One day at the hospital

St. Elizabeth Hospital, 24th January 2012.

Early morning of this day, I vomited more than ten times. It was due to an atibiotic med that I took for my UTI. My stomach was so sensitive to the drug that it had to evacuate everything that's inside me including the dinner meal I ate 5 hours prior the onset.

So I was rushed to the nearest hospital, St. Elizabeth Hospital of General Santos City. I didn't know what to think since Im not from the place and it would be my first time to be in that hospital. Since I am just visiting the place and I didn't tell mom about it, I had to keep my confinement confined in the four corners of the hospital. My mom would be super worried that I got myself into another hospital spree this year. I've been a constant patron of hospitals and intravenous lines since I was at a tender age of 9.

The vomiting episodes lasted from 4am to 3pm with interval of 30 minutes to one hour. For me, that 11 hours are the longest most excruciating and most suffering moments of my one day at the hospital.

There's a lot going inside my mind since I could hardly speak. I thought of doom uncontrollably. Thinking of death made me realize how I had to leave many dear people hanging and holding on. Thoughts of reconciliation crossed my mind too. I had so many thoughts on why I came up sick and vomiting. Maybe because I was mean to some people, or the depression kicked in or something similar that caused stress to my body and rejected the pill that I thought would help me in curing my UTI.

Then alas, 3pm. The hour of our Lord. It is at this time that recovery took place. Somehow, perhaps the mind conditioning, the prayers for forgiveness, the inspiration to live longer have had summed up and healed my ailing body. I ate my first food at 4pm. That mere soup tasted a lot like heaven on my tongue. Oh how relieved I was and how starving my body was! I ate and ate and craved for the soup.

There is redemption waiting for all of us. It comes to those who believe it will come.

If there's one thing I learned about this experience, it would be to let go and let God take control. I have to do my part and when things don't go as planned, then it's time for God to rescue me.

Thank God I'm alive and well!


Oh one more thing, there was one person who was so patient in taking care of me while I was sick, my one and only love, Norman Lindo. (perhaps because he had no choice... heheh.. anyways thanks to the person who love me enough to stick by me in these trying times.)