A sick month

It started off with a simple pain. That’s how most things start of I guess. I hated this period of time because it made me feel completely helpless. A kidney infection is something that was not uncommon to me but it wasn’t a pain I was accustomed to. Once before in the not to distance past I had a kidney infection that was supposed to have healed. Or so I thought. My understanding of this infection is that the initial kidney infection that I had, had not completely left my body. The fragment of it that remained was ready for round two, a round that took out so much strength from me to defeat. But the process was difficult. Once a kidney infection was suspected I had to see multiple doctors and visit the hospital many times, myself I have a phobia of hospitals so naturally I was nervous. But the battle had begun in my body. Physically and emotional warfare was about to take place. sometimes, a "lady's gotta do, what a lady has gotta do". I fought with myself, went to hospitals, spoke to doctors. there came a point wherein even the best doctors in Singapore could not answer to why the pain but it definitely has subsided but hasn't completely gone. family back home got so worried, the least a patient can know is what is exactly wrong with the person and that is something I would still want to know.