I know this story of my fear experience would relate to the other stories that have been posted on this topic of fear as it is majorly one thing that we as humans are more afraid of... Death. Losing one's live is a scary thing to think about, just the imaginations can take a year out of one's life's span.
But this story I'll be sharing has a different approach to why it was a fearful ordeal for me. Thinking about it now, I feel a cold shiver down my spine... Can't believe I've been thinking hard on what an experience I had that I feared most when I saw the topic.
It happened when I was alone in my room at school and unannounced, my friend visited me almost late in the night (I still thank God everyday she came around that night). I was having a very painful stomach ache but acted strong until it was 11pm at night, I felt like I was withering away... I got scared and burst into tears as I hold my stomach groaning in pains.
My friend made some calls and I managed to pick my mum's call, that was how I ended up in a hospital crying and fighting to breath so I don't give my life up. Before then, I had never been to a hospital as a patient so everything felt scary to me... I began to have all the negative thoughts, especially not being able to go back home alive.
It got even more scarier when the doctor said I had to undergo a surgery, that I was having a severe case of appendix... I think he said something about the appendix had already burst in my stomach (a very critical situation).
And guess what! The doctor said that without doing any diagnosis or test to confirm, he just concluded and I didn't care as I was in so much pain and praying endlessly that I don't end up dying. My friends who went there with me decided to call my mum again to talk about the deposit for the surgery.
Thank goodness they called her! She immediately stopped them from operating on me (at this time, I was already in a theater preparing for the surgery). They removed their equipments from my body and my friends took me to another hospital as directed by my mum.
It was later diagnosed that I don't even have appendix 🥲 and it was just some infection I had in my stomach that antibiotics could take away... I got treated at the hospital we later went to and I was better enough to go back home.
At home, I couldn't help but imagine what would have happened if they had proceeded with the surgery to remove appendix that was never there... Would I have survived it? Yes, I got so scared thinking about it.
I feared that I would loss my life but I didn't, instead I got treated fine and went back home in better health.
