Still here…yey nothing’s wrong with me

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It’s taking so long for them to discharge me because CT scan reading took a while. Radiologist is not here everyday. That’s the thing with hospitals in provinces, you gotta share radiologists because there aren’t enough of them here in the Philippines.

I remember writing an article about radiology and a technology that enables hospitals to transmit images like X-rays, CT scans, etc. to radiologists so they don’t have to be physically present in the hospital to read. That solves the problem of scarcity of healthcare workers, especially in the provinces. I could have been discharged yesterday but…🤷🏻‍♀️

Speaking of shortage of specialists, my older sister told me about her bestfriend’s hesitation about transfering Twin A to another hospital when she was under her care prior to the transfer to PGH. She said when she asked around about the reputation of the pediatric hemato-oncologist of that hospital recommended by Metro Pacific, people said, “OK lang” and not the enthusiastic “she’s good.” That scared her. She said the good ones have already left the country and she knows three who have just left for Singapore. She said at least if we get to PGH or UST she knows we’re in good hands. It’s dangerous to be under a mediocre doctor under the circumstances my daughter was in at that time.

Now back to the radiologist. We knew the radiologist here before, he was my older sister’s high school classmate. But since he is a product of Harvard Med, his services have been more in demand in big Metro Manila hospitals so he had to give up his practice here. The only reason why he goes here is because of his parents who still live here, as well as his in-laws since his wife is my high school classmate who is a dermatologist here. Since then, radiology reading has to be scheduled because they don’t have a radiologist here everyday. Hence the delay in my CT scan result.

I’m much better now, albeit there is still some tenderness in the upper abdomen. I guess this is a result of the massive muscle spasms I had when I was deep in pain the past few days. My gastroenterologist said what he was giving me are already meds for ulcer. If I still have aches and pains, then it might be caused by a stone or two stuck in the bile duct where my gall bladder was attached to before its removal in 2014. He said my initial blood tests showed that there is some yellowness in my blood. So they ran some more tests to check my liver.

He didn’t explain anymore but I guess my bilirubin is high, therefore, it’s not eliminated. My urine is deep yellow, so it could indicate presence of bilirubin.

What he said though that if there is indeed blockage in my bile duct, I would have to undergo ERCP, which is not performed in this hospital. I would have to transfer to Medical City, Asian Hospital or St Luke’s (I think). 🤦🏻‍♀️

I just hope the CT scan shows there is no blockage but it’s just peptic ulcer, which can be cured with meds and involves careful diet for the healing of the gut.

Let’s wait for the CT scan


Finally going home!!!

Nothing in my CT scan, it’s clean. So it was just a very bad acute gastritis. All the build up of stress, fatty/oily food and caffeine landed me here. Plus I’m no longer in my 20s to be able to recover quickly from such ordeal. Whew!

Thank you, Lord.

Excruciating pain

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I vomited at the CT scan.

My condition was so bad that I had to hurl all the contrast liquid I had imbibed earlier. Then I had enema to have contrast liquid in my colon.

So why all this?

I was rushed to the hospital yesterday early evening after hours of twitching in pain on my bed. I wanted to vomit, thinking that vomiting could relieve me of the searing pain slicing through the upper right quadrant of my abdomen that radiated through my back. I tried inducing it but I couldn’t puke. I was in so much pain that I could barely breathe.

At the ER I was already screaming in pain, twitching, and thrashing on the bed. They had to inject a lot of meds in me like proton pump inhibitor, pain killer, and another one that made drowsy. That somewhat quieted me down. Pain was 10/10.

Initial diagnosis was acute gastritis but CT scan is needed to rule out pancreatitis, peptic ulcer, or GERD. My insurance company called me to say, yeah, we can cover that.

The entire night I was moaning and twitching in my bed. They couldn’t relieve my pain because my gastroenterologist said they couldn’t give me more meds and had to wait for a few more hours.

Then at 3 am, I hurled everything I ate the previous day after I was injected with Tramadol.

