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Muñoz, Eva Pamela L.
Theology (A-121)
One of them happened way back in 2016, I was diagnosed with Dengue.
Only a week after my older brother was discharged from the same hospital. I can
clearly remember that it was just the beginning of classes back then. First week
of classes passed by so fast, everything seemed normal except for the consistent
headaches that I have been withholding all week-long.
Then, second week came. I couldn’t take the pain anymore, and so, I told
my parents about it. And they told me that maybe I, too, had dengue that time.
My mother had me checked up the following day then the next day, and then the
next and the day after that. They assessed my general condition and the
changes of the cell counts in the blood tests. After having a confirmation of
dengue since my symptoms included nausea with persistent vomiting because of
over-eating, pounding headaches that last all day every day for 1 straight week,
cold chills, and severe muscle pain all over my body. The doctor suggested that I
should immediately be hospitalized. And so I was. I spent days in my hospital
room. During my stay in the hospital, the doctor and the nurse/s took care of me.
They’ve recommended to rest, drink, or eat as much as I want and to be cautious
for any possible bleeding. They monitor my condition 24/7, with repeated
measure of my pulse, blood pressure and get my blood checked 3 times a day.
They also said that if my platelet count went down, they will have to do a blood
transfusion which can put me at risk of complications. Days went by before me,
monitoring here and there. Then one day, as I woke up, the doctor knocked then
came in to the room then told me and my mother that my platelet count has been
gradually decreasing and if it continues to go like that till the next day, I will need
to undergo a blood transfusion on the same day. As soon as the doctor left, my
mother went out to call my father to tell him what the doctor told us. Of course I
panicked, who wouldn’t, right? But panicking does nothing. So I prayed to the
Lord. I prayed to Him to take all the fear, dread, worries, pain, and everything
else that is connected to my condition all away.
The next day, I got up from bed, went to the restroom and did my thing.
Before flushing, I noticed blood on the toilet bowl. And I knew that it was the 1 st
day of my period. I told my mother. She told the nurse. The nurse told the doctor.
Then the doctor did her tests and etc., and after she took my blood to test it to
see if my platelet count decreased or increased. I repeated all my prayers. We
waited for hours with the door left open, waiting for the doctor to tell us the
results. Then, she came. With a smile plastered on her face. Seeing her smile
was the moment that felt like God granted my prayers. Without the doctor in need
of saying anything, we knew what she was going to tell us. And our guess was
right. My platelet count increased. The doctor told us that me having my period
on that day was really miraculous and she hopes that it will continue to increase
like that for the next days. I thanked the Lord, with a happy and grateful heart.
After a few more days in the hospital, the doctor told us that I was doing
good and that I showed consistent signs of recovery. I began to regain my
appetite, feel much better, and had no fever for 24 hours and lab tests were
much improving. And with that, the doctor discharged me from the hospital.