Mountains of my life: Forever Soldier

Dejavu?

In September, the hospital was a mess, and me. Who likes bandages, plasters, and people in white - the doctors, the nurses, attendants? It's dejavu anyway. So many years ago - I refuse to count, but out of self-healing, so to speak, I must remember, like self-hypnotism, to erase or, at least, minimize those negative thoughts - I was in a similar situation. Accident! Was it an acciddent? Now, my memory is getting blurred. I like to regard it as an accident, but even in those times, I had doubts.
Anyway, an accident or intentional (could it be a choice?) I got paralyzed. Now I am here again in this hospital, for some wound on my left foot that had been there for months, say more than a year.
The doctor had doubts. Something serious, he said. No, not me. I don't doubt anymore. Been in this troubled world for years, why should I doubt?