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! (",)