I was impressed upon the first visit to the Tan Tock Seng Medical Clinic. It looked more like a shopping centre, but much more spacious and clean.
I wasn’t feeling great to be alone again, though others were envious of me. It was another big difference in thinking between my surrounding people and I. Walking out of camp for medical appointment was totally different from going home.
I felt stupid again into the conversation with the doctor when I realised he was only specialised in nerve systems. What I really needed was examination in my legs injuries and not just the little numbness on top of the foot. The fact that I’d cancelled another appointment for the lump on my calf pissed me off.
I didn’t know how much longer I could endure the pains, and I didn’t want to lose the chance to play volleyball for my future camp. I couldn’t wait to be attached out, from the jail-like place. I needed my freedom more than anyone, the time to improve and prove myself with works I could accomplish.
I walked on to a lost track once again.