This entire October hasn’t been good to me health-wise. Ever since October 1, I haven’t been really well.
I had that wellness checkup that made me really scared and tired (have to finish that entry later).
October 8, I had a bad injury that kept me in pain and scared for a week. Then last Saturday I woke up with the worst stomach ache that led to a 39° fever at night. I’m OK now, but not 100%.
Here’s what happened last weekend.
Sadly, one of my readers died unexpectedly, a beautiful girl of 30. Keri found out on Twitter the night of October 19 during our bus ride home from Tagaytay. We made a plan to go to the wake last Friday.
The wake was all the way in Quezon City. After the wake, Keri and I met up with Grace at Romulo’s to make pagpag. I didn’t want to eat as it was 10 PM, but Grace ordered some shelled beings, like gambas and crispy crablets in vinegar sauce.
The gambas was divine. I don’t normally eat crablets, but I stuffed my face due to mechanical comfort eating.
The next morning I woke up with a horrible pain in my stomach, the kind that makes you crawl back into bed after that trip to the bathroom. I had to cancel my 12 noon and 2 PM meeting twice.
I took too much medicine—Tums, Buscopan, Diatabs, Alaxan. I was in so much pain I finally fell asleep in the afternoon.
I woke up better but still ill, so I started taking Biogesic.
My husband left for Octoberfest. Knowing I would be alone at night, I hired a night nurse to take care of me.
The nurse arrived at 9-ish. That’s when I found out I was running a 39° fever.
Scary shit. I don’t ever get 39°. My husband came home before 12 and went straight to bed.
Luckily I had nurse with me. I woke up in the wee hours of the morning because my nose was bleeding (scary). I decided to take a sponge bath using some of the Lourdes water Nikki Luna gave me. My fever went down dramatically.
The nurse left in the morning when I had no fever. I spent the whole Sunday in bed watching Gossip Girl, 2 Broke Girls, Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, and a Paul Rudd movie.
I’m so sick of TV, I can’t even tell you, but here I am about to watch Pretty Little Liars while waiting for pancakes. At least I have some appetite now.
I will never eat crablets again.