For the first time in my life, I was hospitalized. Definitely, it’s not something to brag about, but why do I write about it on my blog? Well, being confined at Mother Theresa of Calcutta in San Fernando, Pampanga for 3.5 days had made me realized lot of things.
First of, I’m overwhelmed by the love and care (physically, emotionally and financially) of those people around me. I know I’ll be forever grateful and someday, I’ll be able to return the kindness.
I was rushed to hospital because I cannot bear the pain anymore I was feeling in my tummy. I had mussels for dinner, which is the primary suspect why I had Acute Gastroentiritis (due to frequent vomiting and diarrhea) – eeww, excuse me for those words, lol!
So there I was, stranded in a room for three and a half days-which had me sleepless for being uncomfortable. Not that the bed is bad, in fact, I can say that the Mother Theresa of Calcutta has the best medical service and facility. I just can’t sleep with a dextrose clipped in my left hand, eventually transferred to my right when it became swollen. I was irritated because I can’t do anything but to watch tv and dvd all day long! My butt and back ached for being too attached on bed or chair. Worst, I couldn’t digest anything I eat, it was all coming out.
But, given that situation, I also realized that I’m still lucky. I could just imagine how many patients in that hospital were experiencing greater pain and hopelessness. How many were just waiting for their final day on Earth? How did they struggle the pain and depression? In that case, I thought of Francis Magalona, who despite of the pain he still managed to chronicle what he had been through and even called it a “Happy Battle”.
Well, I’m not saying that being hospitalized is okay, it is actually a dreadful circumstance that could happen to anyone. The point is, being positive in belief and thinking could make a difference. I remember, on the third day of my hospitalization, my mother tuned in the television to the Healing Mass at Channel 2. The officiating priest told the attendees and audience via television to put their hand on the body parts that needs healing. I put my hand on my stomach with a belief that I would be healed and I would be discharged immediately. Believe it or not, after just minutes, I got better. I was able to eat half-rice and viand without vomiting it. I had no diarrhea anymore and the next day, I was discharged already. See how God works with a positive mind?