Already 3 weeks,
'when would it stop...?'
Getting heavier and heavier...
Had to change by the hour then..
Caught a nasty fever on Friday too; from blood-loss? Wouldn't doubt it considering my immunity system is low as it is without the blood-loss.
Woke up yesterday feeling faint and pale as a corpse and drenched in blood. Skin was cold as ice, as I was told. Dear Mother was worried, that she was. Dreadfully worried. So she took me to KLCC Twin Towers Clinic to get a referral from the doctor so that I could go see my gynaecologist at the hospital. All the while, feeling faint like I was going to sick. The doctor who gave the referral was shocked and wouldn't stop pointing out how deathly pale I was. It was sort of funny, actually.
But, the walk was a good exercise.
Made me feel moderately better.
But, damn, I was so tired.
Even walking around my house made me tired.
At the hospital, I was told to chug down some beverage to fill my bladder for a scan. So I did. Little did I know, that I had to wait for a bloody hour and a half with a damn full bladder in the damned waiting room.
Sometime during the wait, the nurse called me up to measure my height and weight. I found out I lost 5kg. From blood-loss or lack of appetite caused from all the blood-loss? Don't know.
"Are you single?"
I stared at the nurse.
'Did she just asked me if I was single?' She repeated the question when I failed to answer. So I told her I was. Thinking back, I should've said I was happily married with 3 kids and am now expecting twins. A friend told me I should've told her I was lesbian and was taken to see what the expression on her face would be.
Thinking back, I pretty much figure why she asked me that.
I went to see a damn gynaecologist.
Everyone who sees one are either pregnant or think they are.
Guess its weird that a 17-year old was waiting to see a gynaecologist.
Anyway, after the scan, the doctor told me that I was fine, its just my hormones going haywire once more... then gave me some
progesterone pills.
The irony of everything?
Upon returning home, I discovered the bleeding had lessen.
Meaning my trip to the hospital had been a waste of time.
And I had wasted a whole damned day.
Unless I have a relapse... and I don't want that.