Life in the ER

The good news is, I’m out of the hospital. The bad news is, I’m still sick. The last 72 hours were spent going back and forth in the hospital, running tests, waiting for lab results, being injected here and there. I was glad I didn’t have to be admitted long in the hospital. It’s bad enough that I’m sick; being there just makes me feel sicker.

It all started Monday night during the leader’s Meeting of BSF. We were kneeling on the floor, praying, when I felt it. I felt the same pain I felt about 3 months ago, the same pain that rushed me to the ER many times. By 8:30, I was in terrible pain. I got home, took the first medicine I know to usually cure me of this discomfort, but by midnight, I was still squirming in pain. The next thing I know, I was waking Keren up to get me a cab and rush me to the ER. 

The same scene unfolded before me: nurses wheeling me down to the primary care. Me waiting in the cold. Me being injected some pain killers. Me being checked by the physician. And then waiting some more. After 9 hours, I was back home, feeling much better. But it was only the start of it. The first food I ate, I ended up vomiting. I was running a very high fever and couldn’t stand up without feeling the need to head to the CR. And then another trip to the ER.

The third day was the most relaxed for me. I was in Makati Med, and my good friend Dotty, who was also in the hospital with her mom, came by to see me. I underwent some ultrasound tests to find out the condition of Kidneys, ureter and bladder. And then it was a trip to the OB.

When results came out, the first thing I did was to email my mom and tell her everything. It’s in times like these I wish my mom were here. She would understand what I was going through. Reading that paper sort of made me numb for a while. I wouldn’t say I was shocked, but I am a little overwhelmed. I ended up praying again and reciting Psalm 139:13-14. My God can make things whole and healed. 

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.

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