Pain subsided from 10/10 to 6-7/10. But it was still enough to cause me to scream in pain whenever I moved. I felt like my midsection was rolling and twisting inside me while pain jabbed at the spot.

At 4 am, I vomited again all the acids left in my gut. That relieved me somewhat, which allowed me to sleep for a bit before they prepped me for my CT scan.

Bloated so they had to transfer my IV to my left hand. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

After the scan, I felt a little bit ok, enough for me to take a shower and clean off my vomit. I felt human again.

The view of the mountain and sunset. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Pain is around 2/10, dull but consistent. I hope it stays that way. I have to wait until tomorrow for the results. I don’t want to stay here another day.

About last night…oh shit

Finally put up the lantern and lights. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My stairs weren’t that dark anymore after I installed the Christmas lantern and lights. I got home to this view this morning from night out with high school classmates.

With my high school classmates. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I attended the annual fundraiser/homecoming of my high school to catch up with friends. After the main event, we went to our usual after-party party and this time, we’re now the titos and titas who just gather around the coffee table and have tame drinks. We were just talking about how things have changed from our annual nights out ten to 15 years ago that translated to bad hangovers the next day. We now were chatting about how to deal with our adolescent children, sexual education, teen dating, etc. We turned into that kind of parents. 🤦🏻‍♀️ HAHAHAHA! I never would have imagined that we would come to this but here we are. 🤣

Mushroom soup, pan de sal with cheese. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I always made sure my children are well fed before I fly off. This was our breakfast yesterday. I had to empty our fridge this week because it is still stuffed with different kinds of bread. I gotta make room for Christmas holiday food.

Egg fried rice with shredded tapa. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

And this is our breakfast today. Enjoying it with Vitamin D as it is a lovely morning.

Basking under the morning sun. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
It looks like it’s going to be a lovely Sunday. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

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I spoke too soon. Damn.

Christmas Rush 2

Werk. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I told myself that I should leave at 10 am so I can park early at the mall. Nope. I had to work even though I’m officially on leave (public holiday). Another problem was I lingered in my bed instead of starting work early. 🤦🏻‍♀️

I checked out of the hotel at 12 noon and had lunch at Max’s across the street. I was surprised at the price increase they had. I mean, they used to be affordable but now a meal costs PHP 500 per person. I guess they also feel the pinch because customers aren’t really crowding that branch.

Sizzling tofu for lunch. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Since I was stupid for not getting up early to park at Ayala Center at 10 am, I had to suffer the long queue to the parking areas. I had tried every known parking entrance, but no, everything was full. 🫠

The queue of cars from Arnaiz Rd snaking all the way to Park Square. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I gave up and went straight to Alabang Town Center to try my luck.

Nope. That place is much worse because of the huge-ass cars they have there—they are next to posh Ayala Alabang, hence, the multitude of SUVs. I told my girls that we just have to suffer and buy their exchange gifts locally or online. There’s no way that I would be able to penetrate any of the malls in Metro Manila. It was as if those who didn’t go out of town for the long weekend converged in malls. 🥴

So yes, malls are very much alive in the Philippines, unlike in the US where shopping malls are going bust because the middle class is already being squeezed by the economy. On top of that, the big box stores like Costco and Walmart are also contributing to challenges they face by way of competition. According to the New York Times, Amazon is not to blame entirely for their demise. The e-commerce giant only accounts for 11% of total retail shopping in the US.

Long story short, I ended up going straight home, dejected.

Disturbing dream and Christmas rush

I had a disturbing dream this early morning that caused me to remain very angry when I woke up. The level of anger even after waking up was astounding and I had to tell myself that it never happened, just to calm me down. I didn’t realize that the resentment is still that high but it seems like I need to have this confrontation to be able to let go.

Or I need to dive. I haven’t done any of that this year 😭.

I’m getting ready for my drive to Makati as I have a Christmas cocktails with a global law firm tonight. But before that, I would be checking in at a hotel within the area after lunch and have a rest. Probably a massage?


