The moment I arrived home on December 19, I began to suffer from what it's called Bartholin Cyst (let's not discuss this embarrassing subject, but you may research to learn about more). The first full week of my seemingly long vacation consisted of making several trips to our family doctor, and eventually to the ER. It finally came down to going under the knife for the first time in my life (and boy was that painful even with local anesthesia), impending medical bills, and two antibiotics. Oh, I also forgot about Vicodin that caused horrible side-effects, thus making the conclusion that narcotics are not for me.
I was horribly upset about this unexpected illness that ruined my whole vacation plans. You know, this was a big deal for me - the last winter vacation before I finish my graduate program and entering so called the 'real world', two precious weeks that I was allowed to take from my boss that will help devote all my time with my family and friends. None of that happened so far. Spending a whole week on home remedies, hospital/pharmacy trips, procedures/tests, and never-ending bed rest was not my idea of vacation. But it happened.
To give you a conclusion for this ridiculous journey is that I am better, in better spirits at least. Cyst is gone and I can function like a normal person. Pain is gone, and I no longer have to be in bed all day long and get backaches. There is that awkward walking of me which my dad constantly laughs, but I have no shame at this point. Not my fault that my body decided to do something crazy to me.
Overall, this was and still a learning lesson for me. As someone who has never been sick like this before (a week in bed, seriously?!), this was a test of patience. Allowing my body to process whatever it needs to process was an excruciating trial of my patience and endurance. I was completely useless, just a kid waiting for her mother to take care of her. My parents have been constantly reminding me how lucky I am to receive all the care I need right at home. Their reminder is completely and utterly true - I simply could not imagine dealing this by myself without anyone's help. To receive 24/7 care from my family and be able to rest in my own bed... it was literally the best scenario one could create, if this unfortunate situation was to happen anyway.
To this day, I feel terrible knowing that my family had to throw away all their winter plans and things they would want to do with their daughter/sister/grand-daughter just because this person, me, had this out-of-the-blue health crisis. Then, next week, I am going on my scheduled cruise to the Caribbean. How incredibly selfish is that? Shouldn't my family deserve the same kind of leisure after taking me care of me so much? In that context, I feel incredibly guilty going on this trip.
Nevertheless, we feel blessed that this illness has brought us together even stronger and was able to spend some serious quality time at home. I just wish it was for a better reason. Everybody realized that Wonjee (that'd be me) could get sick like this, too. Personally, it has reminded me how unexpected life can be, even till concluding moments of the year. I feel like I have become more adaptable and resilient. And yes, life sucks sometimes. Most of all, I realized to never take my health for granted, as it not only affects me but everyone around me. Plus, it just makes your life really, really miserable. I'm going to take a better care of myself and forever appreciate the unconditional support and love I got from my family, relatives, boyfriend, and friends. I'm a very, very blessed person.
Thank you Z for enduring my obnoxious medical questions and emotional roller-coaster!
Thank you mom & dad for taking care of me around the clock! xoxo
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