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February came and broke my strength. A perfect summary of my conclusion to the second month of the year and yet already the most painful and tiring month of my life. For the first time ever in my blogsphere, I wasn't exaggerating. This drama queen knows when to take a break, obviously.

I am literally making a home out of my bed because this is exactly where I spend most of my time for the past week, other than on my couch in the living room. My movement to the other parts of the house seem vague to me if I were to recall but them toilet visits? Never have I thought it would be the most dreadful thing to do and thank God, I'm still alive to tell you this brave story.

No kidding; toilet visits after any surgery is the worst. I mean, I was prepared for a lot of the worst-case scenario but I didn't think it would be this excruciating. 

Let's just go back to the beginning. Alright, more than a week ago, I had mini surgeries done to me. I think it's cute how they call it mini simply because it's minimally invasive but there is nothing mini about what I experience after that. I have myself to blame for that because prior to the surgery day, I told myself to read patients' testimonials and experience regarding laparoscopy, minilaparotomy and D&C (the 3 procedures that were done to me) and I was like; alright, this is okay. I'll be okay, it'll be done in an hour and I'll be recovering as fast as the lightning.

But who am I kidding.

I have never felt so tired in my life. The kind of tiredness that makes you feel like you just can't cope with your body anymore. You just want your soul to detach from your body just so you couldn't feel all the bodily pains. It felt even more worse because I couldn't do anything. I couldn't get up, couldn't pee (the first time I got up to pee after like 8 hours of just laying still, I passed out), and I couldn't sleep at all simply because my body didn't feel right.

That's how I felt for the next 3 days or so. I'm still recovering as of now but alhamdulillah I can walk and shower on my own now. Clearly, my mental state has not been recovered just yet but I'm actually taking my time. It has only been more than a week and I already feel like it has been ages since I saw the real world lol. Can you imagine being at home for a month?

I'm not complaining, to be honest. I've piled all my to-read books to keep me company for the next 3 weeks. I have a feeling I might show up at work earlier than expected but I feel like I should just give myself a break for awhile.

Pray for my speedy recovery, thank you!