My body was quite frail when I was born, but I was pretty proud to say that throughout my life, I’d never had to be hospitalized. However, this year... the end of a long streak finally came. It was around eight at night. My stomach really hurt, but I figured it was a regular stomachache. And so, I decided to go to bed early and assumed I’d feel better in the morning. Unfortunately, the pain just kept getting worse instead of getting better. I started to sweat profusely, and my entire body began to feel heavy. It hurt so bad I thought I would pass out. I thought of calling an ambulance, but I lived in a peaceful residential area and I really didn’t want to inconvenience my neighbors. That was why I called a taxi and, wincing, I headed toward the emergency room. By the time I reached the hospital, I couldn’t move. I’d fainted in the taxi and couldn’t even tell which hospital I’d been brought to. They ended up putting me on a wheelchair to get me inside, and then I was transferred to a stretcher. The doctor asked me some vague, impossible to remember questions... I ended up getting a CT scan, and my arm was hooked up to an IV drip. The pain continued throughout this experience. It wasn’t as bad as it was when it peaked in the taxi, but I still felt terrible. They ended up deciding I needed to be hospitalized. I sat in the bed, tossing and turning, as pain ran through my body in dull waves. I couldn’t get to sleep at all, and the aching continued through until morning.
The next day they used a gastrocamera on me, but it was so uncomfortable that I required a sedative. They injected me, and I was unconscious in moments. I ended up waking up thinking it was about to happen, but it was already finished. Then, I was put through a series of test before being x-rayed and sent back to bed. For the next three days, I was in the sickbed, battling with the waves of pain that wracked my body... But gradually the pain did begin to abate. Over the course of those days, I didn’t eat a single thing, but strangely, I didn’t feel hungry either. The pain kind of distracted me from that and the IV drip was keeping me nourished. On the fourth day, I was able to eat a light meal, and they said they’d be able to discharge me. I remember savoring that dreary meal and thinking about how tasty it was. There was a little pain, but it wasn’t unbearable. I was finally discharged on the fourth night. I ended up losing around 4kg, as well. And... according to the examination, they couldn’t determine the source of the sudden pain. There was nothing particularly wrong with my stomach, apparently. The doctor said that it might’ve been stress-induced, but if anything, the whole hospital stay made me more nervous and stressed than anything else. Either way, since that day I’ve tried to be careful with what I eat, and I’ve also tried to be more relaxed in general. It wasn’t exactly an experience I’m keen to repeat. The funniest part is that the manuscript for this volume was actually sent out during my hospital stay, so I’m glad I still managed to get it done on time. But please, if you’re reading this... take care of your body. Health is absolutely paramount.
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