Agonizing!

Remember the time I wrote about being under the knife for the first time and feeling the pain in all its glory? It happened again! Backtracking last week, I was here in the office writing about how I took a "vacation" in the hospital the week prior to attend to Pao (he had bilateral tonsillectomy). Little did I know that I will take another vacation, but this time to attend to myself for yet another abscess.

Last Tuesday, after attending a lunch meeting in Cafe Mediterranean at Greenbelt 1 (which, by the way, serves scrumptious food), I went back to the offive to prepare for another meeting at 3pm. Everybody probably thought I was fine because I was still laughing with them...but I was really masking the sharp and throbbing pain (which wasn't new to me). All was under control until one of my colleagues asked if I was okay. I started sobbing and relaying my situation, not to mention the agony I was undergoing as the pain killer wasn't taking effect.

Come Wednesday morning, I no longer couldn't move my right arm to perform even the simplest of tasks. I was handicapped! Thankfully, my colleagues are very understanding--my boss even recommended her husband's brother (a surgeon) to handle everything.

As I woke up Thursday morning, I was having a great amount of discomfort so I went to see the doctor via my boss' husband. Pao was still at work during that time, but he was right on time for the "slicing." It hurt so bad! I was crying like a baby! I was fidgeting, squirming, shrieking! Imagine puncturing, cutting, and squeezing an UN-anesthesized area that is so sore and infected...See? Didn't you just squirm?!

Sucks to be me, you might be thinking.

Nah...I still love me! (",)

On being selfless...

So here I am...back in the office after spending a so-called vacation in...the Asian Hospital. "Why?" you ask. Well, Pao, my fiance (naks! I'm still trying to get the hang of using the term), was admitted last Tuesday for bilateral tonsillectomy and incision and drainage of right leg lesion. If you've been a reader of my life stories...Yes, we have the same problem with recurrent abscess. It really sucks because one can't really take care of the other without being in pain as well! So it's like..."Who has more tolerable pain?...do this and that." Aaargh...

Going back...So right after work that day, I rode with a friend to Alabang. I asked Pow to pack stuff for me good for four days...praying that his fashion sense would be in-tune that time (good thing it was; with just a few glitches, but it's all good). Amidst consoling him that everything will be alright, I yet have to convince myself that everything will really BE alright. The first night was a no-sleep night--nurses kept coming and going to check on his vitals in preparation for his operation which was scheduled at 7am. We had to be in the holding area an hour before (while Pao was enjoying the effects of the sedative). I sent kisses and well wishers as he was being wheeled into the O.R. I walked back to the room feeling like a zombie...

Yes, I cried as soon as I entered the room. Worried. Scared. Anxious. I had a cup of coffee in my hand for I didn't know how long I was to wait. I didn't want to sleep...so I decided to work (my loser self brought work) so as to keep my mind off things. Hours passed. Not a word.

After four hours (which seemed like eternity), he was wheeled backed to the room. I was so pleased to see him! I'm glad everything DID turn out alright. He was in and out of sleep the entire day! It's as good as erasing that Wednesday from the calendar; but I didn't mind...not at all.

The next days in the hospital (till Saturday), I was pretty much preoccupied with preparing food, running errands, filling out forms, etc. that I became selfless.

It didn't bother me. It didn't get the best of me. As long as my Pao will be alright, I am alright.

...That's how I love eh...(yihee! haha self-inflicted kilig!)