Unpredictable.
Upside down.
But enforced rest.
At 5am on Sunday morning, I stumbled into the world of this NLV endemic of Gastroenteritis, or better known as "gastric flu". Initially, it started with just vomiting and I thought its probably just something I ate. I didn't feel that sick considering just hours before I was happily cooking, eating and playing the night away. But the vomiting increased in volume for the next half hour to an hour, then causing excruciating pain in my tummy. The pain was very sharp and continuous I almost thought I was going to just faint and drop dead. I started to get out of bed to get water but then my vision was being blurred, and I felt very dizzy. And no one was about . I was all alone. Couldn't even manage to talk, just generally felt very weak. But my sign of hope came when mommy called. I think she was telling me to stop fighting the pain and stop thinking I'll be okay to go to church because the only things I could say to her was, I think I'll feel better. I need to get to church for the Tjs and I was filling in for worship on that day too, on the piano. She told me, you're not going. And then I cant remember what happened. Vaguely remember phone ringing, I answered and opening the door, I think..
Next thing I remember is having my auntie check on me, pressing parts of my tummy and giving me a diagnosis. I was in alot of pain and they were worried I was having a stomach ulcer, until I developed high fever and had symptoms of flu and that my pain was in the same middle spot etc. I lost track of time so I dunno how long I stayed in pain for but my aunt said they got to me at about noon..
So I spent the past few days under observation and resting since Sunday...Returned back home to my flat a day ago. So much for my big plans this week to prepare myself and get all ready for the Mission Trip. Its thursday night, I still feel a little weak. I haven't packed nor done my shopping for the trip, nor have I been able to finish up on "other work" and Camp preparations before I go. My diet has been pretty much bread and congee and water and lots of gaviscon max. Abit worried about the change of climate and the unfamiliar food I'll be getting when I'm there so think I may need to steal some of my housemates clear soup instant noodles since I won't have time to buy any unless the airport will sell some, which I doubt they would.
Enforced rest indeed. I slept alot - guess cos I was feeling so weak from the fluids and salt that I lost, and just feeling nausea and giddy. But it was nice to have family around in a time where I felt so down, helpless and as if I was going to die (with all that pain). Doctors say I need to eat regular meals at regular times, which I must admit - I haven't been doing. The other cause could be stress...subtle stress?? I dunno. Its an experience I would definitely not want to have again, I can't go through all that pain and just throwing up like that. Its never happen to me before. So, as my mom says - eat regular meals at regular times and take your vitamins!! Or it may well develop into a stomach ulcer if I am not careful...seems stomach ulcer is a whole lot worse - especially in the intensity of PAIN.
But thanking God for the time of rest. A time where I got alot of reflection done, of times past and times present and times to come. A time where I appreciate and missed family and friends back home in Singapore and KL. A time where God showed me just how far I have come in learning to surrender and give to Him the things I am weak in, and depend on His strength. A time where I had so much time to pray and chat with Him, where I believed He brought me back to my first love so passionately.
Just when I was all alone and felt so abandoned in that 5am unexpected alarm bell, at a point where I thought if I'd die here in all that pain no one would even know : God cared and He led my mom to call me, led my aunt and uncle in london to call home to wish my grandma happy mothers day where my mom then told them to come look for me. Family...Being with family is always the BEST! I had the best care ever from my family especially just seeing and knowing just how much they were praying for me. And I know my GOD is REAL..
God Rocks!
Upside down.
But enforced rest.
At 5am on Sunday morning, I stumbled into the world of this NLV endemic of Gastroenteritis, or better known as "gastric flu". Initially, it started with just vomiting and I thought its probably just something I ate. I didn't feel that sick considering just hours before I was happily cooking, eating and playing the night away. But the vomiting increased in volume for the next half hour to an hour, then causing excruciating pain in my tummy. The pain was very sharp and continuous I almost thought I was going to just faint and drop dead. I started to get out of bed to get water but then my vision was being blurred, and I felt very dizzy. And no one was about . I was all alone. Couldn't even manage to talk, just generally felt very weak. But my sign of hope came when mommy called. I think she was telling me to stop fighting the pain and stop thinking I'll be okay to go to church because the only things I could say to her was, I think I'll feel better. I need to get to church for the Tjs and I was filling in for worship on that day too, on the piano. She told me, you're not going. And then I cant remember what happened. Vaguely remember phone ringing, I answered and opening the door, I think..
Next thing I remember is having my auntie check on me, pressing parts of my tummy and giving me a diagnosis. I was in alot of pain and they were worried I was having a stomach ulcer, until I developed high fever and had symptoms of flu and that my pain was in the same middle spot etc. I lost track of time so I dunno how long I stayed in pain for but my aunt said they got to me at about noon..
So I spent the past few days under observation and resting since Sunday...Returned back home to my flat a day ago. So much for my big plans this week to prepare myself and get all ready for the Mission Trip. Its thursday night, I still feel a little weak. I haven't packed nor done my shopping for the trip, nor have I been able to finish up on "other work" and Camp preparations before I go. My diet has been pretty much bread and congee and water and lots of gaviscon max. Abit worried about the change of climate and the unfamiliar food I'll be getting when I'm there so think I may need to steal some of my housemates clear soup instant noodles since I won't have time to buy any unless the airport will sell some, which I doubt they would.
Enforced rest indeed. I slept alot - guess cos I was feeling so weak from the fluids and salt that I lost, and just feeling nausea and giddy. But it was nice to have family around in a time where I felt so down, helpless and as if I was going to die (with all that pain). Doctors say I need to eat regular meals at regular times, which I must admit - I haven't been doing. The other cause could be stress...subtle stress?? I dunno. Its an experience I would definitely not want to have again, I can't go through all that pain and just throwing up like that. Its never happen to me before. So, as my mom says - eat regular meals at regular times and take your vitamins!! Or it may well develop into a stomach ulcer if I am not careful...seems stomach ulcer is a whole lot worse - especially in the intensity of PAIN.
But thanking God for the time of rest. A time where I got alot of reflection done, of times past and times present and times to come. A time where I appreciate and missed family and friends back home in Singapore and KL. A time where God showed me just how far I have come in learning to surrender and give to Him the things I am weak in, and depend on His strength. A time where I had so much time to pray and chat with Him, where I believed He brought me back to my first love so passionately.
Just when I was all alone and felt so abandoned in that 5am unexpected alarm bell, at a point where I thought if I'd die here in all that pain no one would even know : God cared and He led my mom to call me, led my aunt and uncle in london to call home to wish my grandma happy mothers day where my mom then told them to come look for me. Family...Being with family is always the BEST! I had the best care ever from my family especially just seeing and knowing just how much they were praying for me. And I know my GOD is REAL..
God Rocks!
0 comments:
Post a Comment