A Tribute to My Bed and Room 2417

I was hospitalised for a week due to dengue fever in Boromeus Hospital not far from where I am writing now ...

The first time I entered the room -it was Tuesday night 2030- it was neat; very neat. With TV in front of my bed, sink on my right side, toilet, cabinets, etc.

My bed .. you were the one which contained me, the place where I spent my days in pain, where I ate the meals served by the nurses, where I slept, where I told nurse Elizabeth about what I had in life, where nurse Sari who was very similliar to Lulu Tobing told me not to move too often, etc.

The thing I remembered most when I was with you is that where I dreamed of my ex-gf. In my dream I saw her very beautiful, wearing white gown, smiled at me ... I told to myself would she be back for me ? If so then would I be happy once more .. since I was in hospital I thought of her often, day-night, and so on. So I was eager to go home informing her that I would be back shortly. But the fact told me another story ... after I informed my return to her she was glad -I thought it was a good sign- but when I told her what I had in my dream she quickly changed, there's no way I'm going to go back to her ... her love feeling to me has turned into absolute hate, and her tone of speaking wasn't like she used to be when we were together. So much for a hope and dream ....

But that's okay my bed ... at leat you were the place where I dreamed of her and lighten my spirit up although it didn't end good. Thank you for letting me had a good dream, for good or bad you are the place I won't forget in my whole life.

I know you couldn't speak, hear, or even move but somehow there is a bond between us. You remember when I cried in agony banging you fighting my dengue until the nurses came and gave me medications ? You were there for me ... you didn't complain, you didn't mad at me, and you didn't fight me back. What else should I say about you ?

After the doctor told me I could go home I was so glad, I finally could enjoy the fresh air after a week or so. It was the happiest moment of my life; I don't have to take further medications, I don't have to face the same whole thing, etc.

But ...

After looking at you for the last time before I went out, I had a feeling you were talking to me bidding farewell. I began to feel sad, after a week with good and bad things I had with you I had to leave you. If you were alive like normal human being I would've invited you for my graduation day, I want you to see me happy for a day :).

Farewell my bed and room 2417 ... though I would never expect to see you again -because I don't want to get sick like before :P- you ARE something to me. Thank you again my bed ... wherever I am, I still keep my memory about you. Now that you've had a new visitor, please take good care.

Again ... farewell Maria 4, room 2417 and thank you very much on your facility.

--Dimas