It was the 4th of November of 2016. I woke up the same time like a routine - alarm clock at exactly 3am in the morning. But my body ached so badly and I was really in feverish. My mother felt my body trembling and I couldn't stand up because of my body hot temperature. Mama was scolding the whole time and didn't allow me to go to work because I was immensely hot. I then reported to my office about my condition and my plan was to be absent for a day but the whole day, I was extremely in chills and I couldn't eat well. Good thing, my boyfie came by to let me eat and checked me up but he was also worried about me because my temperature was not normal. So, he immediately got me up to have a check up and had CBC. We rushed to the nearest lab and we lined up for check up and when the result came out, my platelet was very very low. My boyfie didn't talk anymore because he was really nervous about me. He was not in good condition, he looked pale and he said that he needs to have a doctor to check my health. So we decided to wait for the doctor in the next clinic but the doctor came very late and it was really raining hard then I couldn't breath either. He was more worried and told me to go to another clinic and luckily we were entertained because I feel like vomiting. My boyfie held me closer to his arms and never let go of my hand which were very very hot. I was really in shiver talking to the doctor and she told us to go to the hospital and must be admitted asap. I don't know what to do but I don't want to go to the hospital but I couldn't take my body. It was at the lowest state and I couldn't move my body and I felt weaker and weaker and weaker. We went home and we talked alot with my boyfie. Though I didn't want to go, my boyfie insisted me to go so that I could get back with my own strength. I was really in dilemma to go or not? but my man was so strong to bring me to the hospital and everything was history. . .
My parents suddenly dressed up to bring me to the hospital. We rushed and we drove along the highway and thanks to some of my relatives who helped me with the finances. At exactly 6pm, I was having an XRAY test, CBC again then had my dextrose attached on my skin. I hated it much because it was too painful. I don't like it but I have to face that circumstance. I felt too much pain with all the injections and medicines were being delivered from time to time. At 8pm, the nurse brought me to my ward and had me settled in bed. I couldn't even stare carefully because I had a very bad headache. I was lucky because my man was beside me the whole time. I couldn't imagine myself bearing that kind of sickness without him. I got that strength from him. And the entire night came for us, my man just took good care of me and he watched over me all night long. Thank God, I have him with me.
The next day, it's a usual and boring day spent in the hospital but I tried my best to embrace the moment of staying in the hospital. Breakfast was served, it was interesting for me because I had fish, cup of rice, apple and some veggie salad on a plate. I never thought about lunch and dinner but when the foods were served for lunch and dinner, it was the same menu. I never tried to complain because maybe, that's how it should be when someone's staying at the hospital but days passed and it was my 3rd day. I felt suffocated with burdensome and I felt exhausted with the environment around me. There was my neighboring patient who suffered from kidney-failure, diabetic / arthritis syndrome. I felt weak with her sickness because she couldn't bear to stand up and looked so pale because I think her sickness was killing her slowly. I tried to divert my attention with other things but I noticed that the patients were very sick and very ill. I wanted to go home. That came up my mind. I don't want to stay longer but the more I thought of goin' home, it seems fate wanted me to stay a bit longer than before. I usually had injections every after 4-6 hours in a day. I felt dizzy and all I wanna do was to sleep. I hated it much. But I felt happy at the same time because unexpected guests came along to see me and to check my situation. I laughed talking with them and I felt relieved seeing them. They brought many apple juices and fruits to ease my dengue fever. I am still thankful that I had them around because they made me smile in a very lovely way. I then realized that being hospitalized is never easy and will never be easy. Every now and then, I rushed to toilet, hang up my dextrose and had to pee all the time. I felt annoyed bringing that thing plus unexpected CBC in any time. I finally complained but my mother reminded me that I must be patient with everything because they believe that my sickness is quite dangerous. I kept myself calm but there were random time that I feel like going home and I just cried to sleep because I badly want to see the outside world. I felt like a prisoner being in the hospital. But I kept my hopes up for a better tomorrow and knowing that my man always motivated me, I told myself that I can make it through. He saw me trembled around and got frustrated in the hospital but I am glad that my man never changed in loving me and for having a long patience to handle me with care.
On the 4th day of staying in the hospital, I expected it to be my last and final day of being sick. I just had my CBC early morning at 4am and I couldn't sleep well because my arm was so numb and I wanted to escape myself from being sick but I can't help it. I had to lay down and rest my body to sleep. I waited until the day reached at 11am. Imagine life of no bathing for 4 consecutive days, no more tooth-brushing for couple of days, and I was boiling inside. I really want to feel good at that time. Suddenly, the doctor came up few minutes before noon time. He informed me about the CBC info but I don't mind any longer because at the back of mind, I just want to go home. I can be better if I stay longer at home. I then talked heartily to my specialists and asked for permission to go home and good thing he allowed me to go out then. I was out at exactly 3pm from the South General Hospital Cebu, which is basically near to my hometown. I was really excited to feel the warm breeze of the air, to see the beautiful nature around me, to ride jeepney again, to see people and to mingle with people around me. I was feeling healthier and stronger when I came out of the hospital. I truly thank God for that special day of being out. I told myself that I will never go back to that place again. Never again. Leaving hospital is such a memorable thing for me. I was able to separate myself from the weaknesses I had experienced and encountered and I will never eat the same food as what I had eaten in the hospital. I was lucky to be free and I feel blessed that God gave me another chance to enjoy life and to survive the unhealthy life outside.
Now, I am back to work and I have changed some habits that I used to do; I am now very careful in what I ate, what I must do and what lifestyle I must maintain. My colleagues seemed so happy to see me again and I see how worried they were and it made me realize that many people truly cared and loved me especially with my health condition. Most of them said that I became thin after being admitted from the hospital and I never expected that. I just want to be healthy again. I'm happier now because the food I had will never be the same as what I had before; but I always keep in mind that I must become meticulous in eating healthy foods everyday. It will be costly to spend money in hospital but I think it's much more costly not to take care of my body and eventually, just in an instance, I will be hospitalized. There are many things which I consider to take and think for myself. I am still thankful for the chance of being hospitalized because now I am more keen and I know what to do with myself. I realized many things and I swear to myself, that ; I will never ever come back there. I want to live a healthy life with my family and loved ones. It's definitely true that LIFE IN THE HOSPITAL IS NEVER EASY and it's a lesson learned that I will treasure until I aged. ♥
