I woke up in a fit of coughing—asthma attack. I couldn’t breathe properly. I felt terrible. I couldn’t go on sick leave because I was on editing rotation duty today plus our Managing Ed who’s supposed to be on duty today, too, has Covid again.
So I tried to endure. I took Flumicil and ascorbic acid on an empty stomach because I thought that would help me start the day by cooking breakfast.
Boy was I so wrong.
By lunchtime I had this most unbearable stomachache that knocked the wind out of me. I was shouting in pain and was sweating profusely. I took three tablets of antacids (Aluminum Hydroxide Magnesium Carbonate) but it didn’t work. I had to vomit my way out of pain in the toilet. My kids were panicking and thought I was dying because my vomit looked like blood but it was just breakfast (longganisa)
After 30 mins of emptying my stomach and a tablet of Raniditine, only then I was able to stop contorting on my bed. This was followed by non-stop passing of gas.
I didn’t realize that Flumicil (effervescent mucolytic) cannot be taken on an empty stomach. To make matters worse, I took it with 500mg of ascorbic acid. Sheesh.
I should have myself checked for ulcer, as recommended by my new gastroenterologist. I cannot find the prescription he gave me for hyperacidity attacks like this.
And all this drama I was still editing in-between…Talk about slavery.
Good thing it stopped raining so I was able to get some fresh air. My kitties also joined me; they probably saw how terrible I looked earlier today.
Since there was no George around, my cats are back to exploring the area outside our little house. Sushi has been more exploratory lately than Kimchi and has gone farther downstairs. She also gained weight and no longer that skinny. She eats more frequently now compared when we were in QC.
I tried basking under the sunshine for as long as I could but the bugs were starting to overwhelm me. I should really think about installing permanent incense and mosquito coil holders in this area.
I tried to catch the golden hour here before I went back inside for more work.
I don’t know why I wrote that on this photo. Maybe melancholy has gotten the better of me. Maybe I need to get out tomorrow. Maybe I should start seeing people. But then I’m sick. Oh well.