Bumper-to-bumper before 3 pm at SLEX. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Here we go, Christmas rush traffic. I arrived at the hotel one hour later than expected. Good thing I was still on time to make it to the call with my manager but I was still in disarray so I’m not really sure I captured whatever I needed to do before the year ends.

I booked Zennya and my therapist was just in time. She appeared a few minutes I wrapped up the call. How I miss Zennya! I mean, I couldn’t get the deep tissue massage that my back had been hankering for anywhere else. Even the shiatsu massages in Singapore weren’t able to loosen the knots on my back. The therapist recommended another session because my back is still stiff and my neck is still frozen. She did her best though.

After 90 mins, I got ready for my cocktail party. Only 15 mins.

I wore my big girl pearls.

The reason I keep booking this hotel is because it’s so walkable to Ayala. Most of my business events are held in this area. Tonight, I crossed the brightly lit Ayala Triangle to get to my venue.

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The night was a bit productive as I managed to wrangle meetings for Kr and myself.

To celebrate small wins, I am having another 90 min therapeutic Zennya massage to remove the stiffness on my neck and the remaining knots on my back. 😅

Virus

Waiting for my bff to come out of the building of our undergrad college, just like I usually did 24 years ago. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I was a resource person yesterday at my undergrad college, helping them in their review of the journalism curriculum. I almost didn’t make it because I was vomiting every food I had that morning. Stomach acids were triggered by the matcha milk tea I made for myself for breakfast.

During my session, I told them that 1) there are no more media outfits that would absorb journalism graduates as the business model of traditional and even new media is in a flux; 2) AI is here to stay and eliminated entry level jobs, just like what our company did by using AI to aggregate and rewrite press releases and got rid of stringers; 3) story telling has levelled up with the use of analytics. People are no longer paying for news because they can get it for free but people will pay for data and that’s how media companies are surviving—they have to turn themselves into data companies so people will pay for the information that they have. Either they must have Pulitzer Prize-level of journalism with resources to spend on long form stories or investigative pieces or sell and package data like what we and our competitors like Bloomberg and Reuters do. It’s not the news that makes money for us—it’s the data. News is just a means to get data.

After my session, I bought a lot of medicines because I think I’m coming down with something. I’m not sure if this is the same thing I got in Singapore or this is a new infection. Pneumonia cases are up, aside from Covid cases.

I slept most of the time today in between editing and replying to emails. I have an interview tomorrow, so I hope I would be functional by the time I do it.

It’s worrisome to learn from our pediatrician that the pediatric wing at St. Luke’s (I assumed it was St. Luke’s) is filled with childhood pneumonia cases. It is everywhere these days, so many kids down with pneumonia.

I’m not sure about this news report (the reporting was unpolished for it to be mainstream media) but the fact that the Chinese government and WHO are having separate press conferences to answer questions about the rising cases of pneumonia in China means it’s already alarming a lot of people.

Now I’m sneezing and blowing my nose. I’m getting groggy but I still have to tidy up in the kitchen.

I should update the twins’ pneumococcal and flu vaccines. I missed the window when their school was supposed to administer these, which was last week. I was in Singapore. 😕 I forgot to turn in the form that says I am availing of the vax for my kids. 🤦🏻‍♀️ Why, Mommy, why?

Ah I had too many things on my mind.

I can’t wait for the holidays so I can just sleep and rest.


Yeah, learned the hard way.

I always gave people the benefit of the doubt, seeing only the bright side of people and dismissing the dark. I always thought that there might be something in their past that made them into that and I should accommodate that part of them because of that past.

Umm, well, that shouldn’t be an excuse for them to be assholes. Selfish, narcissistic people shouldn’t be given a pass just because of their background. It’s condonation of bad behavior, like it’s ok. It’s never ok.

So how to weed out this kind of people? I don’t know. Maybe stay away from people in general?