Everytime a conversation about being hospitalized comes up, I always end up smugly announcing that I've never been hospitalized before. All that changed when last Saturday, while gallivanting in megamall, my aunt had to rush me to the freakin' Medical City because I was suffering extreme abdominal and stomach pains.
God, I only thought it was a minor case of dismenorrhea. But then I started to go pale and had to go to the ladies' room because I was having a really bad case of diarrhea and sod it, I even had to puke in the mop closet. In the mop closet! There, in megamall! Talk about wa-poise. My hands and feet were shaking so badly and I could hardly breathe much less walk. We had to ask the lady who was next in line at the taxi bay if we could grab hers. She must've seen how ghostly I was so she relented.
After what seemed like forever, we finally got to the ER and man, the people there are really alert. I was whisked into a wheelchair immediately, no questions asked, and was brought to the bed. The doctor (who was quite cute) asked me questions and I think I answered coherrently. Although it felt like my stomach was gonna explode and I was saying "Oh God!" repeatedly, I think I was quite lucid. I even managed to think dammit, I haven't even had my pedicure yet and this doctor is so hot, diyahe naman! Haha. Kagagahan. I mean really, it was only then that I experienced a scene I only normally saw in movies. It's true pala you can hardly open your eyes because of the pain you suffer at that instant. But no, I had to muster up enough strength to open those damn eyes. I had to see. I had to see his nametag! It was almost bathetic that when I finally was able to squint at his white coat, the super bright lights on the ceiling prevented me from making sense out of the characters. Bugger. And then they were injecting something into my veins and the pain subsided a bit.
I stayed in the hopsital for about five hours. They had to send me to the women's health wing (read: delivery room) in a wheelchair. People were curiously looking at me thinking maybe I had a miscarriage or something. Weird. They ran a lot of tests on me just to rule our any possiblity of a reproductive helath disorder but they saw nothing to be worried about. I even had a pregnancy test because apprently it was SOP. Then I had to go to the ultrasound room in a hospital gown and a wheelchair to get my ultrasound (I'd rather not go into details here). I get more sideward glances. Still, no alarming results.
At around six in the evening I was sent back to the ER to be dicharged. So I was able to get the doctor's name from the OB Gyne who attended to me and was wondering how old he was and where he went for med school and if he really was mabait as he sounded (the way he sounded really concerned yet calm when I was trashing around in pain impressed me). And then as if he was reading my mind, he came over and asked if I was okay. I nearly swooned. I said I was okay and thanked him. And then he joked that I really gave my aunt quite a scare.
It was only then that I realize this is the freakin Medical City, a top of the line, high end, posh hospital. And I am here for what? Dismenorrhea? Diarrhea? I remember drinking a weird-tasting KFC iced tea for lunch. What a total LOSER. I mean, I'd have wanted my first hospital experience to be more serious event. I'd have wanted blood oozing from my body or having na internal hemorrhage from a freak accident dammit. It's more glamorous that way.
But then again, I observe that I actually enjoyed that afternoon save from the times when I was reeling in pain. It was a rather novel experience and the best thing is that I didn't have to pay for the bills! I have Fortune Care Medicare. Get one if you don't have one. Sobrang sulit.
Haay, what a weekend.
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Ok, I google-searched the ER doctor and learned a few things about him. He's 28 (pwede sa +10 -2 ko), batch 2000 sa UERM. Too bad he isn't much of a friendster person. He limits viewing of his profile to his friends and his last log-in was in January. Nyerks, malas.
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