This past Tuesday night around 6 pm it hit me. Horrendous pain in the right lower abdomen. I tried to lie down, didn’t help. Made it worse. I stood up, walked around, got some fresh air. Still so much pain. After about one hour I said something to The Sainted Patient Wife who was visiting her family that lives in the bamboo nipa hut in our front yard. She gave me some Advils. Didn’t work. Pain got worse. Finally, around 8 pm, I couldn’t take it anymore. Got my sandals on, and said to SPW that we have to go to the emergency room, and we have to go NOW! I’ve only been to the emergency once in my life before when someone almost totaled a small Dodge with their full-sized pick up. I was shaken and bruised, but otherwise OK.
“Which emergency room?” she said. “Iloilo?” “No! I won’t make it to Iloilo!” “Go to the one here in Guimaras !” We make the ten minute walk to the hospital, no tricycles in sight to get a ride, my gut is aching so bad I can hardly walk. Get into the emergency room, and thank God, the doctor comes over and attends to me right away. Appendicitis probably or urinary infection, but he was strongly leaning towards appendicitis.
I have had no trouble urinating so it was strongly looking like appendicitis. A nurse gives SPW a specimen cup for me to pee in. The cup was so small that a one day old baby could not have peed in it. I miss most of the cup, and don’t have enough urine to fill it. Great! They want some more! My twin niece Michelle, who came along with my sister-in-law Alida, goes to purchase a liter of water. I down it. A nurse comes to prick my finger for a blood sample. My stomach is still in so much pain, that I have to admit, I cried a little. My niece and sister-in-law start crying. I quickly stop, ashamed of myself for being so weak and causing the others to cry. The Sainted Wife is trying to get me some pain medication, but the doctor says they cannot give me anything until they get the urine sample (which I haven’t given them yet.) The pain is killing me!
A surgeon comes to my gurney, and says he will accompany me on the pump boat ride to Iloilo City. Have to do an ultrasound on me there. He fears I will need an emergency appendectomy. The boats stop running at 7 pm, but he has arranged for one that is used for emergencies. The pain is so great, I honestly hope I can make it. I’ll post more tomorrow. I have to rest for now. Thanks for all the comments.