and stopped the bleeding. My father was in panic mode and getting the cotton wool from the drawer. My mum arrived home on time after burning the "hell money" sacrifice downstairs. Then, my mum and I rushed to the nearby clinic with huge cast of cotton wool and tissue paper. It looked like the white cotton candy with strawberry sauce. But the doctor said that I needed to go to hospital to get treated. So we went back to collect my identify card and rushed to the hospital. The journey was smooth as if God was directing it. I was attended immediately by the beautiful and pretty nurses and surgeons. After I was given injection, (I think it's painkiller.) I felt my hand being sewed as they attended me. According to my mum, the nurse reported that I was very brave and good as the other patients screamed in pain. After all, I did not feel pain from the beginning. It was strange because I must have lost at least one litre of blood yet I did not feel painful. I was taken to the temporary ward but my hand kept bleeding again. So they did the same thing to my hand again. But this time, it was the doctor with the aura of confidence. So after a while, I was transferred to the first class room. I was supposed to go to the ward but it was full. I thanked God for the room. I was attended by another batch of doctors as my hand bled again. I was feeling a bit dizzy because of blood loss.
Second Day:
I felt like being treated like the king as the nurses attended to my needs and checked my status regularly. In the afternoon, I was transferred to the ward where I saw many pretty nurses. I really thought that I did not mind going there again as long as I could see them! In the night, I was taken to the operation room where I was attended by the surgeons. I could remember how instantly my eyes drew the blackness after taking the anaesthetic. According to my mum, she tried to wake me after the operation but I remained sleeping like the log. But I remembered that I was praying and praising God during the period.
Third Day:
Nothing much happened as I was sleeping a lot. The effects of anaesthetic were still working that I vomited when I was taken to see the orthopaedic doctor. Afterwards, I was reading Proverbs a bit. At night, I had the chance to have a short conversation with Muslim elder, my neighbour in the ward. He told me that he had a lot of dangerous acccidents from the workplace. He was supposed to die but he was still alive and okay. I was astonished to the large extend that I prayed for him as well as another one between us. Another one, Muslim elder, suffered the heart problems. He was a big eater as I saw him still gobbling food at late night yet he did not have high blood pressure. I was amazed. Yes, he reminded me of the wrestler, Andre the Giant because they looked exactly alike!
Fourth Day:
Finally, the doctors gave me an approval to get discharged from the hospital after checking my hand. I was led to the orthopaedic doctor again to get checkup. In the late afternoon, I was finally discharged. I went to the school to submit the medical certificate. God had another surprise for me. My mother promised me to take to the doctor to clean my hand and treat my acnes after three days! Praise the Lord for answering my prayer! I want to thank God for His excellent plans for me.
"The Lord says, 'I will teach you the way you should go; I will instruct you and advise you." (Ps 32:8)
"I praise the Lord, because He guides me, and in the night my conscience warns me. And so I am thankful and glad, and I feel completely secure." (Ps 16:7, 9)
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