And the Bad Luck Goes On

Uh huh. Wednesday, August 9. I was supposed to go to the hospital to visit a friend, when my stomach started aching. So I went home instead. As soon as I got off the bus, I vomitted (sorry to those who are eating). I decided to walk home since the line for the tricycle was wrong, and in case I felt like vomitting again, I could, even if my stomach was really aching. And when I was like ten meters away from home, I vomitted again. Ugh. Talk about-- yucky.

I got home, dressed, then went to bed. My stomach was really really aching, almost like the pain I felt when I had the appendicitis. I was really writhing in pain. Around 9PM, I couldn't take it anymore. My mom decided to bring me to the hospital. Uh huh. Twice in three months, I was rushed to the hospital. I feel weak. I feel like my health is really... waning.

They "injected" five times. One in my upper right arm (Placyl, to prevent vomitting. Apparently it didn't work because after I drank the antacid they asked me to drink, I vomitted it after 2 minutes), one in my upper left arm (Buscopan, for the stomach pain. I was really wondering why they didn't give me that right away. They had to hear me moan like hell first, before they gave it to me. Jerks. Hehehe. Oh by the way, I'm still thankful for Medical Center of Manila for saving my life twice, almost in a row), one in my middle right arm (blood sample for the blood test. However, the klutzy medical personnel wasn't able to extract any blood, I think he injected wrongly), one in the middle left arm (this is where he was able to get a blood, although he had to move the needle around to hit a vein. Yeah, the needle was already inside my skin, and he was moving it around as if looking for something to hit. Geez), and one in my right hand, the IV.

Whoa. I've had a lot injections in the past three months, that I almost felt nothing. Or maybe it's the stomach pain. They took my x-ray as well. Thank God I didn't have to be confined. We had our LITERA1 play the next day. We were discharged from the hospital around 330AM. Got home, slept. I woke up better than the day before. But I had to go to school for the play.

Sorry if I sound like I'm rushing. I'm in a computer shop now, because the PC at home is freakin broken. Uh huh. It goes on and on. Wish it will stop.

Gotta go. They're almost closing.

*Sorry if there are typos and grammatical lapses. I'm really in a rush.