Last week Wednesday, I had the chills. It was like nothing that I have ever experienced before. I dunno what caused it, though I think it was because of the rain, since it rained on Tuesday night and I just slept with only one blanket. AND THUS I went chilli-lingggg!
Gives new meaning to the phrase " sends chills down your spine" or "spine-tingling experience"
GAH!
I gobbled paracetamols and voila, it was gone in the morning. No more chilli-lingggs or whatever. Good bye pain...
or so I thought it was the end of my (almost) unbearable torment.
I had stomach cramps on Thursday morning. WHICH sucked a LOT! I was walking while bending (NO PORNO included). My tummy was hurting like a mother! It was like the momma mary of all mother fuckers.
I sent SMS messages to my friend - a very close friend who I call M - and told her about my current condition. She advised me to call the doctor and set an appointment which was pretty bad because I was number eleven on the list - and I was thinking that if I'd be there I would've probably died waiting for my number to be called.
So, I mustered all of my (remaining) strength and decided that I must go out and admit myself at the hospital.
I stopped by for a bit to look for my friend - who's also a nurse. He wasn't there, but thankfully he was on duty at the hospital. I went there straight.
And straight to the Emergency Room. My friend was there and also the ex hubby of my close friend. They both assisted me - I was so grateful.
The nurses were asking me a bazillion questions - starting from my name down to my health insurance - WHICH I found out that I didn't have at work (more to that later)
I.V.'s were stuck on my veins the instant I told the nurse that I REALLY NEED to be admitted.
The male nurse suck at sticking I.V's on my hand..he did it TWICE which - again - hurt like a mother!
The doctor came - a girl doctor - she checked my tummy. She pressed her hand -FIRMLY- From left to center and ended at the right.
I HOWLED because of the pain.
How high is your threshold for pain? I can't really say, but I think I have suffered when I was there. SUFFERED.
I had a few speculations. No. Suspicions. Hunch. FEAR. On what this thing inside me - that is sooooo freaking painful - is. IT HURTS SO MUCH. I HATE IT!
From the E.R. I was escorted to my room - with other people - on a wheel chair. I almost died when we went past the steep ramp!
I was at the pediatric ward - of all places. With other people - which was more like Geria than Pedia. I was STILL alone.
Then came mom. I didn't know what to say, we're not THAT close. Swear! But, I was glad and relieved that my mom was there.
Then came the doctor - who we trust.
He checked my tummy and voila, he said it WAS appendicitis.
As what Dr. Addison Forbes Montgomery Shepard (of Grey's anatomy) said
WE NEED TO GET IN TO SURGERY IMMEDIATELY
or something like that.
I was being prepped by the nurses - they shaved me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then, in minutes, I was rolled to the delivered to the sort of gas chamber - the O.R. riding the gurney of death!
The operating room was not what I expected it to be - Grey's anatomy or Scrubs or E.R. or House kind O.R.
BUT it could pass. ;)
THANK GOD I knew one person (surgeon not counted) and that person was the scrub nurse. Thank you tita em.
The anesthesiologist briefed me on what's going to happen - aside from of course him drugging me and I'll go to la la land.
Then the surgeon came, I felt the anesthesia kicking in and I was half conscious, though I tried to be awake - the strong willed person that I am (HAH!) BUT still I couldn't fight it though, I heard the surgeon ask his assistant for a ten blade..
or a scal-freaking-pel.
And so, the surgery started. I didn't have much memory about it, not that my spirit was floating above my body and I got to watch. NOPE. (Thank God it didn't happen.)
I was again riding the gurney of death from the O.R. to the recovery room. It wasn't sad, I even talked about the Oscars with my friends. hahaha!
A lot of things happened in the hospital, I stayed there for almost five days. My friends were there to support me. THANK YOU GUYS!
BUT most of all, my one and only. Who in a very big way sacrificed (as if he has not already) his job and whatever for me.
Thank you baby love...
P.S.
I'll start work - again - on Monday. BUT, I'll take it slow.
Sigh!
THIS IS THE DARN THING!