I could describe my hospital admission in two words: EVERYTHING HURTS!
I blame it on ultra-low pain threshold. I am terrified of blood extractions. I am deathly afraid of IV insertions (but ironically, I had to have three IV re-insertions in 5 days). Arterial blood extraction is the worst!
More than this inner turmoil with needles, the joint and muscle pains were severe that I asked permission to take pain relievers throughout my first three days.
I could hardly eat solid food because my throat was so sore. I mainly focused on making sure I was well-hydrated. So thankful that the nurses would replenish my thermos with hot water for tea and coffee.
I received special deliveries of hot food, juices and cookies from OBGYN residents and consultants. I appreciate the lugaw, garlic, ginger and fish tinola freshly prepared by our dietary section. I also received turmeric tea powder from my neurologist.
My hospital stay was also characterized by an outpouring of love from friends and co-workers in the hospital.
I received baskets of fruits from the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology, from Dr Bala and the KAAMBAG Clinic Barbies, from the Department of Neurosurgery and from the Medical Social Services Section.
It was like Christmas when I also received "haplas" or liniment for aches and body pains. Good thing the health workers coming in for rounds couldn't smell all the ointments and liniments I applied all around my body, as well as the salonpas strips... My muscles and joints were really so bad!
I couldn't help it, I also provided unsolicited advice (for improvement of our services) to our teammates. Sir Adolfo just had to ask why it felt I was still working when I'm supposed to be a patient...
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