July 14, 2008
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The Two Bottles of Bone Fragments
There are two bottles of remains on the top of my bedside cabinet.
“Do you want to keep them, or would you like us to get rid of them for you?” asked a nurse during my recovery from the anaethesia.
“Err… Could you put them here to let me think for a while?”
“Sure. If you do not want to keep them, we can help you to get rid of them.”
“Thank you.”
When the anaethesia was over, I took a closer look of what had been left on the top of my bedside cabinet.
The labels read “Septo bone” and “Turbinate”. These were the bones which had blocked my nostrils to breathe healthily. They looked like chicken bones. Alien but familiar! I could not imagine that these several pieces of chicken bones were cut from my body. Where should they have been put? I wondered.
I searched Wikipedia for the functions of the nasal septum and turbinate. Without letting me down, Wikipedia did give me sufficient information on these two bone tissues. They had their functions inside the human body. But now these several pieces of fragments were detached from my body. Their existence in my body had not performed their original functions but made my body malfunctioning somehow. Should I be glad that they were now out of my body? Or, after all, should I mourn for their departure from my body?
There are two bottles of alien fragments on the top of my bedside cabinet. They are fragments of my septo bone and turbinate. My parents have given me a complete body. But now I have to cut them out of my body. They are the symbols of the pursuit of a better life of the offsprings out of the parental path. It is why I feel so strange when I study them closely. I should have loved them. I should have hated them. I should carry on my life without them.
Perhaps I should wait until I can breathe freely. After all, I am still stuffed with two large pads inside my nose. I still do not feel any better without them right now.
