buttered girlfriend
less than a week after my third world death-by-jefney incident, i got confined in Manila Doctor's. Friday night found me vomiting for over an hour in the ladies' room at the office, i couldn't work anymore, i could barely walk as it was and my supervisor had the decency to drive me home. i had to beg to be brought to the hospital because my dysmennorhea (how do you spell this again?) from hell with matching extreme case of gastritis was causing me to kick and moan from the pain (no, not in a good way). the cramps and stomach pain were too much and i was kind of being delusional already, i swear to god my parents' faces were morphing every time i'd look at them. besides, you can only throw up so much green and yellow tummy fluid.
i spent the weekend in the hospital, being IVd and tested in several ways (blood test, enzymes, ultrasound, urine and even pregnancy test) to find out what the hell was wrong with me. the results were hardly conclusive, bringing a final diagnosis of Functional Dyspepsia and revealing a high white blood count. i left the place subtly wounded from all the needle pricks and my forearm is so bruised that i could be mistaken for a heroine addict except for the fact that i'm fat.
and my injuries from last week haven't even healed yet. buti nalang the boyfriend isn't here or else people will assume that i'm getting "buttered" (no, not in a good way either).
i now am not allowed to consume fatty food, citrusy anything, alcohol, coffee, cigarettes.. but we all know better than that. besides, my doctor himself said the magic words.. "wag muna."
i can't wear skirts because my legs are resembling that of a boisterous kid's (so ngayon pa ako magkakapeklat?!) and high heels are out of the question because the next slip and/or tumble is probably just a few steps away.
being a walking disaster is so unbecoming, it's become my tagline already.
i spent the weekend in the hospital, being IVd and tested in several ways (blood test, enzymes, ultrasound, urine and even pregnancy test) to find out what the hell was wrong with me. the results were hardly conclusive, bringing a final diagnosis of Functional Dyspepsia and revealing a high white blood count. i left the place subtly wounded from all the needle pricks and my forearm is so bruised that i could be mistaken for a heroine addict except for the fact that i'm fat.
and my injuries from last week haven't even healed yet. buti nalang the boyfriend isn't here or else people will assume that i'm getting "buttered" (no, not in a good way either).
i now am not allowed to consume fatty food, citrusy anything, alcohol, coffee, cigarettes.. but we all know better than that. besides, my doctor himself said the magic words.. "wag muna."
i can't wear skirts because my legs are resembling that of a boisterous kid's (so ngayon pa ako magkakapeklat?!) and high heels are out of the question because the next slip and/or tumble is probably just a few steps away.
being a walking disaster is so unbecoming, it's become my tagline already.