I rushed to the toilet and bath around 11PM last night, twice with an interval of 30-40 minutes, I thought there was something down below bleeding (yes, uhm that part).
Nope, I did not cut myself down there wtf.
Nope, I wasn’t feeling nauseous and no chance that I’m pregnant.
Nope, not a miscarriage.
Nope, not having my period yet.
My suture and my abdomen was pricking again. Good thing there was no blood. When I felt like peeing, I was really expecting blood from internal and external parts of my body. It has been 2 years and 6 months since my physician tied the knot literally to me hehe and it still aches like shit.
First cause, laundry. My mom and I do the laundry every other week or sometimes during Sunday mornings. Yep, our washing machine is broken that’s why we do it manually and when I say manually – all the bedsheets, jeans, you name it. I’ve been doing this for a couple of months now and I cannot NOT do it since I don’t want my momma doing all the laundry and I really like chores that have water with it.
Second cause, tricycle. If I don’t bring the car, I commute so with all the fucked up humps and roads in BF and I still don’t know why it hasn’t been fixed the fact that we pay a certain amount of a kinda village fee, and whenever the tricycle driver drives like a monster, I’m going to be dead.
Third cause, walking too fast. I really don’t want to be late but there are times that even when I leave the house early, it will take a lot of time waiting for a tricycle right in front of the house so I walk out of the village just to wait for one.
Fourth cause, other strenuous activities that needs to be confidential. Uhm, I don’t need any explanation here. HAHAHAHA *covering my face because of humiliation* why did I even write this part
So before I explain to you the effect that I’ve been experiencing for the past days, let me show you images same as my operation (but mine was vertically done) and close to what my tumtum looks like:
Well, for my 25 years of living I can only count the times I’ve been in the hospital. Maybe around 5-6? Just because of the consultations, etc. But to be admitted, nope.
Before I got pregnant and before I even felt I was going to get pregnant, I kept on thinking why was I never admitted in a hospital due to any illness because sometimes I feel like I’m healthy or I just don’t really like consulting physicians and I don’t want to spend money just to consult when I really think I’m healthy.
So anyway, I am not afraid of blood or even needles that’s why when I had my c-section, I was so game. I really could not bear the contractions anymore (I was also diluted and I did not have any epidural), so I was rushed to the hospital coming from lying-in when they really don’t allow your first delivery in lying-ins but they did, and voila, emergency CS.
I was injected 8 times at the back by the anesthesiologist. Eight, not bad. I told him if I could have more so I won’t feel the contractions. I can bear the pain of needles but not the contractions.
THE EFFECT OF MY RECENT PAIN
It really fucking hurts.
Last night, I could not sit properly I could not even take a shit properly. I had to go to the loo back and forth and slowly push my stomach for my shit to be pushed down but since I have sutures, I’m really having a hard time with my bowel movement ever since I was a kid I’ve been having problems with my bowel but it became worse after my operation.
It’s actually my fault too because I don’t wear my girdle biddie bye bye don’t tell a lie anymore. It’s just there in my closet, hanging out with the rest of my undies.
What hurts more is I don’t remember almost anything anymore. :(
I think I gotta choose who I want to be below:
I was a big fan of Pokemon and now I don’t remember anything whenever my friends talk about it. Yes, sure I still somehow memorize the rap and the chant of Team Rocket but not all of the Pokemons anymore :( I don’t remember vividly events during my college days until the present. Some are important events, some are not though it’s still saddens me. Whenever my friends talk about a certain episode during our college days, I just want to cover my ears and shoot my brain cells. What I remember mostly is during kinder until high school. The only bittersweet here is I remember my heart breaks. Why can’t the heart forget? Luh landi hahahaha
Ah basta, hindi na ako magaling makaalala tulad ng dati. Ang dami ko pang gustong sabihin ng mga bagay na hindi ko na maalala pero hahaba lang ito.
Pero wag kang magalala special person, lahat ng pinaguusapan natin ay naalala ko well sana hihihi ipaalala mo nalang sa akin, at salamat sa pagpapaalala na parati maging masaya luh landiiiii
So please take care of your memory, in loving memory of me. Hahaha!
And this post has actually been figuratively “healthy” for your eyes, I’ll end it now.