OA
I have osteoarthritis. OA.
If you think it sounds like an old person’s illness, I’m here to tell you, YES. Yes it is. But that knowledge doesn’t exempt me from it, does it?
I’ve been diagnosed with it last year, somewhere in August or September. With the prescriptions and the way our doctor handled it, I thought it was like I just have something. Turns out, today, I know and feel for sure that I do HAVE something. And it’s pointing out that it shouldn’t be taken for granted. Painfully.
The pain does so much as to strap me in bed and lock me at home. But the pain, I can control. What makes me worry is seeing other people worry about me. I fear a lot since the illness affects my lower back. And even if I’m not a science geek or a health freak, I know a lot of things happen in that area. And thinking about them brings on my fears.
I don’t want it.
The last thing I wanna be deprived of is movement.
I don’t want a careful life.
I wanna learn how to cartwheel.
I wanna reach my legs.
I wanna get my pen from the ground without having to sit on my ankles.
The one thing I don’t wanna grow old with is this.
I wanna still be able to carry my sister.
I wanna continue playing badminton with him.
I want to slouch and not care less.
There are a billion things I don’t and I do want. And all those just come to me now. Now that I know I’ll risk a lot if I do them.
Some people might think OA ra kaayo ko.
Sakto man. OA man gyud.
