And I still haven't gotten tired of them...
Hullo :3 Well, I feel like sharing my B.A.P story since it... kind of ends today.
It started about six months ago, I believe. The same month I discovered B.A.P. I've been a competitive tennis player since age 6 so it was no surprised when I injured my knees. It was okay. It was normal. Three weeks out of tennis and I would be back to normal. But...I wasn't.
I returned to the doctor, after three weeks of rest, who then diagnosed my multiple knee injuries—some I was born with, some I received over time, and some they couldn't determine. I basically wasn't allowed to walk or do much of anything involving my knees that was to strenuous. But it was okay. I'd be back in another month, the doctor said.
A month passes and I'm given the okay. I go back to my training and for two weeks it almost seems like I'm completely recovered. Almost. In the middle of a tennis match, my knees suddenly go weak and my elbow makes a sound, a crack, as if I was cracking my knuckles. I keep playing, though, because I'd drive myself insane knowing I start something without finishing it. After the match, I visit the doctor though.
At this point, I'd long since discovered B.A.P. Warrior and Power, the only two albums by them out then, were on my iPod, which I took everywhere with me. The visit to the hospital seemed less... intimidating when I was listening to them.
Now, the doctor needed an MRI scan of my arm and, dear lord, I didn't even know I was claustrophobic until I had to lie in an MRI tube that was barely two inches larger than I was in diameter for nearly an hour. But they let me listen to my iPod for that hour. And all I listened to was B.A.P, which made it far less mortifying.
The test results come back and I've got fractures on my elbow and my knees are misaligned and the bones of are twisted and are pushing into each other. I was ordered to not move as much as possible. It was a good thing it was summer then.
The entire summer, I spent indoors. I was bedridden and rarely got up. All I had was my laptop and Tumblr, which I'd discovered that summer. That summer, though, was one of the best. B.A.P is the only band I've really followed, really gotten into, and Tumblr made that experience so amazing. Meeting many Babyz was wonderful as well!
Every week, though, I had to visit the hospital for regular checkups. Now, the hospital I went to wasn't really the best, and I could spend up to three hours just sitting in the waiting room since they didn't really take record appointments. So every week of my summer, for about two hours, all I did was sit in a cold waiting room and listen to B.A.P. Just B.A.P. Because they comforted me, they made the atmosphere less hostile. The same 13 songs over and over again, mouthing the same lyrics, tapping my foot to the same beat.
I was recently prescribed physical therapy and rehab in addition to all the other treatments and medication I was taking. For me, physical therapy was an hour spent lying there as electricity runs threw the injured parts of my body and doing various stretches.
For about another month, three hours of my week were spent on physical therapy. Thankfully, they let me bring along my iPod, which at this point, I never went without. Again, all I listened to was B.A.P, because they seemed to have a calming affect on me. The lights of the hospital weren't so harsh with them around and the sharp smell of antiseptic didn't bother me as much anymore either.
Everything's over now. Well, at least, today it is; I'm just about as healed and as rested as I can be. I've ended my therapy and already had my first tennis practice in six months.
But B.A.P, no matter what happens, will always have a special place in my heart, for getting me through those six months. I think I would've driven myself insane by now if it weren't for them :3 -yongguksbat
