Well, not very long this time. Just 7 days of MC from the day I was warded in Pantai Medical Centre, Bangsar.
Warded, did I say?
Sorry, getting a tad ahead of myself.
This is how it happened.
I was having breakfast with some of the mommies from Khadra's school at Pekan Kopitiam. A joint that was very near to the school. I actually was not very keen on going since I was experiencing "tummy upsets" since the night before. "Upset" here, actually refers to pains in the tummy without the urge to go to the toilet. Gassy, cramping - enough to make you cringe and just wanna curl up in bed with a pillow firmly pressed on your stomach. That kind of "upset".
So, back to my story. ( Suddenly having an eerie feeling that this narration is a little bit like How I Met Your Mother. Hahaha. Influenced by @azrulx lah ni)
We were about to leave when suddenly I realized there was a small puddle of blood on the Kopitiam floor.
And on my seat.
A little check on my hiney revealed that I had a bloody spot on my baju kurung too. (mind you, we are talking about 2 layers of kain and 2 layers of baju here - both had lining)
Panic set in.
I told my breakfast buddies about it and they were very quick to respond.
A little convo exchanged on whether I have had my menses yet since my last D&C procedure on 18 August 2010, to which I replied a No. We decided that it was best to send me to the hospital right away to have this checked. Ziezi thought it would be a better idea to send me straight to Dr. Hamid Arshad's clinic that happened to be some 50meters away from where we were. Fiza took of her cardigan for me to wrap around my waist. Melor was beside me already memimpin me to walk. All the time I was literally dripping blood trails and my head was slightly woozy already.
Nasib baik the clinic was already opened by then and the good doctor had surgery thst morning. So the place was not its usual packed self. Me and my entourage waited by the registration counter in the lobby. It was pretty gruesome - I could physically feel the gush of blood coming out in batches. They had to put a liner on the stoll I was sitting on as well as under my feet. There were just sooo much blood. Rasa macam telenovela pulak. Punyalah drama. :( A few phone calls ensued - packing my stuff at the office, getting some items from home to change into seeing that my panties and my baju were drenched in my own blood, getting all the said stuff over. (Thank God for Saufi)
Anyhoots, the doctor suspected that I was pregnant - very early pregnancy lah coz the ultrasound image showed there was a sac of blood in my uterus. Another D&C procedure was scheduled that evening. Myself? Entahlah. I felt numb. Takda perasaan. It ran on auto-pilot right after. Getting myself checked into the hospital, yadda..yadda..yadda..
Fact is, I've had 2 D&C procedures in 2 months. Wow! That is some kind of record in the Zaghlol clan. Thing is it can not be good for the body, can it? Bottom line is I have to start taking better care of myself. *Sigh*
So, that's my update. How have life been treating you this past couple of months?
-dillz blogging out-
