August Memoirs
09-29-2010 Wednesday
Continuation..
FLASHBACKS PART 2
08-11-2010 Wednesday
Finally Over
1:40 pm
Everything was a blur. The faces of the people in white scrubs, the sick green color of the walls, the plastic curtain being closed after I was brought in. I knew I was stil awake but the pain was getting more intense as the minutes fly by. I don't know how much more I could take and I wonder if these people knew how painful it was because they don't look too alarmed..well, looking back with my head clear and all, I realized it's a hospital and those people in white has obvioualy seen way too many incident similar to mine (or worse than mine) so they've become used to it. I wished I felt the same.
"Hang on. Relax." the familiar face of my doctor greeted me when I was brought into one of the many rooms in the hospital. She was putting her surgical gloves on.
Relax?! I thought to myself. How the hell am I supposed to relax when I felt like a doll being ripped apart?
2:08 pm
It was over. I was half-asleep, hearing solemn voices around me but I can't understand what they were saying. I felt like I was drifting, floating in space.
They carried me to another room where I waited and waited.
I wanted to see Alex and my gramma, which reminds me, my gramma has to know that I'm in the hospital. When the next nurse came to my room to check my blood pressure, I asked her if Alex can see me in this room, she said, no, I can only be visited once I'm transferred to the ward. Talking was as painful as moving a muscle so I asked her very slowly if she could call Alex and tell him to inform my gramma as soon as he can.
The good nurse, bless her heart, did what I told her to. She came back to tell me that my gramma is on her way. I felt satisfied, and anxious. I can't wait to see her. Feeling spent,I tried to drift back to space but it was hard. Whatever it is that they gave me awhile ago to make me feel sleepy has already worn off. Even the anesthesia was gone. I went back to dealing with the pain, thankfully it is not as painful as it was hours before.
Different nurses kept on checking on me, everytime they do that, I kept on asking them when will I be transferred to the ward. Their generic answer was, "Later." Then I would ask how long, the only answer I got was, "We don't know for sure."
Just great. There's nothing to do but wait.
Labels: alex, August, flashbacks, hospital, memoirs, pink crimson
August Rundown
09-28-2010 Tuesday
These are bits and pieces of the stuff I've prepared..
This is what happened while I was gone.
..and this is the part that changes everything.
FLASHBACKS PART 1
08-11-2010
Not Another Bad Case of Indigestion
10:47 am
I woke up, sweating, feeling the awful pain in my stomach, with my head feeling light and heavy at the same time. When I checked the time in my cellphone, I groaned loudly, I've only had three hours of sleep. Not a good time to wake up. I got out of bed to take a dump real quick so I can go back to sleep. After 10 minutes in the toilet, nothing came out, I felt the pain subside somehow. I went back to the room, lie down to bed and tried to go back to sleep. Only a few seconds has passed, the pain came back. I rushed to the bathroom..nothing. Back to the room, still painful. Bathroom, one dump. Room, the pain's getting stronger.
Alarmed, I grabbed my cellphone to text Alex. I also texted my colleague and Alpon to ask about my situation, they both said the same thing--I should go to the hospital, asap. This is really a bad case of indigestion. That's all. I don't want to think of the other possibility because it's too early for that, I thought glancing at the calendar hanging on the wall. Aug 11. Yep, this is not possible.
12:15 pm
When Alex opened the door, I was kneeling on the floor, twisting in pain. The cramp has gotten worse.
"You okay? What happened?" he asked, kneeling beside me.
"Not really.." I said through clenched teeth. I struggled to sit on the bed to show him the messages on my cellphone.
"So.. We need to go to the hospital?"
"I think so..."
Silly conversation between two people who knew nothing about what was going on.
We packed some clothes in a small bag and off we went. He hailed a cab, we got in, and then, it began. The excruciating travel from where we were staying in Manila to the hospital in Quezon City, where my doctor is. During that moment of my struggle against the pain I'm not really familiar with, all I could was hold on to Alex and wonder how am I gonna be able to survive it. I was close to fainting. I want to cry but it feels like it wouldn't do any good. I've been warned about how painful it's gonna be, but this is definitely worse than what I imagined.
......
Labels: alex, August, flashbacks, hospital, memoirs, pink crimson, update
Sick Once More
03-10-2010 Wednesday
What the fuck is wrong with me? One sickness after the other. I've committed to work that I'll never be absent 'till April 07 for some of my attendance points to roll over but look where I am now, at home, dealing with a different sickness.
I was diagnosed to have UTI. I went to the doctor earlier after waking up feeling like I was gonna split into two whenever I would pee. It was excruciatingly painful to urinate, and I pee droplets every 10 minutes. I almost cry in pain and my gramma was alarmed when I told her I saw drops of blood in my urine. We headed to my doctor in a nearby hospital. Had a urinalysis and bam, UTI.
I was given a 2 day bed rest but I desperately need the money that I have to work tomorrow when I feel a bit better. Actually, I'm feeling a little better now after taking some prescripted medicine. I'm just hoping this will continue until tomorrow.
