Thankful to be in a Hospital Bed

Ironic title?

Yes?

Then read up!

Saturday late afternoon I just had a great time watching the Movie Argo. The movie was still sinking in my mind but then something happened  My tummy started erupting. At first it was a mild rumbling, it then intensified to severe spasms that made me go to the toilet to unload. Repeat this around 4-5 times and its clear that I have severe diarrhea.  Every time I went to the bathroom I felt that my strength got drained (perhaps because of the loss of fluids and body salts), I did my best to drink up water and Pocari sweat fluid replacement athletic drinks but I was still losing strength faster than my replenishment can strengthen it back. My body felt weak and my mind became slower in processing. After dinner I realized that me and my Bian had to go home (her home) quick as my strength was declining by the hour.

It was a pretty smooth ride going back home, my tummy cooperated. When I got to reach Bian's House (a good 20 minutes drive away) all the remaining energy reserves of my tummy to hold it off evaporated and I had severe diarrhea spasms. I had to find the quickest way to the restroom.

This is where the painful part goes in, being cringing in pain from the spasms (okay a little bit exaggerated but still painful nonetheless). It is when I started throwing up (wont be get too elaborate on the gross details) when things started to get ugly. On the third time I threw up, my entire digestive system, large intestines included squeezed in such a powerful spasm that there was a jolt of pain in my lover right abdomen. for a few seconds, even breathing was painful and I had to maintain a crouching position, any movement would be an ouch moment. I tried to wait it off for a couple of minutes, hoping it would subside. Hoping that I just cramped an abdominal muscle but when the situation did not improve, my imaginative mind suggested I might have something worse, appendicitis.

Like a wounded but composed World War 2 Marine, I literally slow crawled my way to the bathroom door. I tried to seek from help from a medic who came in the form of my sweetie. She was all too eager to help except for one thing, both of us couldn't drive! (DAAAANG!) Before a sense of panic had the opportunity to strike in we had someone else to the rescue, and in the best timing possible!

Bian's Sister Agee!!!

Hearing that she is a few blocks away going home was a wonderful sign of relief for me! Seeing her was even better as it gave me reassurance that we will be able to go to the nearest hospital. What makes things better is the fact that the nearest hospital is right about the subdivision's (BF Resort) exit. While I was still cringing in pain, the ride going to the hospital was smooth and I felt that I was in safe hands

It was a strangely uncomfortable but familiar feeling to be back in a hospital room. The memories of my little surfing accident last year in April were still fresh in my head. I felt so helpless and I was thankful that Bian was beside me all the time. I am thankful for Agee too for parking the car in the most accessible place possible. I was not afraid, well a little bit- because I knew an appendectomy involves a scalpels, surgical tongs,  needle and threads working in my abdomen.

This is where it sank in, I was there in my very comfortable hospital bed with my Bian who sat in a less comfortable chair. She stayed by me through my stay despite me saying that I will be all right and everything has been taken cared of. I did not sense any bit of "dyahe" in her face, on the contrary sometimes I feel that shes more worried than I am. She tried to suggest many things to make me comfortable, from offering me water, Red Gatorate to making me change my lying position. She was conversing with me all the time and I was holding her warm hands. Our talks ranged from movies, humorous talks to serious topics.

I have never been taken cared like this for a long long time. I tried to resist it first as I was taught not to be a drag to others but once I released and allowed myself to be taken cared of the feeling was amazing. I was happy, the type of happiness when you see something is genuine. Bian said people in the hospital bed have this heightened sense of sensitivity on whats going on around them (perhaps of the adrenalin in the body) and this is true as I saw genuine care in her being just there.

She stayed long beside me in the hospital bed, far longer than when her dad and Agee said  their his and goodbyes (thankful for their presence too). We even got to snap a picture together. After the checks have been finished and I have been discharged I spent the night at their home. My stomach pains was something that's not too serious.

Bian did another sweet gesture, she said she will sleep in their other couch to make sure that I am doing fine. This is above the fact that she offered water and food too. I even got more touched when she said she would be glad to take care of me in my house. This is the point where I've already melted into the consistency of water.

I stayed in their place until we said our hearty goodbyes.

I will never forget that in that hospital stay you can see real compassion and imagine yourself to be with this special person who can gladly take care for you. Thank you so much Bian.

It was a minor hospital stay, yes but perhaps its God's way of telling you whom you should be staying with... forever.