[DISCLAIMER! Whatever crap I wrote here can be entirely attributed to my head injury.]
Wednesdays are my extended Office of Legal Aid days and study days for my hell-Thursdays. So the plan was gym-school for client meeting because I had a hearing-study date. To jumpstart any busy day in a young girl's life, I decided to eat star-shaped nuggets with rice. Chuck, my beagle, who was outside, also needed food so I told our yaya, Ate Glo, to feed her. She responded with "Mamaya na." While I was in the middle of the breakfasting, true enough, she was feeding my Chuckie. Throughout all this, our other housekeeper, Manang Juliet, was mopping the floor.
When everyone left and I finished off my breakfast, Chuck was furiously attempting to open the screen door with her paws and claws. I wanted to attend to her because I haven't given her a massage/scratch which she loves. As the scratching became furious, I rushed through her side, but alas, the floor was so wet.
I didn't break my fall and continued to slide, pelvis first.
And a loud thud came from my skull's contact with the semi-marbled floor.
Maybe it was the panic from the thud that made me scream, and both Manang Juliet and Ate Glo went by my side. I told them not to move me because I might die. Ate Glo ran to fetch my mother from the Church, who just came back from dropping my little brother to school. I asked Manang to call the ambulance, but I guess she didn't know how to use our phone. My mom got home and well...
There was panic,
And a lot of crying from me.
My mom finally got through an emergency number and the call was received by a not-so-trained call centre agent (at least not in emergency situations). She was patched through Sagip-Buhay
, and she kept on saying that we were mayor's neighbor. I refused to be moved so I was there on the floor while we waited. Soon, our neighbors were with us, Tita Joy from next door who heard me scream from her bathroom, and Tita Vicky, my mom's close friend who worked in the mayor's office. After about 10 or 15 minutes, the ambulance hasn't arrived, and I was still on the floor (wala namang blood or anything, but my back and the back of my head really hurt), so Tita Vicky were trying to make alternative plans with Red Cross people.
Finally, the paramedics arrived. They were clad in orange and very professional, they even knew Tita Vicky, and she was very proud of them as the saviors of the Killer Highway. I bet my case paled in comparison with their daily exposure to bloodbath and concrete. Nevertheless, they treated me promptly and calmly, which are two things that are very difficult to accomplish. They asked me if parts of me hurt before they moved me. They supported my head and neck from moving too much. They attached a C-brace, and put me in a stretcher that splits into half and attaches in the middle (I don't know what it's called). It's very cool. And then they carried me to put me into the stretcher that's like a bed with wheels attached. Soon, I was loaded up in the ambulance and proceeded to our hospital of choice.
It's just so sad that these very prompt efficient rescuers are overworked and underpaid. Their hours are horrible. They do 24-hour shifts and get one day rest and another 24-hour shift. And they only earn PhP8,500 (Around US$200). I'm inclined to wish this was weekly, but there's a possibility that it is monthly. Except for the delay because they were lost (they went to Capitol Hills instead of Capitol Park Homes), they were really very professional and I almost couldn't believe there is this type of professionalism in this country. Still, the overworked, underpaid thing is still very sad especially since they had to pay for their own training at the Philippine General Hospital. But they're very good.
Anyway, I was really chatty in the ambulance and it was really nice seeing everything in a different perspective. I was happy to know that there were actually a lot of trees in Quezon City. Soon, I was pulled into the Surgery Emergency Room of Capitol Medical Center and a throve of hospital staff members rushed to my aid. Attending to me was a surgery resident who looked very doctorly. Since I don't seem to have lost important brain functions, they decided to put me through a series of x-rays.
Then my papa came. He was there a few minutes after we arrived while I was too busy texting away an Organization Fair fiasco back in school. He had a worried look and I'm so glad he was there. The last time I had a "serious" ER emergency, he was the one who literally carried me to the hospital
At the X-ray room, I waited for the radiologist and staff to pump me with tons of radiation to see what was wrong with me. I felt rather alone in the cold steel room, so I just prayed. I guess hospitals and examinations just makes you feel closer to God. They moved me to a different bed, and it was the FIRST TIME I moved in the last two (?) hours, grabe, nahilo talaga ako. Anyway, I was glad that was over and done with.
