Last week, I learned that I can survive on water alone.*guffaws*
I broke my back last week...okay, maybe strained it. Don't ask why anymore, because I probably wouldn't tell you anyway. Let's just say that for a brief moment, I thought that I was Supergirl and I knew the answer to world hunger. *hyuk! hyuk!* So, from Tuesday afternoon to Thursday, I was suffering a fever of 39-40 degrees celsius with the pain from my lower back shooting down to my knees. Yes, it hurt even when I stood up. I was told by Hamza's older sister to just take things easy and lie down for a couple of days until the pain subsides, which I in turn, faithfully did for a couple of minutes. I've lost appetite for food, and found myself drinking water and juice only. My God, I was living off on fluids for days, and I was beginning to get scared coz I knew if I didn't get anything to eat, I'd be puking bile soon. Come Saturday, I was trying my best not to wither in pain because my dad keeps asking what was wrong and I didn't want to tell even though my back was killing me and the pain was beginning to spread upward. I didn't want to go see a doctor because I don't like hospitals (although I usually find myself in it one way or another), so I opted for the good old neighborhood masseuse/manghihilot, Mimi. I knew I should've gone to her earlier but Hamza believed it would go away so I sat it out. I thought too, that my high tolerance for pain would win over it, but I would find myself all teary-eyed come evening when it got cold because of the typhoons.
And so Mimi made massaged my back. It was my first time to see a manghihilot-slash-masseuse so I told her to be gentle with my back because it was broken. Oh, she was gentle...as gentle as the winds of Egay. *laughs* My God, I was gripping the metal bars of our bed like hell, my knuckles turned white! I was too embarrassed to yelp so I kept my head buried under the pillow and bore the pain. She said in Cebuano, 'maraming hangin katawan mo, 'te'...I told her 'ang tawag dyan, air pockets.' *waaaahhhhh... humor me. haha!* She worked on me for more than an hour. After my ordeal with her, I felt all black and blue, but for some reason, I felt less pain on my back and legs. I feel better now, but I have to see her a couple more times. I'm contemplating seeing a doctor, just for good measure. I just want to know if everything's finally ok with me, so I can get back to saving the world, and do that darned test that i've been putting off for the longest time (some thyroid test thingy).
I know some people find it weird how I still have to do things when I can very well just order other people around to do these things for me... yes, that's what servants are for, and they're paid to do things for your convenience and stuff, but I wasn't exactly born to just lie around and order other people around. I was born with a silver spoon, I admit, but I wasn't born an invalid. I don't mind getting my hands dirty. I enjoy getting my hands dirty. That's why I got like this (broken back). Anyway, I know I'll be getting back to work pretty soon (I'm still on slight vacation mode right now), but I'll be a lot more careful with the stuff I do. Oh, I'm glad to report too, that my appetite has come back, but I'm gonna try take things slow, all the extra weight I've been wanting to lose is now gone (I can give Marie France, Belo and Calayan a run for their money--I lost 10lbs in 5 days!), it might come back if I binged on a daily basis. hehe! My best friend now is water, and I don't think I'll be changing best friends for quite a while.*bows*
sorry i couldn't think of a good title...it's in bad taste, i know. maybe my next blog wouldn't be as bad as this. haha!
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