"Guys, lalabas lang ako ah.."
After saying those words, everything went black. When I opened my eyes, I was being woken up by my friend's doctor. Still everything was in blur. I laid on the bed next to my friend, who just had an appendectomy, then a group of nurse came in to give me oxygen, transferred me to a stretcher then immediately rushed me to the emergency room. It was like those scenes in a movie, where a seriously injured person was rushed to the hospital, with the ceiling lights showed (in a very creepy way), then the two big ER doors were opened by the nurses and the doctors are waiting inside.
This was not the first time that I had a seizure attack. It happened for quite a lot of times, 7 at least, for shocking reasons. A lot would find it weird and funny at the same time, but yes, I faint with betadine and alcohol being used to cure my wounds. In addition to that, I freak out with injections. It makes me weak, cry like a baby and palpitate just to hear about anything related to medicine or bloody things. Weird as it may seem, but I am seriously going to die just thinking about these things.
Because of this stupid seizure, there I admit already, I stayed in the hospital for FOUR FREAKING days. The doctors were so persistent to know what's wrong with me. I went to ECG, EEG, MRI, and tilt table test! And just the fact that I had to sleep in that hospital bed, it's was already an achievement for me! After all the tests, results showed that I have an abnormality in my reflexes - vasovagal syncope.
The doctor's advice:
I can't experience any pain, hurt or extreme stress. I am not allowed to any extreme sports because I might have a seizure attack anytime. There is still no cure for this, just preventions. I have to respond quickly when I'm feeling I am about to pass out. Lay down and relax.
Even though I am advised to keep myself away from the hospital, I can't completely stay away from it. I have to face it eventually, and that day is super near. I will have my medical examinations for my internship. It's a full medical exam, wherein I have to face that grueling blood extraction twice - Hepa A test and CBC. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!?
Just thinking about it frightens me. All these self-motivation are effectively working. It's the pain that scares me, that I wouldn't be able to survive it.
As I look back at my 4-day confinement, there is something that brightens my mood. Just thinking about all the people who took care of me, visited and showed their concern melts my heart. I couldn't say thank you enough to all these people. I never imagine this big care and love from my friends, colleagues and schoolmates. I am LOVED - by many!
