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An Episode of Paint It Black
| 09:55 PM

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Never in my life have I thought I'd be using the word "episode" other than its literary context. But that's how the doctor referred to what happened to me yesterday. And it felt odd.

I wasn't exactly feeling well when I woke up that morning. There was this slight hammering at the back of my head and I felt hot. But since I was just on half day duty and I felt that I was just having my arte moments, I decided to come to work. After all, I had plans that afternoon -- Rozz and I were supposed to have lunch and I wanted to go malling and buy my luggage already.

Yesterday morning was a usual day for coming to work. I was lucky enough to avoid that effin' entry stoppage at the MRT Q.Ave station, which they always do at around 7AM. I was standing in the aisle of the ladies' coach of the MRT so I had a relatively decent space. So I had my earphones on, listening to Avril Lavigne's Complicated on the radio at that time, when I just didn't feel like listening to her anymore. My head was already pounding so bad that time, still bearable though, but I just felt heaviness all over. Then my sight began discoloring. It was a sudden burst of dull yellow at first, then my vision started fading to black, like a flashback scene of a bad memory. I instantly panicked, not too obvious of course (because I was alone), and I tried to keep my eyes open. The last thing I saw was the San Miguel Building and it really got frustrating because I was trying to focus on at least one image but everything seemed to get darker despite my efforts not to shut my eyes. So I blinked, thinking that it would help clear out the darkness. Then I collapsed.

Right. In the MRT station. In Shaw Boulevard. While on my way to the office. How unglamorous could that get?! And that was my first time. I believe I didn't lose consciousness because I was hearing the voices around me. That they even called the guard to get me out the train. And I felt being dragged out to the platform area. Of the Shaw Station. haha.

I remained seated at the guard's post for a while. But just when I was ready to stand up and ride the MRT again, my hands began clenching involuntarily, so I had to knead them discreetly so as not to draw attention. I already looked ridiculous sitting at the guard's post; I didn't want to look more of a freak with my crooked hands. And when I finally got myself together, I stood up and decided to still take the south-bound train and go to work. Because I was thinking of the lunch and the malling after. And because I could have myself checked there.

I think I let 2 trains pass before I decided to just go back home. Aside from the fact that it was dark in that station and I couldn't distinguish whether or not I was having an episode again, my head kept on banging on the inside. If fainting wasn't enough, well I didn't want to embarass myself further by throwing up in public. When I got home and finally laid my head on my pillow, God, it felt like tipsiness that didn't deliver. And that's pathetic.

My mom came home after I texted her what happened, then we did blood and eye tests. Eye test came out clear; blood test showed some irregularities. CT scan turned out negative too. So we're left with neurologic and hematologic tests, which I have yet to undergo since I didn't have time yesterday. And it was raining and I needed the rest today. So there, I'm not yet fully cleared. I'm overreacting, but I can't help it coz I'm not exactly the healthiest person here and I still haven't done all the consultations I need.

What's worse is that my head never ceased throbbing until the last second before I fell asleep last night. And I woke up sweaty despite the rain and the semi-strong wind entering my room. I felt generally ok today; I feel normal, but I'd still feel heaviness in my head occasionally. Until I've had my neuro and hema tests, I would like to believe that I just got burned-out that's why I made a scene yesterday. And that regular dose of iron pills will suffice. And I would still like to believe that even after the neuro and hema tests.

I seriously need erase and rewind right now.




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Eds (guest)

Comment posted on June 8th, 2009 at 09:22 AM
oo, sayang eh nakarating nako ng ayala statn kaya tumuloy nako sa office, hehehe. na morning stress lang cguro ako sa mrt, pasaway kasi mga pasahero sa cubao station.
Comment posted on June 6th, 2009 at 10:47 AM
oo ngayon, ok naman ako kung sa ok. hindi pa nga lang naa-accomplish ang recommended tests.

nakakahiya, eksena talaga! eh ikaw, tumuloy ka pa sa office?

Eds (guest)

Comment posted on June 6th, 2009 at 09:41 AM
ok ka na ba ngayon? buti nalang naisipan mong umuwi na lang baka mamaya anu pang nangyari sayo sa daan. ako naman nun sobrang hilo na din kala ko magcocollapse din ako. buti nalang nakarating ako ng ayala statn nang malwalhati. di ko ata maimagine sarili ko na dinadrag palabas ng train, eksena nga naman tlaga un.


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