***to anyone reading this, i intentionally didn't take pictures***
i spent the first week of january in a hospital bed. i had an emergency appendectomy done. to quote our friend arthur, "operada na din [ako]". here's what happened...
january 1st, i was still able to go to work. i ate a couple of donuts while i was at the office and when i went home that afternoon, i ate spaghetti and drank a few glasses of red wine.
a little before midnight, my tummy started to feal queasy. i dismissed it, thinking it was just one of those days when my tummy hurts. it hurt before, and i would usually just sleep on it and wake up feeling fine again. i was left at home alone to take care of the baby puppies, since peepee and his family went to moonwalk. so, after fantasia finished feeding the puppies, i left them in their cribs. i went upstairs and as i was getting ready to go to sleep, peepee called to ask how the puppies were. i said tasia has just finished feeding the babies. peepee asked me to feed them again and i said i'd set the alarm at midnight to feed them again.
i fell asleep and woke up when the alarm went off. when i woke up, my tummy was still painful, but it was still tolerable, so i went downstairs and fed the puppies. i went back upstairs and again set the alarm to 1am.
the alarm went off and when i woke up the pain is still there and it got a little worse. still i didn't do anything about it. so, i went downstairs and as i was starting to feed the puppies again, peepee, his mom and dad, and mamita arrived. since peepee and i still had to go to work, peepee said he'd take his turn feeding the puppies so i could go to sleep. i can't remember if i told him my tummy was aching. i don't think i told him. i can't remember anymore.
so i went upstairs, set the alarm to 4am and was dead to the world within minutes.
when i woke up at 4am, the pain in my tummy was so intense. i couldn't describe the pain i was feeling. as if someone is deliberately crushing my stomach. i forced myself to get my robe and towel and went down. peepee was still downstairs feeding the puppies again. i told him my stomach was aching. i went to the bathroom and i just couldn't bring myself to open the shower. i sat in the toilet clutching my stomach and then i started to feel really nauseated. i threw up.
when i was done, i washed my mouth and my face, went out of the bathroom and told peepee that i think i won't be able to go to work since my tummy was really hurting. i couldn't call coach mccoy because i didn't have his number then, but i called sir deej, but he wasn't picking up. so i asked peepee to tell coach mccoy i can't go to work.
after that, i couldn't remember anything else...
i threw up A LOT of times in a span of two hours, i lost count. i felt so weak, i couldn't stand up. i was in peepee's room, curled up with a pillow in my stomach. then i remember calling peepee up but he didn't pick up. he called back and told him my tummy was really hurting and i think i need to go to the hospital. since his mom, dad, and mamita were still sleeping, i didn't want to wake them up anymore (plus, i couldn't bring myself to stand up). so, peepee called his mom and told her my tummy was really hurting. i was brought to the USTH Emergency Room, and was immediately given an IV.
i can't remember much of it except for the fact that i was in so much excruciating pain and was throwing up for half of the day. when i was transferred from the emergency room to my own room, they had several tests done and i was also checked by an ob-gyne. the pain has moved from my stomach and was now on the bottom right side of my abdomen. the doctors were already suspecting an appendicitis, but they had to make sure that i wasn't pregnant or anything. i was told they had a similar case the week before. the girl was supposed to have an appendectomy but it turned out to be an ectopic pregnancy. by night time i was already feverish.
so, after the gynecologist said i was cleared (but she still wanted to see my fallopian tubes and uterus), the surgeon had ordered an emergency appendectomy. scared as i was of injections, i had to ask my anesthesiologist to have me sleep through the entire operation. so, i slept through it and the nurse had to nudge me awake when it was time for me to go back to my room.
the next day, my fever was gone, but it was back by mid-afternoon.
until after this operation, i never knew how important a fart and a poop could be. they said i couldn't eat anything unless i fart and poop. i couldn't even be given a drop of water. i swear i have never felt so refreshed after the first time i farted and pooped (it happened on the second day after the operation)!
my surgeon told me that it was indeed an appendicitis. my appendix got inflamed to the size of his pointing finger! my brother told me it was only supposed to be really, really small. i asked my surgeon why it got inflamed and he said a lining on my stomach wall got stuck and was preventing the normal circulation of blood. he also said it was a good thing they have removed it before it ruptured. i could've gotten killed by a ruptured appendix.
anyhoots, as what my high school teacher said, "i'm still here, alive and kicking", blogging about it...
i got out of the hospital just last thursday, and will be back on thursday for a follow up check up. the ob-gyne also requested for a follow up sometime next week.
i earlier mentioned (it was aeons ago) i got a Sony 9" digital photo frame...well, up to now, i still don't know how i could use it continuously without the electric bill going gaga..so for the meantime, it's doing a swell job -- of being a door stopper. right, it does have all the bells and the whistles, but i don't think i could (or even want) to use it now (who needs an hdmi photo frame anyways?).
