May 26, 2011

Reveal The Remedy






Thank God for pain killers so at least I could smile a bit.


Last Monday, around 3pm, my whole body felt like it was being twisted. I couldn't breathe properly, I was bloated and I just wanted to vommit. No I'm NOT pregnant. That would be Immaculate Conception. I'm not even kidding. (insert frustrated face here haha) I thought I was just dead hungry but alas, after eating my adobo pandesal, the pain prevailed. I was still able to drive myself home, even drove an old grandmother, a stranger who came from the province, to her children's house in our village. She was carrying bundles and it was about to rain. I really had to stop and take her to her house. Doing a good deed made me feel good but not better. ANYWAY, My whole family decided to observe my body before taking me to E.R. The next day, the pain did not subside and so I was... I wanted to say rushed but that's not what really happened. You see, after eating lunch, my dad and sister took great joy watching me salivate as they munched on my favorite coffee almond ice cream. To shake my cravings away, I went up and got dressed. I made sure to take a good shower, sprayed my perfume and wore nice lingerie. I do not want to be the patient with the ratty underwear, (not that I have any) nor the sickly smelling one. Upon going down the stairs, I expected worried faces from my parents but their eyes were intensely focused on The Millionaire Matchmaker. 


"Excuse me, I'm in PAIN. REALLY."


At last, I was able to yank my parents to drive me to Asian Hospital's ER. 15 mins away from our house but 20 mins with traffic. Longest 20 mins of my life. I couldn't look at anyone as I concentrated on not letting out an anguished moan. From there I shall not discuss all the probing and penetration I got mostly from needles silly people. I don't know if I became really sensitive to pain or it's just that a big male nurse inserted my IV needle which bled. I think girls have a more delicate approach when it comes to needles. I dunno. I must say though, amidst the intense body pain and injections, I couldn't help but notice how the young male nurse who did my X ray looked so fine he could be an anti-depressant pill. Seriously. He looked like some private school kid who went to the gym to mask his boyish charms. The whole dark room event sent tingles down my stomach which elicited more cramping much to my dismay. Hey, I must find every good in any situation, otherwise I'd have more stomach problems from stress.


When the medicines did not work, they had to do another blood test. Needles again. Arggh. More tests and I was advised by the resident doctor to stay for observation and to wait for a gastro. My mother didn't want me to stay because she hated seeing us on a hospital bed. My mother asked the doctor if I could go home the next day since my mum and dad are going away for a company retreat from Thursday-Sunday so they want me home before that. 


I felt really relaxed in my hospital room even though I was dead hungry. I wasn't allowed to eat for like a day. I won't go into details about the findings but it's more or less Peptic Acid Disease. My stomach already has a "bruise" or "wound" I dunno what you call it so the excess acid is burning the shit out of me now which might lead to more complications later if untreated. According to the doctor, it won't go away for like a week so pain is my good companion for a while. 


My suffering right now is nothing compared to the bill we got which solidified my mother's hatred for the hospital. For an overnight stay in Asian, it costed us 25k++ . Thank  fucking God for our medical insurance. It really saddened me when I realized that people without healthcare insurance or whatsoever would just HAVE to endure the pain or just die because it is very expensive to get sick in this country. This really broke my heart. I now hope that by some miracle, someone or something can remedy the evil, expensive manipulation of this whole "health business" in the country and yes, a lot of drug companies, doctors etc. treat our health as business.  To them I say: I hope you burn in acid hell.


Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who called, messaged, prayed for me and who took care of me. A big shoutout to Mark who shed tears of joy when he learned it wasn't the "stomach complication" we all feared that involved surgery. Thank you to my parents for supporting me and to Mae Ann and my sister who stayed with me. And oh, to the nurses and doctors who were really warm and kind especially to the nurse who took my XRay, I shall meet you again, hopefully with more clothes on or maybe without. I KID. I KID. hahahaha :D




*PS: Millie is still in pain while writing this entry and is determined to sleep it off in a while. Millie feels sad that she hasn't been able to blog for a long time so she is enduring her grumbling stomach and strained back. She is also alone in her house and wishes that Mark were here to take care of her despite the cute nurse story which she already told him to which Mark just rolled his eyes.


Listening to : Rolling In The Deep by Adele 
             <3: blogging 
             =( : not being able to go to work

2 comments:

  1. too cute! didn't know whether to feel your anguish or your girly-kilig moment. :) i'm really glad that you're all better now! take care, dear!

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  2. hahaha thank you Chris!!! I'm glad you liked it :D Feel for me baby LOL hahahha

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