This story reminds me of my best (girl) friend. She has tiny eyes too. I don’t “bully” her over it, but I do comment on it a lot because it’s so cute. Don’t forget to follow the amazing author. 😇
Source: The Girl With Small Eyes
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Hey guys! This is my friend’s story. He’s the one who helped me open up this blog. I think his story is very inspirational. You might wanna read it. Happy Reading! ☺️
It was February 2015 when I started to get these really bad chronic headaches, not the normal ones that you usually get, and they used to easily last for 2-3 minutes in which you can do nothing. That’s when I found out that I have hydrocephalus. I knew I had some kind of thing planted at both sides of my head that connects to my brain. I never knew what it was and since it never bothered me I didn’t even pay attention to it. Once when they started, I woke up in the middle of the night experiencing a piercing pain which I couldn’t handle. I had to wake my parents up. Dad immediately sensed that it was not a normal headache and something was wrong. Instead of seeking medical attention my dad and I went to get a tablet that I used to take when I was little. The headache calmed down but that wasn’t it. I continued taking that medicine. That’s when I got the chronic headaches during my classes. I used to leave all my work and just concentrate on the headache until it was normal. Later in March, I think it was the 5th of March, I got the headache again at home and I lost consciousness. I was rushed to the hospital where I’ve been going since I was 8 months old for the same reason. They medicated me first and I was fine, so my dad took a “Leave On Medical Advice” and decided to bring me home. A few days later the headache resurfaced and I was rushed back to the hospital. The doctor who later operated me told dad the entire procedure I had to go through. My dad got a little tensed and decided to try another hospital to which I was taken in an ambulance. There the doctor simply said that all they would do is operate me for a third shunting which could have been worse. (Please note that all this, I was told later on.) I was unconscious to actually know what was happening. I was on the verge of suffering from a haemorrhage. At 6am I was operated on to remove the two shunts and to insert a temporary external drain to drain out all the bleeding that had occurred during the process. During that time I was bed bound in the hospital. I was only able to get up if a physiotherapist helped me out and if the drain was closed, but that too for only five minutes. Twenty days later, I was operated on again for a new shunting. On the 27th of March 2015 I finally got discharged.
I did not write my mock exams and I suffered greatly academically. I wrote my CIEs and ended up getting a CDE. I got a C in Maths just because I was able to get help from my Math teacher during her office hours. I was devasted seeing my transcript but decided not to give up. I opted for Business since that was the subject I had an E in. I worked as hard as I could and on Thursday when we finally received our result I looked at my grades. CCD. Something I’ll still call an achievement. My grade dropped in maths but I was not disheartened. I got admission to SZABIST and now am on my way to pursue my degree in Computer Sciences, something I always wanted to do. I am now living normally and I don’t even notice having a disease. Obviously it’s still in the back of my head and I really don’t mind people talking to me about it.
All in all, I would just like to say “Life knocks you down in several ways, but it’s your decision to get back up or not!” Have an optimistic approach to life because your interpretation and the way you choose to deal with things matters a lot. Peace!