I don't usually get sick like this, and I'm not the type of person who like lying around the house feeling half useless. Ugh, I wish I can recover from all this soon, I need my job, I need my attendance, I need to really get well, and maybe it also means, I should start taking care of myself a bit more.
I have to keep this short, guys, I have to start preparing dinner for me and Alex. I told him I'm sick and I'm glad he'll be coming here to stay and watch over me. He's coming back to me, I can feel that, and I've never been happier.
Oops that sounds like the rice boiling, I have to go.. Bye for now.
Labels: alex, bed rest, hospital, love, pink crimson, sick, UTI
The Essence of Being Sick
07-14-2009 Tuesday
Things didn't turn out as I planned them yesterday. For one, I wasn't able to go to SM Fairview. Two, I wasn't able to go to work that night because I spent the entire evening at Bernardino General Hospital, a Philhealth accredited hospital filled with stupid people wearing white gown. They call themselves nurses/pharmacists, I call them stupid.
When I got home after getting my hair straightened, I ate my lunch, brushed my teeth, and planned to take a nap before going to SM. I lie in bed, fell asleep and when I woke up at around 5, I have a fever again. My gramma got worried since I've had the fever since Friday, so she said we need to go to the hospital.
We arrived at Bernardino Gen. around 6:30. I was assisted the moment we got there. A goodlooking nurse took my temperature, which is a bit awkward cause he had a hard time shoving the thermometer in my armpit, then he checked my blood pressure, asked me about my fever blah blah. I gave him brief answers and he casually wrote it down on my records. He told me to wait for my name to be called and he went to assist another patient.
Boy, we did wait. He should've gave us a heads up that when they say wait, the timeframe for wait is at least an hour. We sat on the long green chairs that lined the hallway. It was tiring enough to see people walking around, people shuffling their feet or twiddling their thumbs as you sit beside them on that long chair, and it was unpleasant to smell the whiff of sickness in the air. For me, the smell inside a hospital is always associated with being sick. Waiting in line to be treated by a doctor is another thing. It will just worsen the patient's condition, ask anyone who went to that hospital.
At exactly 7:30pm, my name was finally called. The doctor, in a peculiar way, looks like the goodlooking nurse who assisted me when I first came in or maybe it was just caused by my fever or the fact that I didn't wear my contact lens so I don't have the clearest vision that night. He did the usual check-up, asking of questions, and so so then concluded that I need to get my blood and urine checked just to be sure since I've had the fever since Friday. Good thing it was all covered by my Medicard; these are the times when I'm really thankful for my job benefits.
Again, we waited for the Laboratory folks to call my name. It took us another couple of minutes, sitting on that green chairs that make me sick just by looking at it. I thought hospital stuff are supposed to be white? Blankets, beds, tables? So what's up with the seaweed green line of chairs on the long narrow hallway? It hurts my head more to think.
Finally, a small lady in a pink (Honest, it's pink) nurse gown called me from the Laboratory room. I got up and walked towards her, my gramma trailing behind me. She was asked to wait outside as the nurse started preparing the needle. Oh how I hate having to be taken a blood sample. As the needle pricked my skin, I looked away and I caught sight of a poster on the wall which said
" Save lives, Donate Blood. July 22, 2009 Bernardino Gen. Hospital".
'Huh' I thought to myself,
'Mock me, I'll never donate a blood. It's enough to have a few taken from me so I'll pass'. After that, they let me pee on a small plastic cup and I'm done.
The laboratory results came out after almost 45 minutes of irritating wait. That was around 10:00pm. The lady in pink handed me the results and told me again to 'wait for my name to be called.' I heard her clearly when she told me to wait because I will be called again.
And again, we waited. My gramma is starting to feel dizzy, seeing all those people walk in and out, and having to smell combined scents of sweat, medicine, and strong perfumes. I was getting frustrated of having to sit and wait. I stood up, walked around, making sure my feet were dragging to show how pissed I am at everyone on that crappy hospital. My gramma decided to ask another nurse to check if my records were already inside and behold! We're supposed to hand those results back inside after we got it and not fucking wait with those papers in our hands. Now, here comes the good part, we wasted an hour waiting for nothing.
We were particularly mad at that small bitch in pink nurse costume. This is her fault. How can someone be so stupid to work at that place?
Even though we're tired of waiting and pacing around that stinking hallway, we have no choice. We needed to know the results and I need to get a medical certificate since I can no longer come to work.
The laboratory result showed there's nothing wrong with me, just a couple of low blood something. The doctor didn't explain it in jargon but I was too tired to understand anything. All I know is that I need to take a couple of antibiotics and cough/cold relief and I will be good as new.
That long night ended with both me and my grandma still fuming and cursing the laboratory bitch. We were home by 11:45pm.
Conclusions for the day: a.) I'll never go back to that hospital again.
b.) Not everyone who wears a nurse gown is useful to a patient, some of them is just a pain in the ass.
Labels: Bernardino General Hospital, hospital, nurse, pink crimson
