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My Right “Gluteus Maximus” (Bum)
Ideally, I wanted to title the article as “My Right Bum” but that might not have attracted the right kind of audience. Hence, I kept it a little technical (Gluteus Maximus) and being in IT (Information Technology) for over a decade, this goes well with my nerdy profile.
The objective of this article is to draw a parallel between a personal incident and mental illness. I have been thinking to write this article for the last few months but was scared to be judged or questioned on personal mental health status. If you are reading this article, it means that I have been able to gather the courage to hit the publish button.
Around Christmas 2018, I had a fever and was prescribed a dose of antibiotics with minimal results. As the day went by, I was concerned with swelling and pain in my right bum (or Gluteus Maximus). There was a tough choice to make. I could either go to a GP (General Practitioner) for further treatment or get ready to indulge myself in a Christmas party.
Ignoring my petty little bum, I decided to attend the Christmas party. I thought that my bum would be intelligent enough to consider alcohol as a painkiller. An hour into the party the swelling & pain increased.
