LOL. The last time I remember being in the hospital: None. None until being hospitalized just lately.
I do know from stories that I had been hospitalized frequently when I was a kid (literally in and out because I was a sickly child then), but really this is like the episode of my life where I was actually aware of being confined in the said place.
Apparently, I contracted Dengue.
Dengue is a mosquito borne viral infection. You get flu like symptoms and such, but with accompanying high fever that fluctuates. Actually it wasn't all that bad aside from the fact that eating or even thinking about eating makes me vomit. And since I don't eat they had to stick dextrose on me. Not to mention slowly kill me via extracting blood from me every now and then. O.O
When I received news I was Dengue positive... LOL. I cannot paint my face. I tried to contain myself, dude. It could have been potentially lethal if I did not come to the hospital and took it just for a bad case of flu or same goes if I did not follow doctor orders upon finding out I was Dengue positive.
And then everyone was on me. Asking me how I was and all that. I had to say, "I'm good people" but deep inside I'm panicking like shit about how I was going to go through. I mean you just don't know, you know? You could get all the nice treatments and the best hospital but dude if it's your time... Well, you just have to go.
And seriously all that shit was running inside of my head.
I was scared to sleep 'cause I don't know if I'll be okay when I wake up. I was paranoid of a lot of things. Blood transfusion, system failure, etc... all of those wrong things that could happen.
Bebi was like: "You better survive this or else I'm going to crush you using the elevator doors when I see you."
Yep. That was supposedly to make me feel/strive to get better. I belong to a violent stream of friends that is ready to cast necromancy once you fail them and then kick your ass to oblivion and back again. Jk.
I had to stop myself from crying then or else I would not get better. Cause I think emotional stress keeps you from becoming entirely well once you're sick. And everyone just makes me cry because they miss me and they wanted me to get so much better real soon.
Sometimes you never really know how much you're loved once you're in that state where you make everyone panic without really intending to do so.
I'm so sorry for making everyone worry. And I love you guys for the concern you've showed me all when I was busy recuperating in the hospital 2 days ago. :) I think I'm okay now although I have not attempted to abuse myself in any way and is taking lots of water and rest as well.
Pardon for the suck-ish blogpost, my english is not back to it's top shape as of yet. I'm expecting it to be back on its roll tomorrow. :D
I do know from stories that I had been hospitalized frequently when I was a kid (literally in and out because I was a sickly child then), but really this is like the episode of my life where I was actually aware of being confined in the said place.
Apparently, I contracted Dengue.
Dengue is a mosquito borne viral infection. You get flu like symptoms and such, but with accompanying high fever that fluctuates. Actually it wasn't all that bad aside from the fact that eating or even thinking about eating makes me vomit. And since I don't eat they had to stick dextrose on me. Not to mention slowly kill me via extracting blood from me every now and then. O.O
When I received news I was Dengue positive... LOL. I cannot paint my face. I tried to contain myself, dude. It could have been potentially lethal if I did not come to the hospital and took it just for a bad case of flu or same goes if I did not follow doctor orders upon finding out I was Dengue positive.
And then everyone was on me. Asking me how I was and all that. I had to say, "I'm good people" but deep inside I'm panicking like shit about how I was going to go through. I mean you just don't know, you know? You could get all the nice treatments and the best hospital but dude if it's your time... Well, you just have to go.
And seriously all that shit was running inside of my head.
I was scared to sleep 'cause I don't know if I'll be okay when I wake up. I was paranoid of a lot of things. Blood transfusion, system failure, etc... all of those wrong things that could happen.
Bebi was like: "You better survive this or else I'm going to crush you using the elevator doors when I see you."
Yep. That was supposedly to make me feel/strive to get better. I belong to a violent stream of friends that is ready to cast necromancy once you fail them and then kick your ass to oblivion and back again. Jk.
I had to stop myself from crying then or else I would not get better. Cause I think emotional stress keeps you from becoming entirely well once you're sick. And everyone just makes me cry because they miss me and they wanted me to get so much better real soon.
Sometimes you never really know how much you're loved once you're in that state where you make everyone panic without really intending to do so.
I'm so sorry for making everyone worry. And I love you guys for the concern you've showed me all when I was busy recuperating in the hospital 2 days ago. :) I think I'm okay now although I have not attempted to abuse myself in any way and is taking lots of water and rest as well.
Pardon for the suck-ish blogpost, my english is not back to it's top shape as of yet. I'm expecting it to be back on its roll tomorrow. :D
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