i’m free!!! (takes in a deep fresh breathe, chokes, gags, and vomits my lunch out… nah, just kidding)
after four days of being stuck in the hospital, i am back! back at home at least.
since not everyone gets hospitalized everyday, i should blog about this, ahem, significant event. the process was… how should i say it, 10% fun, 20% embarrassing… ok, make that 30%, and 60% pain and discomfort.
before i got in
hmmm, i dunno what happened, but i started getting nauseous at around what, 3 pm in the office (let me check my twitter), ok exact time is 2:40 something. then i puked. after which i thought, hey, i’m okay, so i went back to work, only to puke again say ten minutes later. then i puked and puked and puked…. (i was like wondering, wtf my stomach got a lot of volume sia)…. colleagues asked if i needed to see a doctor or go home. i thought of the medical fees and was like, no, thank you very much, a bit of rest will do (a huge mistake). i thought of going home but i can’t even leave the toilet so i was like, “i dunno, i dunwan, i dunno” all the way. eventually my stomach was emptied, the nausea intensified, the pain kicked in and i started moaning or something. my colleagues tried to apply some medical oil but it didn’t help much. then i was like screaming and crying and groaning and doing all sorts things that i rather not remember. =..=|||
i weakly called my mom on the phone but she was stuck with the baby so she can’t come down immediately. my colleagues were quite worried, or irritated, i dunno, i was making quite a scene in the office, so they called for the ambulance. i was like, quite amused when the girl from the hospital told me to stop screaming cause it will only waste my energy (i was like thinking, i know it’s embarrassing but i can’t help it can’t you see). then i tried to stifle my erm, noises, and sort of hyperventilated, so when they carried down the cargo lift i was like, crying uncontrollably and my arms were stiff from all the hyperventilation.
(embarrassing max: i cried out “mummy!” when i heard my mom’s voice before the ambulance drove off)
when i got in
they kept asking me awkward questions like, “is there any possibility that you may be pregnant” (WTF?!) and “when is your last (ahem) period”.
there was a horrible moment when i puked out blood. (i was like O口O…… but oh well, that made up all colours of the traffic lights) they made me change out of my clothes into some blue garment, i was not sure what happened next, but someone declared that they have to admit me into the hospital, so they asked me which ward i prefered. like in a hotel they ask you, which room you prefer like that know. i was in pain but had enough sense to say i wanted the ahem, most budget ward (truthfully, i wanted somewhere comfortable because i was feeling really bad then, but come to think about it, a more comfortable room doesn’t make my condition significantly better, so i was focused on the cost more than the quality). so they made me change into pink pajamas and admitted me into a ward mostly taken up by grannies.
actually it was not that bad, the nurses are rather patient, and the bed was comfortable except for the heat. (but then again each of us have a fan directly above us, so, not much to complain about)
somewhere in the first night i went for the x-ray, was pricked with needles, injected with weird fluids and had my blood taken away from me and so on. they wanted to do a urine test on me but somehow i failed to give them samples.
the doctors came sometime in the morning, if i remember correctly (or was it at night? can’t remember). they came in a crowd, mostly males. (i was like, WTF?! only one to two females?! oh well, heck care la) they press here press there, ask here ask there, and concluded that i have to be observed for one more day or something. i forgot about the details.
and so i endured my first day in the hospital, trying to puke but nothing comes out most of the time. whenever i tried to puke it’s like i’ve four to five stomachs heaving at the same time. i remember i wasn’t allowed to eat and drink for the first two days.
the second day they got me to do the CT scan, off office hours cause i was in pain (initially it was scheduled on monday). i had to drink some water before the scan but i puked them all out anyway. the scan turned out to be quite alright, so they just gave me painkillers and something for my non-stop nausea.
the nights in the hospital were hard to endure, i can’t sleep for more than three hours, and had to stay awake with my discomfort. the heat in the bed forced me to shift my position, but any body movements made the nausea worse (even knocking on the bed made me uncomfortable). there were a few moments after puking when the pain went away for a while (even had strength to tweet), so sometimes when the nurse is not looking i would be digging at my throat, forcing myself to puke so i could be relieved of my pain for that awesome three to four seconds.
they started giving me food on the third day. i asked for liquid food, like porridge or something. in the morning i had oats. they were, not bad. but i had little appetite. could barely make five mouthfuls each time. sunday was better, i ate much of my breakfast, three quarter of my lunch and half of my dinner, and only puked once or twice. eating was a chore though. the nurses and doctors encouraged me to eat more and try to “keep my food down” (i was like, how the hell cna i do that?), since their diagnosis showed that i’m okay, and eating well means i’m alright to go.
i started sleeping better in the last morning in the hospital. had a few wild dreams, and was unwilling to wake up. sleeping was better. it had my mind off my pain, which always returned when i woke up.
there were a few highlights in the hospital that made my stay more bearable.
firstly, YJ and J came to visit, bringing with them well-wishes from friends and their atas apples (yet to be eaten). we walked around (ok, they pushed me around the hospital like in those sad sad korean dramas) and played a few card games. the visit distracted me from my discomfort much.
(JY wanted to visit but can’t make it in the end… sad! nvm, next time then! ahem ahem, touch wood touch wood)
mom brought a lot of food in hopes i will have more appetite. but nah, didn’t even touch half of them. i finished three-fifths of the mee sua she made, and had a few bites of the dried fig she bought in a packet. somewhere in the last night i had a mouthful of the raisin bread my father brought.
i heard that words about me being hospitalized spread among my relatives (before i updated my facebook). felt loved when they started calling my mom to ask about my condition. some of them even visited! and one colleague came to see me after my scan. thanks people!
my mom had to balance between baby sitting and patient sitting throughout my stay in the hospital, so there were a few times she got my aunt to look after the baby outside the ward. i heard that she was so charismatic, kept smiling at the old uncles, that they bought her a carebear, dunno why, but that made me smile.
after discharge
best result of this whole thing? ok, i learnt the lesson of not being kehkiang every time there’s something wrong with my body. AND… i lost 4kg!!! i was like so happy, closer to my ideal weight first time in like, what, three to four years?! just hope that i won’t gain back this weight… or else… all my hardship and pain wasted (讲到很像偶是专门住院减肥的)….
we went to see the Chinese doctor straight after discharge. still could not walk much so my mom had to push me all the way there on a wheelchair. had seven days of medicine prescribed, all ready packaged to be heated and consumed, and went through half an hour of acupuncture to make my nausea lessen a bit.
i think the Chinese doctor is much better than the western ones. the western medicine is more efficient in terms of speed, but they can really wear you down. anyway Chinese medicine felt more natural, and less syrupy (I HATE SYRUPY STUFF). so yeah, the medicine that the hospital described all went down the drain… nah, they are just plan B, in case the Chinese medicine didn’t work out. (nonetheless it’s still wasteful, the medicine we bought from the clinics were never finished, some wasn’t even opened, they all had to be thrown away. i wished there was a way to recycle these things)
still had little appetite. though the Chinese doctor encouraged me to eat whatever i feel like (as long as it’s not cold). slept a lot the first night back home (successfully slept throughout the night for the first time since Thursday), even dreamed of running man, European trips, and chocolate fondue from Starbucks. didn’t really got to eat the fondue though. SAD.
now i’m feeling so much better i’ve been sitting in front of the comp all this while to blog. shall get well soon. i wonder if i can get medical claims from my agent, when the company is already thinking of replacing me due to my long MC….
