Me and My Tummy

It’s 11:04 am. I’m here inside the doctor’s clinic, about to have my consultation for my tummy problem. I just get so bored easily and I cannot help not doing anything purposeful. I didn’t bring any of my books since I tend to get nauseous lately when I’m reading   for a very long time so I thought, I might as well write.

I’ve been absent from work for three days now. It was horrible last Tuesday, my first day. I was tossing and turning in bed and my tummy was in so much pain. I just slept it off and woke up only when our helper offered to give me a tummy massage. It was so fucking painful like I wanna shout and cry (which I probably did). I wanted to have myself confined in the hospital right then but my hubby went to work and left me all alone at home. He probably thought that this is just another tummy problem out of all the numerous tummy problems I’ve had before. Well, I thought so too. Only to find out that it’s getting worse and when I called my hubby about it, he went under time from work and rushed home. He took care of me at first, cooking me food, making me tea, giving me dulcolax. I felt a little better but just to be sure, we decided to go to the doctor the next day.

We went to Capitol Medical Center here in QC only to find out that Fortune Care Office is closed and that the gastroenterologist was not available. The secretary of that office was so “anal” that she even scolded the Fortune Care officer over the phone right after she verified my ID saying “Bakit, sinuswelduhan ba ako ng Fortunecare?!” What the f%@$?!!! If only I wasn’t feeling so woozy then she’d have another think coming. We went home and I just rested. I called up my friend Vina and told her what happened. She got so alarmed that she went to visit me at home after work and gave me Fortune Care’s referral slip. That’s what I’m using now and I’m here again, inside the clinic of the 2^nd gastroenterologist I’m seeing today. The first one was from Capitol Med. (again!) – Dr. Encarnacion. He wanted me to do several tests, four to be exact. When I transferred here at St. Luke’s to have his requests approved by Fortune Care, they advised me to go see another doctor. Probably coz those four tests would be so expensive to cover for a healthy-looking gal like myself. This is really what I hate about going to doctors and hospitals. They care more about the money than the patients themselves, But I guess, that’s what reality is.

Oops, someone’s texting.

My officemates are asking how I am. And my boss wants me to go to work tomorrow. I don’t wanna think anymore how that request may have really sounded like (probably, very evil, insensitive and sarcastic like her) but my answer would depend on what will happen after my consultation.

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I’m at home now, 2:46pm. The doctor said that I have Irritable Bowel Syndrome, Diarrhea predominant. She had me do a CBC, results of which will be ready by 6 tonight. She also wanted me to do a colonoscopy but it’s still being approved by Fortune Care. I bought my 2 weeks worth of medicine, P3,500 total (Fuck! What a rip-off!), one of which sounded so alien — Proton Pump Inhibitor. Hmmm. Sounds like a car spare part more than anything medicinal doesn’t it? Anyway, she said I’m too young to have cancer but we can never be sure so we might as well check the insides of my ass. Cancer!!! Gulp.  I don’t know what to think! I almost can’t believe this. After all, I’ve always seen myself as one of the healthiest people around. I eat veggies and fish, I take my vitamins, and I do my share of physical activities. On the other hand, I do easily get stressed and depressed especially these past three months when my evil boss started ruining my happy world; I do drink alcoholic beverages on weekends to the point of getting wasted but not every weekend tho. More like, once every month. I’ve been having chest pains as well which I try controlling everyday coz I know they’re just anxiety attacks from knowing that I’ll be seeing my boss again; I don’t want to blame her  but I was perfectly ok before she came into my world and now this. I lay her fortune in the hands of fate. “Pana-panahon lang yan.”  She’ll have her share of misery and misfortune too, one way or another, if life thinks she deserves it. I’ll just have to learn to suck it up and live with it and try to see my world from another perspective, a more happy one. Coz I know she’ll never change. Heck, she’s 62 years old! The only thing that could change her is D-E-A-T-H. But anyways, I’m getting too morbid here. I might even die sooner than her if I don’t get a hold of myself.

….breathe in… breathe out… relax….

So I texted my boss that I’ll be coming in tomorrow and that I’ll just have to be back on the 24^th for my colonoscopy. She said ok. So I guess, that’s it for now.

God, I need a vacation!!!