well..

its been a crazy few weeks. i was hospitalized due to an infected gallbladder and when i was there, the tests showed that i also had reflux esophagitis(stomach acid problem)..so i had a gastroscopy(i even had a copy of the video, its very interesting to see your own insides). came to visit and brought a cake and some drinks, too bad i never got to see him as i was in the gastroscopy room the time he arrived(thanks,dude!)

the nurse then inserted dextrose in my hand, my right, cause i have a cyst in the left and it could block the fluids.she asked me what my job/occupation was, after seeing the numerous veins in my hands.she finally got a vein, and inserted the damn thing.it really hurt..she even forgot to place the dish that collects the spillovers, so my blood splattered across the bed, spreading like wildfire.there was so much blood..the only saving grace she had was that she looked like miriam quiambao,a local beauty queen/celebrity..

and came to visit and provide kidlat support

the next day, was wednesday,surgery day.they had me strip naked and lie on the bed used for transporting patients to the operating room.they did a lot of blood drawing, skin testing, injections, the whole shebang...i was really uncomfortable with the fact that i was naked under the sheets, any slight movement will expose my bare essentials (T.T) so i was brought to the operating room, i saw the various machines and such; it looked and felt like a nazi torture room, or a science lab and i was the frog to be dissected..they gave me a spinal injection, and put me on oxygen..the surgeon sure took a long time to get to my room, because he was still doing other cholecystecomies in other rooms(this surgeon was an in-law of my uncle who was mayor in a province, so i had a fair discount). while waiting for the surgeon, i was chatting with the nurses, asking them about the machines, etc..i must've looked weird, talking to them a lot..i get really talkative when im nervous, so there i was, blabbing on..after the endless questions i gave the nurses, the rest of the crew finally came in, and i just lied there, relaxed.the oxygen mask i had must've put me to sleep or the injections at my dextrose..

and then i woke up, still dazed, i saw a couple of nurses still wearing their surgery masks(like in grey's anatomy, ER, etc.)they noticed that i was looking at them so they told the surgeon..it seems that i woke up IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OPERATION!

the surgeon then raised something using his forceps, it was like a bloody water balloon..he said that it was my gallbladder while showing it to me.he then placed it in a jar, and showed me the gallstone next.it was about the size of a quail egg, also bloody.after that i remember dozing off..and i keep waking up in mid sleep, aware that i was finally being transferred out of the operating room..

i woke up again, this time shivering like an epileptic person who just watched pikachu's seizure-inducing episodes in pokemon.i was in a white room, lots of other patients in beds..they put a lamp in front of me so that i would keep warm(the meds must've given me the chills).i kept drifting in and out of sleep, and when i finally woke up, it was because of discomfort, (but i won't talk about that part) i realized that i was in a recovery room, a large room for those who just came from surgery.i was in the corner of the room..the guy to my right(also a patient) was very obnoxious, always complaining about stuff,even while bedridden.it seemed that this guy was in an accident a few hours ago, he was bleeding through his oxygen tube-things..

after a long and very annoying stay at the recovery room, i was finally transferred back to my room.my dad was there, and i was VERY grumpy because i wanted to go to the bathroom badly, but the nurses were strictly against.the meds must've made me very grumpy and irritable, my dad told me bout my behavior the morning after.

i was told that i was in the recovery room for about 10 FRIGGIN' HOURS! all that time, i thought i was there for 30 minutes tops..

so i was finally back in my own comfortable bed..i remembered that i was waiting for a tv show(kyle xy) and it was already very late, so i was very disappointed, yknow, being a tv addict..

the next day(thursday) i was already scheduled for walking rehab..it was around the time when and his kid brother came to visit, i was to have my first baby steps after the surgery.it was very hard and the pain was excruciating, but i got through just fine.by thursday night, i was discharged from the hospital, and brought home to my grandparent's house.i spent the whole recovery period here, just lazing around, taking meds, watching tv, bugging my friends online, eating and reading..

oh yeah, both my doctors are gay, the male nurses who checked up on me are all gay, one was even getting frisky..dammit...

i recently went back to my college to pick up my yearbook, visit my friends and give a gift to the girl i love...(it was white day and i was also given chocolates)

so i am now partially GUTLESS and SCARRED for life..let's not talk about the other ones, though..