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Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Each time i wake up it all seems like a bad dream, but it is not.
It still feels like yesterday when i blacked out and crashed into my home piano and ladder in the living room due to viral infection of the stomach. Since then, Ive prayed tt i will nv experience tt horrible and scary period again, making my family worry for me.
I tot tt as long as i nv ate the wrong food, drank the wrong drinks and moved ard a bit more, I would stay healthy. Who's to know tt, no matter wat i did. I could nv avoid my next fainting EPISODE, as wat the doc called it. an EPISODE? Til today, the cause of me fainting yest is a question mark. My doc cant give me a solid reason as to y i blacked out. maybe fatigue? somethin i ate? somethin i dint eat? juz somethin. tt was wat he said.
If u stil dint know wat happened to me. I blacked out yest in the bathroom without any warning signs like the last fainting spell. I wasnt feeling anythin outta the blue, and next thing i knew, i saw stars clouding up my vision.
u know how in movies they always do a flash in and out of black during scenes where pple black out, die or get injured? well, it is exactly the same. one minute i flashed to me sitting on the grd. next, i was holding myself up on the sink. next i saw blood dripping down from my forehead.
I managed to get myself wrapped up in the towel and called for my grandma. All my 22 yrs of living, i stil needed my grams to help me with my underwear.
And so, at the hospital. I received 3 stitches on my forehead and 3 on the back of my head. I stil dunno how and where i knocked head into but i think ignorance is bliss. I dun need a reminder each time i take a shower.
The Operating theatre was exactly wat u see in movies, onli colder, literally and metaphorically.
As i lay there awaiting my anesthesia, I was seriously freezin and scared outta my wits, of the pain and wat is to come after. i was seriously, shaking like a leaf.
Anws, they snipped off my hair at the back to stitch my back wound. can u imagine the horror!!! Normally ven would kill u if u wanted to onli MESS up her hair! NOW, her hair is GONE!! SNIPPED! CUT! CHOPPED! and def not by a hairstylist, in fact far from it, mind u!! argh!
so nw, all i can do is wait for my stitches to come off and hope n pray tt it wont leave a scar on my forehead. thou reality tells me it will.
My life is now, officially, a drama.
If u disagree with the above. dis-prove it.
minahlian
- 10:28 AM