I was brought back to the Surgery ER and isolated in station 3. My parents told me Carlo's mom kept on calling (my mom called her), and that Carlo was on his way. *flutters* The surgery resident, Dra. Ferrer, came out of nowhere to declare that my X-rays were clean. No fracture in the pelvis, no problem with my back (except I have scoliosis, which we knew of dati pa), and definitely, my head is fine. I told you there's nothing wrong with my head.
Soon, my Lolo Teddy was there! I was really touched. He took a cab to the hospital to make sure I was okay. And then, I needed help to pee, which got me dizzy again, but I refused a bedpan (sorry, TMI). So they brought me to the nearest bathroom with a wheelchair. After I got back from the loo, I decided not to lie back because I realised changing the orientation of my head really just got me dizzy. I indian sat on the hospital bed and continued talking about my experience to my lolo while my dad settled the bill. Finally, my boyfriend was there, and it was like one of those happy moments in your life that you realize that so many people care and love you (Munchauser much?). And even those who aren't expected to love you (i.e., medical staff) show enough care even if you're not exactly dying. I felt like a cat who was rescued by a fireman from a tall shrub. Yes, not even a tree.
The rest of the day was spent watching HBO, The Ugly Truth
, the finalé of I Survived a Japanese Game Show
, and an episode of Game of Thrones
. Carlo was so sleepy but he watched over me when my mom did her motherly chores. He also played the guitar and sang to me, which was really awesome because I had an instant lullaby and a person who woke me up.
Red Ribbon's Dedication Cake
Mom: Well, if you can ask for chocolate cake I'm pretty sure your head's okay already.
Brother: The dedication should have read "Ate Cel, Chuck loves you, but this tastes better than the floor" but the guys at Red Ribbon didn't want to put it.
Today, was also a bum-and-get-better day. Somehow I had to always explain why I wasn't in school so I had a dozen get-well-soon texts (Thanks everyone!). My professor in local governments even asked me if I'm vomiting and if I am, that I should get an MRI. My supervising lawyer told me to get a replacement for my hearing to ask for a postponement, but luckily, since the judge wasn't there, it was reset anyway. All the odds are in my favor. Except for one.
Today is the opening of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part II
. My aunt gave me six tickets for a block screening sponsored by her med school batch. SIX TICKETS. I already invited five friends: Ags and Patrick, the couple that let me third wheel in Harry Potter 6, Bambi and Lou, who completed my trio for Harry Potter 7.1, and Aldous, who was called by one law school professor as Albus. Aldous, Lou and Bambi dropped by awhile ago "to visit me" and to convince me to still go with them when they saw me not bloodied and still capable of laughing. So I consulted with my parents.
Dad: "No, take it easy muna. It might be difficult for you to stay out late." (via text)
Mama: Ikaw... hindi ka nga pumasok.
CK: I'm fine na. See, I'm fine.
Mama: Okay... paalam ka sa tatay mo.
(And then goes on telling my friends how she's always been supportive of my Harry Potter addiction)
I can't help but agree that mom has been supportive. I saw HP 7.1 free because of her (she bought tickets in advance for us and Carlo, and then we even saw Carlo's cousins in the cinema). She funded all my books. She gave the first four on my fourteenth birthday, she lined up at midnight in Oregon for the fifth, she gave me money to buy the sixth and seventh. But the truth is, my co-apprentice Cria is right. When your mom doesn't want to say "no", she'll say "Ask your dad." (Pero sa kanya may kadugtong, when your dad doesn't want to say "no", he'll keep asking questions until she gives up).
Soooo... I'm home now stuck about the worst incident that was a repercussion of the blow in my head. But since we're always about looking at the bright side, I'm going to watch it on Saturday with Carlo anyway. So yay! I should really REALLY stop taking studying time from him, but hey, Harry Potter 7.2 is a worthy exception. I think I'd feel the same even if I had a serious head injury.
To end this entry is the amazing horoscope my parents had yesterday, which they only read after my entire head-hitting-the-floor fiasco. This was published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer, 13 July 2011.
For Mama:VIRGO (Aug. 23 to Sept. 22)
Parents must be vigilant about their children today, because this is an accident-prone day for your kids.
Romantic relationships are rocky as well. Just stay mellow.
For Papa:SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22 to Dec. 21)
This is a tricky, unpredictable day with money and cash flow. Keep your eyes open! You might lose a possession or cash because of carelessness
Me to my dad: But, you didn't lose cash.
Dad: But you had carlessness.
(It was really amazing also how much X-ray costs)