The lesson I learnt

I encourage myself to be as calm as possible. I can't worry about so many things at the same time. I was pleased to know that Ela was able to clean our records and with that being settled, what I needed at the time was to rest even if that seems difficult. I must not stress too much so that I will be fit for discharge the next day.

I noticed mum and Ela were watching to see how I was handling the piece of news." I can't act weak" I reasoned in my heart :otherwise mum would want me back to live with her which I know I will not agree to and I didn't want her to go back worried either if she thinks i would not be fine living by myself. I looked at my mum and gave her a slight smile. "it will be fine mum" although I still had some doubts in my heart but I chose to remain positive in the mixt.

I was angry at my boss's action but I must not allow my anger to lead me. I remember a lesson Nana had thought us when we were little. After she narrated the story of 'the wise tortoise and the foolish dog', she then asked what was the moral lesson learned! It's not good to be angry I replied. "no no" Nana said as she shook her head in disagreement. "It is good to be angry' my younger sister said and every one in the room, including my cousin who was arranging her clothes in the living room buster into laughter hearing her answer . "Correct" Nana announced. I paused and looked at Nana as though there was something wrong with my ears. This was the first time I had ever doubted Nana, I felt she just wanted to tease me.

"Your sister is right." she nodded as if to confirm my doubt.

"What do you mean she's correct?" I asked in disbelieve . I had not expected Nana to say that.

Nana looked at me, seeing the doubts I had, she explained further and said It was okay to be angry but you should never allow it to lead you. I didn't understand what those words meant then but as I became older, the meaning of the statement became clearer to me.

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The following morning.

I work up feeling better. I was no longer feeling my head aching that much. I didn't know at what point I slept off but I was glad that I was able to sleep. It was a fresh morning and I hope for the day to be better than the previous. I waited quietly for the doctor to come and check me. I didn't want to think about what Ela had told me the previous night. I deliberately push the thoughts aside each time I was tempted to.

I wanted to know if I would be discharge that day so it was better not to create more problems for myself. My mum came in shortly after I woke up and she assisted me to the bathroom to freshen up. I was still at the bathroom when I heard the doctor's voice. He was attending to a patient in my ward. I hurriedly finish up and came out. Luckily enough, the doctor had not reached my bed so I went in and sat on my bed as I waited for him.

"How are you miss Osima?" The doctor greeted with a bright smile on his face. Very well thank you doctor ' I replied the doctor. I tried to suppress my agitation. I love the bright smile on the doctor' s face but I wasn't sure of what he would say . I prayed silently in my heart that the doctor would sign my discharge papers that morning . I did felt better, but it was the duty of the doctor to decide if I was fit enough to go home. He took my Vitale check and then I saw him wrote on the file he was holding.

"So miss Osima, your recovery has been good and from what I see here, you are ready to go home but you must not push your self too hard in the next couple of weeks. Try to rest as much as possible and do not forget to take your medications," The doctor spoke as he looked through the files in his hands.

I was so happy to hear this piece of news from the doctor. I felt happy like a cat who had just been set free from the prison haha. I have looked forward to it. I was glad the doctor finally signed my discharge papers. He handed some papers to my mum. "here" take this papers to the admin session, there you will be cleared for your discharge, " the doctor handed another paper to my mother.

As I watch my mother going out to start the discharge process, I imagine how I will walk straight to the office on Monday morning and give a piece of my mind to Mr Fred and then go to meet the HRM to prove my case.