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Saturday, March 17, 2007
~ 6:52 AM ~
My dream of hospitalization dashed
For the last few days, I have been rather sick and have had to even spend a bout in hospital. Previous to this, the only time I had ever stayed in hospital was when I was a wee bub and was hospitalized for eating too many lychees. Almost 15 years later, I had to spend some time at Sir Charles Gairdner, where I was being treated for a virus/infection in my colorectal area. Basically, I spent my time nauseous, vomiting, and passing out blood.
For the last 15 years, I had always thought it would be great for me to go to hospital. I wanted to have a nice little room, to have lots of visitors, lots of cards, flowers and bears, and lots of little gifts. Nope. I hated it. I spent all my time on my back, and when I was cold, the nurses wouldnt let me have extra blankets (I was running a bit of a fever, so they said it was so that I could cool down). I did gets lots of messages and lovely thoughts, but it just didnt feel the same as what I had imagined hospitals to be like. It was really boring more than anything.
Finally, I decided to pretend I was getting better. I told them I wasn't hungry (i was STARVING but the thought of waiting more hours for food just deterred me), I told them I could get up and about (despite the fact that each time I got back, I almost blacked out), and that I had no nausea or pains left (eek lie). Eventually I got discharged, only to be bedridden again at home because I was so iv-ed and doped up I couldnt do anything at home. *sigh*.
One thing good came out of it though! I met my mcDreamy. haha. His name is Mark, he was tall, rugged and an emergency department consultant. I pointed him out when my brother came to visit, but my brother shook his head,laughed at me and told me I must be really drugged up because Mark wasn't rugged at all. If anything, he was dirty. Oh well, happy to have the drugs lie to me at that instance. Hospital would've been an entire waste of time if my mcdreamy didnt surface.
Also, thanks to all those messages, phone calls and sms i got over the past few days. I was pretty doped up and spent most of my time sleeping so wasn't able to answer or call or sms everyone back. But I love that you love me *grins*Labels: life
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