Thursday morning, I woke up to feeling emptiness in my stomach as if I was hungry for a couple of weeks, sore throat and weak. Initially I thought it was a light fever and just by eating something it would be okay. The day continued like any other day and all of a sudden my stomach area was cringing up. Flashback to when I was 8 yrs old: On my way back to Dhaka from Rangpur, I felt the same pain. Couldn’t move from the bed and was in seriously excruciating pain, so much so, it could have been equivalent to labor pains. But this time it wasn't as excruciating. However, for some reason, it reminded me of that time. I didn't think much of it afterwards and had a glass of milk...The pain was gone.
The night came along, it was 3:30am, I woke up to tasting bitterness in my mouth and moments later I'm vomiting the world out; this continues to 6 in the morning. Finally, I do the home remedy my grandmother taught me...putting a cold and wet towel over stomach which gives instant relief. It did and I finally slept... I wake up to see my mother looking very concerned. I now have rashes all over my new tomato-red face and my dark brown eye-color has turned grayish...Freaky? You have no idea.
My mom thinks it’s ER worthy...I think she's overreacting...little to say, I myself was freaking out. She finally convinces me that I need to at least see a doctor...Fine 3:45pm on Friday was my appointment. Of course the doctor didn't see me until it was 4:30 or maybe it was 4:45..cant remember...she comes in, asks me a few questions and then tells me, "I think its a stomach virus...but to be honest...I'm not really sure...I need to do some blood work and I want you to come back on Monday so I can see the results and tell u what it is." Of course, my naive self is asking for medications...You know how it is, you go to a doctor when sick, u get yourself checked out and then sent home with prescriptions for cure. Whereas, I went to the doctor, came out not knowing what I have, and with no prescriptions for cure...What do I do? She then tells me that if I felt any worse, I should check myself into the ER. OK...If that was the case...why did I waste my time here? I could have just gone straight to the ER, HEARD my mother, who manages to ALWAYS BE RIGHT......
So it’s Saturday night, bored out of my mind, blogging about my health and feeling worse because I can’t laugh, cough or move much because it hurts the ribcage. What to do? Do I just stop being a baby and admit myself to the ER or just wait till MONDAY? Qu'est ce que je dois faire?