It's been a long time since I posted here. I was mentally posting my blog and it turned out to be a bad idea. I was thinking of how and what I should write here and I ended up not writing at all haha. One learned lesson for me: don't think, just write! Like the lomography philosophy/rule/whatever "Don't think, just shoot!" But I can contradict this in many ways, especially when you want to have shots worth keeping.
Anyway, what happened to me? I was out last last weekend (which got my karma down). I also had job interviews (which I am getting tired of) and I went to visit my relatives to spend the holy holidays there. But I was hospitalized first.
Yes. I was hospitalized. Pretty funny, really haha.
The Good Times
I was able to get out of my bummer's routine last last weekend by going to greenbelt to have a get-together/dinner with my friends. I even gained a new one! We ended up going to her -the new friend's- house to drink booze (we were all tight on the budget and so we just bought drinks at a convenience store and crashed her place). Her name is Sarah, by the way and I was with Mark, Joy, Zab and Java.
What did we do? We sang. But we ate first at Fusion/Fuzion/Fuzione/Fusione in Greenbelt. We then drank. Here are some pictures to show how good the times were:
(here we were at the restaurant having fun)
(here we were at Sarah's place.. still having fun)
(here we were getting bullied by the bad-ass friend Java)
So we had a latta fan. These were the good times. *Credits to Zab and Java for the pictures*
In the cycle of life, there are ups and then there are downs. No matter what happens, we live through it. We move on. I moved on. And I laughed about what I went through.
And now......
The Bad Times
I drank one -take note- bottle of beer and vodka cruiser blueberry. I tasted the raspberry one (as much as a shot of any hard drink like tequila) and that's all the alcohol intake I had. So we said our goodbyes and took a taxi with Zab and Java back to Greenbelt (the bad-ass friend did not tell her driver we would go to another place. Such a bad-ass!) then she dropped us off to a convenient place to take a ride home.
So I got home.
With this, the cycle of life took on its usual rolling with me happily riding the going-down side and not the least bit drunk or tipsy with a happy face. A very happy face.
When I got home, I experienced a grumbling sound in my stomach. Instincts (hello friend!) told me to go to the bathroom and so I went. As the side where I was riding the cycle of life continued downward, the LBM continued its ever-changing consistency/texture/mixture from a normal one to a liquid one! Hahaha. (I'd love to describe it but for your, the reader's, sake, I won't.)
The grumbling sound turned into stomach pain and I threw up acid. Supposedly, when one drinks and throws up, it's all over right? I experienced that as well where I threw up from drinking too much in a short period of time. There was even a little amount of blood in my discharge then. But I was okay after that.
This time I wasn't. The pain started growing and I was puking even when I had nothing to vomit. I told my mom and we went to the hospital to have a check. It came to the point where I was writhing in pain and the nurses/doctor on-call in the ER wasn't the least bit concerned. The LBM did not stop but thankfully I was able to go to the bathroom when the fits happened. Let's leave the details at that.
Finally, they gave me a dextrose/IV drip to stop dehydration and injected my meds there.They took a blood sample at around 4am (I woke up) and gave some tablet meds.
This happened Sunday at around 2am-4am. Oh, I was admitted into a room by then and was sleeping there.
I want to describe the pain! Hahaha. It's the same as the pain as hyperacidity except the degree of pain is much higher. You feel helpless as you try to get comfortable into a position where the pain would hurt the least. But there is no comfortable position. The spasms are coming more and more often and you feel like puking and you do puke but nothing comes out. So it's the acid's fault I was sent to the hospital. And fate, I guess. This would have happened at any other time, with different friends, so long as I had something to drink. And I think the food I ate (at least the one I ordered for myself only) contributed to it.
Thankfully this lasted for only one night. But the LBM lasted for one day. I don't really get why I had LBM when it was all about the acid. Like I said, the food must have done something as well.
This was me when I was a little better:
(just tilt your head. haha. see, I really was mentally blogging to have taken this picture)
(that's my hand. I didn't feel anything actually when that was inserted. Or maybe I was too preoccupied with the stomach pain but that proved wrong when I did not feel any pain when it was removed)
Anyway, to cut the story short, I got better and the LBM stopped and I was shitting normally again. Haha.
Some insights:
- The place where the dextrose/IV drip is placed should be at the discretion of the patient. I'm a leftie and it was placed in my left hand! It's hard to do things with your right hand when you're not used to it (like brushing you teeth, for example).
- The pampering (even if it's not much really) feels great! The attention given felt like I was someone (LOL)
So what's the cause of all this ruckus? The doctor said it was alcohol inducement (the mixing of beer and vodka was a probable cause) mixed with viral infection and it all got mixed and I got hospitalized for it.
Oh, I was ultrasounded (that sounds so much better than "got an ultrasound") to see my pancreas if there was anything wrong with it and there was none yeah! The gel used was very cold and I was ticklish and I was flinching and smiling like an idiot when the scanning thing was in my side haha. I was also flinching and shuddering when the stethoscope was used on me. Especially when it was placed on my back. The doctor asked me about it (all doctors actually) and I said my back's been doing that since I was a kid. I guess there's a psychological/mental thing behind it. The feeling that something cold and circle is going to touch your back makes your skin extra sensitive and flinchy haha but that's just my analysis.
So I got better and was able to go home again and that's the end of the bad times. Although I was prohibited to drink alcohol and that's really sad.
Like in the cycle of life (again), everything that comes down must go up (this sounds better than the other way around. It's more positive).
The Good Times Again
So I got home and everything was back to normal. I had 4 job interviews for that week. Like I said earlier, I'm getting tired of it and I want to get a job already. And what is so good about these times? I found companies which I really want to work in!
There are two companies but I'm leaning more on the other one since I found out from my second interview in one of the companies I like that I would be in the night shift. The other company is really okay and the supposed contract is reasonable but the only bad thing is how to get there. But I can manage! Wish me luck on those two companies.
In the course of my job applications, in taking tests and getting initial interviews, I learned how poor the educational system in the Philippines is! I don't mean to brag or anything but the tests conducted in these companies were easy and at one time, more than half of the test-takers failed it! Holey moley.
Other things aside, I went, with my family, to visit our relatives in Batangas and I had a latta fan. Once again, it breaks my bummer's routine and I got to see my cute nieces and nephews. And we got to visit the graves of our relatives and I was able to eat french fries from Potato Corner again after a long time!
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What a long post! Haha it's okay if you get bored but a lot happened last week! I suspect a lot will happen this week but not as much as the last!
Also, I'm starting a blog experiment on my next post. I'll put diseases/sicknesses on my blog entry titles and see if some blogger would spam and ask me to visit their blog to talk about my supposed illness. Haha.
Another thing, I really hate this emoticon:
Whack it everytime you see it! Preferably with a steel chair. If I see someone who looks like that, I would really really REALLY whack him or her on the head and pull that tongue out! HAHA.
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