It’s been 5 days since I came here, and I really want to take a shower. Today as I open the window and trying to see the surroundings outside, people get busy with their respective things to do, the nurse was walking around, taking one patient to another patient, or the mother who looks sad because her kid has to stay here for a few days. This is why they said health is an expensive thing, yet you only realize it when you get sick. I walk back to my bed, looking at the clock, it is 10 am now. The nurse always takes my blood in the early morning so they will wake me up even though I hate waking up earlier. This morning the nurse didn’t know where she has to take my blood anymore, my both hands full of needle marks as they take it twice a day, and it means in these 5 days there are 10 needle marks that I got. My left hand is swelled and they finally transferred the IV to my right hand to avoid getting bigger, and another good news is my fear towards the needle is suddenly gone