But this time, the heartburn was different. It was worse. Even after taking medicine (which always relieves my symptoms), it had no effect. I found it unusual and I was starting to worry. And to make things even worse, I vomited twice. I was crying like a baby. I wanted the pain to stop. 6 hours already passed and the pain was still there. I couldn't bear it anymore. That's when I decided to go to the ER.
During my shift (it was a Monday), I was still wishing for the pain to go away. I felt like I was being tortured. Thanks to Ken, she was my angel that day. She bought my medicines, she bought me food, and she always volunteered to go to the pantry to fill my tumbler with water but I refused. I didn't want her to feel that I'm abusing her kindness. She also volunteered to accompany me to Healthway and I was saying no at first because I didn't want to bother her. I would really like for someone to go with me for moral support and assistance because the pain that I was feeling was no joke. She insisted to come with me so after our shift, we went straight to Healthway clinic.
During my operation (only the lower half of my body was numb), I felt exposed. I'm not really sure because I couldn't see anything except my arms; but I felt like the doctors and nurses saw my everything. But, no biggie. I'm not seeing them again anyway. Well, except for my surgeon because we have a follow up checkup. I was bothered of my "exposure" just for a few minutes and moved on. What choice do I have anyway?
Mama and Papa went straight to the hospital after hearing the news. I was in the hospital for 4 days. The first day was food torture. I'm not allowed to eat OR drink. Smelling the food that my Mama and Papa were eating, I want to be mad at them. I want them to eat outside (LOL OA) so I wouldn't smell the chicken McDo and the Conti's that Ate Gigi brought.
When I could finally eat, I was only allowed noodles and very very bland porridge. I would also like to thank, aside from Ate Gigi and her family, Ariane (my cousin) and Ken (plus Jade) & Nieky for taking the time to visit me. Thank you! 😘
Special thanks to Mama and Papa for taking very good care of me during (and after) my confinement. Thank you thank you. And Tricia as well. I had a good hospital experience with St. Luke's. The staff were very attentive and there were pain management people and the personnel from Intellicare never fail to update us of our running bill (which was all covered btw). I also got a visit from the OR and recovery room staff to check up on how well I was doing. That is what you call holistic care. 😝
Looking back, that was one hell of an experience. An experience that I wouldn't want to experience again. But. Remember my ovarian cysts? I need another surgery in the future. I don't want to think about it right now. It just stresses me out. Here's my remembrance from the operation: