Sometimes life give you signs, or perhaps, signs are found in life. I wish to have a second chance and not take things for granted. Life is very humbling and when I find this tranquility I will be at peace.
As of late, nothing really matters, aside from the fact that health is #1.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
ER
I've been to the ER with others before. I've taken my Uncle there, been with my Grandma. But never would I imagine myself going there. In light of it all, I knew I had to go to the ER to treat my condition and it was inevitable that I take this first step.
In pain for a few days, I managed to get a visit to my regular doctor, but even after the visit, I didn't feel assured. No longer could I prolong my first visit as a patient to the ER. So I dialed my dad and had him take me there. So many thoughts ran through my head. I began to feel the warmth and unconditional love in my family. I realized what it means to 'love' someone.
Painfully getting into the car, I tried to alleviate my anxiety by talking. At the same time, I continued to get in contact with my mom who was out of town with my little brother. I must have left 20-30 missed calls on her cell! As I look back, I began to realize why people say once a parent, always a parent!
Sitting there as I await my name, I was nothing but frantic and anxious. I looked at the other patients there, and began to sympathize for everyone. Still, I sat there in shock; thinking what would happen to myself.
When I finally got to the room, I had my first 'IV' and it took about 2 tries to get it hooked up. I guess the vein on my left arm didn't want to listen. They drew blood samples from me, and gave me morphine, which didn't have an effect on me.
As time ticked, my father was dozing off. After all he was working all day, and with me into the night. As I waited, my mind again began to wonder about the procedure. It was about 10 PM or so, and I was wheeled to the CT SCAN room.
When I returned to my room, I continued to wait and wait. I must say, the nurse I had was extremely amicable and skilled. After more waiting, the on call surgeon finally came in.
At that point, my body was in shock. I was wondering whether or not I would have to go to another room, or whatever, but it seemed like the drainage was in store right then and there! The surgeon instructed for another round of pain killers through my IV, something that buzzed me right away. As I turned my body, I started to cringe as I anticipated the upcoming pain. It was indeed painful and I wondered whether or not the numbing medicine worked. I began to grasp the handle on my bed harder and cringed my face while I tried my best to breathe. After a few more minutes of dialogue between the nurse and surgeon, it was finally over.
Pheww. What an experience. Perhaps the worst day of my life, although it made me have a 2nd take on life in a very meaningful way.
I can finally breathe. Hope I get better.
In pain for a few days, I managed to get a visit to my regular doctor, but even after the visit, I didn't feel assured. No longer could I prolong my first visit as a patient to the ER. So I dialed my dad and had him take me there. So many thoughts ran through my head. I began to feel the warmth and unconditional love in my family. I realized what it means to 'love' someone.
Painfully getting into the car, I tried to alleviate my anxiety by talking. At the same time, I continued to get in contact with my mom who was out of town with my little brother. I must have left 20-30 missed calls on her cell! As I look back, I began to realize why people say once a parent, always a parent!
Sitting there as I await my name, I was nothing but frantic and anxious. I looked at the other patients there, and began to sympathize for everyone. Still, I sat there in shock; thinking what would happen to myself.
When I finally got to the room, I had my first 'IV' and it took about 2 tries to get it hooked up. I guess the vein on my left arm didn't want to listen. They drew blood samples from me, and gave me morphine, which didn't have an effect on me.
As time ticked, my father was dozing off. After all he was working all day, and with me into the night. As I waited, my mind again began to wonder about the procedure. It was about 10 PM or so, and I was wheeled to the CT SCAN room.
When I returned to my room, I continued to wait and wait. I must say, the nurse I had was extremely amicable and skilled. After more waiting, the on call surgeon finally came in.
At that point, my body was in shock. I was wondering whether or not I would have to go to another room, or whatever, but it seemed like the drainage was in store right then and there! The surgeon instructed for another round of pain killers through my IV, something that buzzed me right away. As I turned my body, I started to cringe as I anticipated the upcoming pain. It was indeed painful and I wondered whether or not the numbing medicine worked. I began to grasp the handle on my bed harder and cringed my face while I tried my best to breathe. After a few more minutes of dialogue between the nurse and surgeon, it was finally over.
Pheww. What an experience. Perhaps the worst day of my life, although it made me have a 2nd take on life in a very meaningful way.
I can finally breathe. Hope I get better.
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