so after coming back from my amazing month and a half trip in Nepal and India I found a job as a security guard in my city hospital.
in Israel there is a lot beating and mess inside the hospitals because a lot of arabs folks coming over to see their family member that is getting treatment but if he die they blaming the doctors for his death and then they starting to beat someone or make some mess and that’s why I found a good paid job as a security guard in that hospital.
so of course it’s not going to be my one and only job and meanwhile i’m learning to trade stocks and saving up my money for my upcoming moving to Germany (I’m going to study law in Dusseldorf) so between shifts in my job I do runs! how great is that!?
until this year I never ran, I really hate it and I was the laziest man alive on this planet but something change last summer, I started to run out of boringness in the army and now it became an addiction. so I try to keep my addiction up and “running” 2-3 times a week( I also got the new Microsoft band and it’s soo cool!!)so for the last couple of months I ran between 5 to 6 KM but 2 days ago I pushed myself further and ran 8.56 KM in 53 min.
while running nothing unique happened and I didn’t felt anything but the morning after I woke up and couldn’t stand on my left foot. I’ve felt like a bone inside it is broken or almost broken but still I have a shift in the hospital to go to. so I limped to my hospital (it’s about 4 KM from my house and I love to walk so I don’t take the bus/car) and like every time murphy rule came along to the shift and gave me a psychopathic woman whom refused to get treatment and the doctors ordered me to deny her from going out of the ER. so i chased her inside the ER for half an hour while limping, I coursed my life but now I’m thinking about it and laughing. so i did my 8 hours shift limping and went home acting brave and trying not to do a big deal out of it.
The day after I had a shift in a stationary position inside the hospital so it was fine but the walking to and from the hospital was hurting like hell. today I decided to go to my doctor and apparently he had a English student that has roots in Peru so when he saw me jacket (a one from Nepal with a unique sewing) he asked about it and if it from Peru I answered no and told him that it from Nepal and we started to have a chit-chat.
He and my doctor looked at my leg and the told me i got an infection in some weird Latin name muscle and that I have to take 3 days resting…so now I’m home resting and chilling how fun is that!