Kharla’s Diaries

No, I’m not talking about a bubbling liquid heated to its boiling point. I’m talking about that icky, dreadfully painful skin disease caused by the inflammation of hair follicles that results in an accumulation of pus and dead tissues.

I just had to look that up, because it is so unsettling to have others think that maybe I was unhygienic that’s why I acquired it. I change my bedsheets once every 2 weeks, and brush my toilet seat every week. I was in a self-denial stage for a long time. As the pain increased and the affected area grew, however, I could no longer think of it as a bedbug bite, and thus resigned to and accepted the fact that it is, indeed, a boil.
I live my days as though a vampire exposed to sunlight, only I scream inwardly and don’t die. My performance at work is affected, since I walk ever so slowly and get to my supervisors twice the usual time; when I sit down, it is with the slowness of a snail and as I do, my brain processes the pain brought about the stretching of the entire affected area. And boy, as we discuss insurance premiums and commencement dates, that pain is all I my mind can ever think about.

My nights too are spent half-asleep (or less than half), because of the throbbing ache and the fever, and the fear that I might unconsciously turn at night and roll on the side where the boil is and thus endure a more agonizing pain. I think I mumble cries all night long and thru dawn. What a nightmare for me….huhuhu.

Walking  has also become an arduous task for me, and I never knew how much butt muscle we use when walking until now. I walk with the dexterity of an 80-year old. Now I understand how they feel when you cross at a pedestrian lane and see, a little bit too late, that only 8 seconds are left for you to cross a wide highway. You know you have to run, but you just CAN’T. Bwahahahah!!

But if walking is such a painful chore, imagine too if you had to climb a stairway… No matter how short it is, that one is a guaranteed torture. I would rather walk the extra distance to a lift than climb up or down even the shortest stairway.

Crowds, buses, MRTs, and queues can also be very dangerous places for someone with a boil. You’ll never know when that lady behind you will swing her extra-wide bag, or if that kid will bump into you while playing around. Or someone would trip and fall towards your back and hit that spot dead on. Or when the MRT would lurch and cause the person at your side to suddenly slam into you. Just this afternoon while waiting for the feeder bus, a woman carrying her hand bag walked past behind me, hitting my left side with her bag. I KNEW she was going to hit my right side too, but my motor skills just weren’t fully revved up yet, and I was not able to react on time. That one cost me tears and saliva (the pain was so terrible, my mouth watered).

My spiritual shepherd advised that I take antibiotics; these are pills that I will gladly swallow if only to speed up the healing of this disease. A friend had me try a chlorophyll solution, and I have to say it was successful in drawing out that awful yellowish discharge called pus. I may decide to take painkillers on the side, if I can no longer bear the pain, but as much as possible I limit my intake of well-meaning drugs..heheh. I still have a lot of days and nights to endure before this pain will finally be gone. This boil of mine has upped my endurance to pain, but I definitely would not miss it when it’s gone.

So goodluck to you, and I hope you won’t ever blog with the same title as mine…. :o)

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