Today I finally got to see my “friends” again; you know the ones who took my awesomeness away and gave me a necklace instead as a present. I understood today that I wasn’t in so much pain as the last time we have seen each other, because everything looked a little different this time.
I could see the carnage coming in and going out, I could see the wounds of every single person much better and the thing that struck me the most is that I could hear their screams loud and clear now. There were so many people screaming their pain around me today and I thought that maybe I screamed mine too last time and didn’t care about the people who could have heard me. Maybe the ER is one of the few places in this world where any behavior is allowed and not judged. In the four hours waiting to see a doctor I imagined that us, humans, chose to have people assigned as doctors, or nurses because we can’t handle the pain around us. It’s like we have created a job so we can feel normal when we want to turn our heads away from another person’s suffering and not feel any remorse because of that. We are all designed to have compassion, but maybe you need some kind of monster inside you to have the power to cut into flesh and still smile to that piece of flesh afterwords, and I mean that in the best possible way. They must be some kind of monster-heroes, that have some sort of thing that the rest of us didn’t develop or don’t posses.
After four hours and a lot of sounds and images happening in front of my eyes, I finally got what I came for: some exams, some pain killers and an almost result. The good thing was they didn’t want to remove anything else from my body, the bad news is the pain is far from gone and there are some more doctors I need to visit, but at least they aren’t in the ER. As always I am grateful that every little experience I go through captures my mind in a way that allows me to create many more short stories for my book. Inspiration is an amazing thing, it would be better if I wouldn’t have to experience it myself.