I hate hospitals.

How many times do I have to reiterate that I HATE HOSPITALS?

I hate it when I have to go there and care for someone.

Most importantly, I hate it when I have to be the friggin' patient.

August 27, 2012. Around 4pm. NAIA Terminal 3 Airport.

I had to be rushed to St. Luke's Global City because I was writhing in pain. Stomach ache. It must've been something I ate during lunchtime. Even before boarding the plane to Manila, I was in the rest room thrice. Twice excreting waste down below and once trough my mouth. In the aiplane, I took another dump.

That was how bad I was.

As we were going to the cab queue, i had to ask my friend Aru to push me all the way out of the terminal. I had to sit on the luggage push cart, by the way. I had to take the judging looks of other people. I did not care. I felt that if I had to take another walking step, I would faint.

15 minutes felt like forever. I was in agony. It was as if someone was constantly pinching needles into my stomach from the inside.

Inside the cab, Aru suggested they take me straight to the hospital. At first, I did not want to. My primary concern was: "Wala akong pera." A few minutes passed. After a few discussions of whether or not I am going to the hospital, I finally agreed. I could not take the pain anymore. It felt as if my head and stomach were going to explode of the pain.

I arrived in the hospital with a fever and a whole lot of white blood cell count. Intra-venous antibiotics were immediately given to me.

I had to endure the pain for another day.

Thanks to my nurses and the doctors and especially to my friends for the care. :)

Just got out of the hospital today.