Strength

Five years on, with an average of an op a year. Great achievement. 

Can't imagine this is something I've been unknowingly trying to "achieve".  

Nobody would want this I'm sure.

I really don't know what to say. 

Momo asked if I'm immune to it already. 

Maybe yes, maybe no. Or maybe I don't even know. 

It bugs me. Yet it doesn't. 

Perhaps just a silent why. Why me.

I've been through it so many times, I'm way too familiar with the procedures. 

Which spells anything but a good sign. And it's nothing to be proud of. 

Now, it's more about what to do to kill boredom for the rest of the week and the next one week that's gonna come by in less than 2 months. 

I know I need rest. But not this way, please.  

I'm everything but negative. I'm just feeling really sick and tired of this. 

Maybe they should just mince me, pack me in a vacuum bag and tuck me away at one corner. AND FORGET ABOUT ME. 

I'll stay fresh this way with no issues. 

I think God has a way to test my tolerance and endurance. 

And he loves it. He tests them about once a year. It's like new year or X'mas visits. 

Just that he doesn't bring me ang pow or presents. He takes things away from me. 

But no worries for I'm strong. I have no fear. 

So be it. Come what may.