My long weekend

Some of you may not notice but I was not able to be in school for two days straight already. It's because I'm out having my vacation. Yes! Vacationing in the world of sickness :(

Last week, I was busy working my ass off decorating the exhibit. I was the first one who finished the task assigned by our professor, but I still tend to be present for my friends who might need my help especially in video/photo editing. For five days straight, I went home at 9pm, and stayed up so late editing pictures for the upcoming event project.

Therefore, on Saturday evening as I went home, my body surrendered as if my soul has escaped somewhere. I threw up all the dinner I had, I maintained a normal body temperature but I cannot manage to stand, or even to finish my meals. All I really wanted was to have a deep sleep. On Sunday evening, I thought I just have to sleep early for me to be able to go to school on Monday to help out in the opening of the exhibit. So I tried to get up to prepare the things I needed for school. But I just fell down unconsciously, leaving me a frozen sweat. My mom decided not to let me go to school. So I headed back straight to the bedroom and rest.

The next day, I thought I got my body system back to normal since I was now able to get up and walk, except that I still did not have my appetite. I stayed home resting, assuming that I could go back to school the next day. But the strange sickness came back during night, as I could not stand the aroma of turbo chicken mom was cooking. I was even surprised about the feeling since it is one of the ulams that I really love. Again, I had a normal body temperature, but I was chilling and feeling so weak. My mom and Jomar (my private nurse <3) did not allow me again to go back to school since they suspected that I will just skip meals because of my lost appetite. Mom gave me full body massage and it was such a good help, I was able to feel better.

The next day, Mom decided to bring me to doctor. It was a little bit embarrassing that she still brought me to a pediatric clinic, where my co-patients were aging 0-12 years old. The clinic brought a little nostalgia since I was always being brought to that same clinic when I was a child (I was a sickly little girl back then). The nurses there were able to watch me as I grow and they were now laughing at me telling I am no longer suited in pediatrics. :( But anyway, I had my urine and blood examined and waited for my turn to consult to the doctor.

my fellow patients at the back ;) little kids

I'm not afraid of needles but I can't stand to see blood.
So I just looked away while the nurse was doing
the CBC process.

My pediatrician can still recognize me. She doesn't grow old. She is still the finesse and single lady I used to know since I was a kid. What became so different now is that she was not giving me sermons unlike before, as we stayed almost an hour in her room talking and talking about what I should and should not do. She told me that it was just plain stress, and fatigue since my blood and urine results were normal. She gave me some prescriptions because I had gastritis due to the extreme stress I had last week. As we went home, I eventually regained my appetite, but I was not able to eat a lot unlike before. But the good thing is, I can surely go back to school tomorrow! That was really an intense long weekend for me. I promise myself that I will NEVER go back and vacation in that place called... sickness. So never never never accept an entry ticket to that place. And the entry ticket to that sickness place happens to be called STRESS.