I watch the nurses, running around the corridor. Occupied with the daily needs of their patients.
They seem so busy, so alive.

At home, everyone tells me that they are busy. Busy with the baby, busy with household chores.

Friends tell me they are at work, or with their families. The world before them. Revolving, changing.

But from inside my room. Room 7. My life seems to pass so slowly. My only glimpse to the world outside is the door, the windows. It goes a little further when they push me out for x-ray, CT scan. Which is rare.

I wish to be occupied with meaningful stuff. I also wish to be at home, being busy with baby and household chores. I wish for my world to be much bigger than the one i am in now.

I am tired of all the waiting. Wait for blood results to go up. Wait for Dr to say i can go home. Wait for good news about being completely well.

How much longer must i wait? Never have i yearned for freedom more than now. Freedom to go to a stall and buy what i want to eat. Freedom to go to the shopping mall. Freedom to go home and move around the whole house.

I pray for my freedom to be regained soon and never be robbed from me like this ever again.