Have you tried putting a tube into your mouth, through your throat and into your stomach?
It was a sucky day. Early in the morning I heard Shep wasn't pleased that Rajoo had signed my off pass for the previous day and the problem was he did it in his own account, moreover, she wasn't around so often. I didn't know what the big fuss is about. Almost everyone seemed to be able to communicate with me and understand me a little, except for her.
I tried to get 007 to sign my off pass since Shep wasn't around, but he insisted me to wait. I explained that I needed to go home to get changed first, therefore needed to leave earlier, but he wasn't compassionate at all. After an awkward scene, I finally went back to Rajoo to sign it.
I went to the new medical officer finally to update my status. After explaining all my pains and showing him my x-ray films, he refused to give me any medical status. He only would do something if the specialist had said anything. Therefore, I had to go for the upcoming range. When I asked him for some cough syrup for my more than three months of coughing, he didn't ask anything about it. I asked the medic if I could find out if I were on the waiting list for downgrade as promised by Captain Kenneth, he said this ORDed guy bullshitted to everyone a few months ago.
At least, I got to go home in time, met up with my mum and left for the hospital. I was weak all over since I hadn't taken any food since midnight. After registering at the counter, I dozed off for a while on the sofa. It was around forty-five minutes later; I went in for the challenge.
There were four persons inside the room. The first thing I asked for was a blanket. I tried to find out everything, the procedure and my after condition, which made me sound like a coward. It didn't matter, as long as I went on with it. Something was sprayed into my throat to numb it and then my worst fear, the needle, went into the back of my right palm. They stuffed something into my mouth and it began.
My view was somehow blocked by one of their hands but I knew the tube was going in. It wasn't long before I could feel something inside my stomach. Occasionally I felt like vomiting but they tried to calm me down. Soon, it ended. They took the equipments off my body, including the pressure checker on my thumb and the needle.
I was pushed to the resting area but soon, one of the nurses told me to give up my bed. I sat on the floor to put on my shoes, having the same feeling as when I was drunk. I had some biscuits and tasteless Milo which burnt my tongue. Next was some conversation with a few friendly middle aged nurses and an auntie waiting outside for her relative. I had to pay four bucks for warding.
Usually, people would advise you to endure hardship. Being told the same tale, I persisted on foolishly.
It has come to a point of endurance that every pain has emerged as part of my life, that I'm so used to them to take notice sometimes. My fingers, right arm, back, knees, feet, right toe and the occasionally gastric attack have become my friends, just like those selfish ones who would cause misery to my life.
Being questioned, I realised I haven't been taking note of my gastric pain. All I know is that the pain is there, but not sure if it's a needle poking or burning sensation pain. There shouldn't be a second fool like me in this world, I suppose.
Same goes for other injuries and illness, I can't describe well until after sever visits to the same doctor or physiotherapist. It may sound ridiculous to anyone, especially those who have to attend to my problems, but I'm just so useless.
I've immured to little pain that usually I wouldn't give a damn. Therefore, I'm still continuing with some exercises that usually land me with aching. This endurance has caused numbness on me that I'm unable to determine the level of hurtfulness properly.
Anyway, the doctor has decided to do an Oesophao Gastro Duodenoscope (OGD) on me. It's a specialised examination that allows him to look inside my upper digestive tract using an endoscope. An endoscope is a long, thin and flexible tube with a video camera attached to one and controls at the other end.
I should be safe since I've only one out of ten thousands chance of having ulcers; I'm not that unlucky yet. However, I hope minor problems can be detected, so that the doctor knows what to do, instead of finding no problem and yet I keep having the gastric pain. It's just like the case for my knee caps.
OGD sounds so cool that I'd be injected to put to sleep and injected again to regain conscious. It's just that the tube going down my throat sounds disgusting and I'm afraid of needle.
