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I was weak to the knee when I woke up this morning. I woke up at least six times to visit the toilet. It was tiring doing it over and over agian every now and then. It was the excruciating pain from my lower chest to my abdomen. I was tossing and turning, unable to sleep with the sharp pain. I felt like someone shot me in the stomach (not that I ever experienced that, but I believe the pain is close if not similar). I was thinking of getting an ambulance to take me into emergency. However, after further thought, I rather be in pain at home than in an emergency wad. It may sound silly that I have phobia of admitting into hospital, although I’m working in one, that doesn’t mean I like to stay in 24 hours. It just creeps me out.
As I regained my energy after a warm shower, I couldn’t possibly not go to work. What would I do at home? Sleep. Yeah, right, I’ll probably suffer as much as I did last night with the pain. Moreover, I’ll be able to get some drugs to relieve the pain if I go to work. So I got my boss to prescribe me with buscopan to relieve intestinal spasms, but she refused to give me pain killers. I’ll just get another doctor to prescribe me that later if the pain is still there.
Overall, I feel like shit today. Not that I smell like shit, but I am getting the sick feeling of not productive. I still couldn’t figure out what did I consume earlier that caused the diarrhea and pain. Tomorrow will definately be much better. I hope so.
