....Maybe I can write a blog in Inoue-sensei's style. =)
never mind.
on monday I felt really awful as I caught the train to go in for the 8oclock lecture.
The sense of unwellness was so intense that i began to worry where I could be sent to, if i deteriorated; and quite disqualifed for admission at the RCH Emergency Department.
So I got off at Richmond station and went for the next arrived train straight back home. With my bag & book & lunch box & a grumpy look, i really wondered if a 5th year medical student still had the right to have such acute truancy urges.
at home i felt more nauseated, had 2 episodes of projectile vomiting, and felt drowsy & feverish for the rest of the day.
Sounds pretty severe, doesn't it?
I was firm not to go to the doctor knowing full well if i went, I would be classified as class 4 or 5 in box hill ED, and had to drown myself for 4-5 hrs in nausea and agitation and sense of neglect b4 I get to see a doctor who would advise me to drink more fluid and rest for a few days.
I did believe myself to be adequate in such a basic level of self-diagnosis.
and the next day I felt better.
That one horrible day, however, was a chance for me to experience what it is like to be debilitated to the point that even thinking became impossible.
Severe nausea really could take away one's thoughts, and make one unable to think even about things one normally would enjoy regardless of mood or circumstances.
Losing the ability to think has always been my worst nightmare.
I really could sense what its like to be a cancer patient, wasting away, weak, nauseated, with no hope of getting better.
I must say they are all very courageous people. I could not imagine myself enduring such daily ordeal, knowing full well this would be the story of my life, however short it may be.
Lord thank you for that experience. I pray I will always endeavour to be more understanding of others' pain, however inadequate I maybe.
