I went to the pharmacy to get some meds for the disgusting boil on my left arm. I ask the pharmacist about the prescriptions given to me by Dr Accountant and Dr Engineer, according to him I should take Cloxacillin. The entire day I felt cold and sluggish and I can't wait to get home.
On my way home, inside the cab I felt feverish. My left arm was swollen and was so painful, it felt like my tissues were being torn apart. It was raining, I felt cold and the pain was simply killing me. Then I missed my Nanay. I wept like a little girl looking for her mom, like a kid needing her mom's tender loving care. I cried, as if I'm a kid waiting for her mom to come back. I remember my Nanay giving me a Biogesic and how it quickly cured my fever as if she added some magic spell into it. I remember how her healing touch made me felt better in an instant. I remember how she cared for me and how her motherly love made the worst things seem OK. I remember my Nanay and I missed her today.
When I got home I went straight to my room and curled up under my comforter, until my brother finished cooking dinner. His Sinigang sa Miso was delish and it eased off my fever a bit. After my meal I took an antibiotic and a pain killer, and now I feel much better.
How I wish life's many pains can be healed by a simple mefenamic acid and our difficulties and uncertainties in life by those powerful antibiotics. Unfortunately there is no pain killer huge enough to ease the pain of losing the people you love, especially your Mother.
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