Last Tuesday I brought along some clothes with me so I can sleep in the office instead of going back home since I do have a lot of things to do anyway. After finishing the tasks I have outlined for the day, I went ahead and got my back went down to the 2nd floor and took a shower in the shower room. Immediately after dressing and brushing my teeth, off I went to check out the sleep room in the third floor. No luck, already full despite the fact that it’s only 4pm. So I went up to the fourth floor instead and found a spot there. I could feel my headache going a notch higher already. Now the spot I found is right in the middle of 2 other girls. Unfortunately, both of them are snoring so all my attempts to sleep were apparently futile. It was already past 5pm when I finally decided to just go home. I rang my husband to check if he’s already on his way to the office and if he could find a way to pick me up and drive me home. He told me that he will get stuck in traffic and he wont make it in time for his 9pm shift. So we agreed that I’ll just take a cab.
Before going down to leave, I went back to the 3rd floor to go to the clinic. Sad thing is, they don’t have a medicine to give me to alleviate the pain. I have way too many allergies. I’m allergic to paracetamol, ibuprafen and mefanamic acid. Beat that! Anyway, I told the nurse on duty that half my head felt numb with tension pain and I actually feel nauseous. I was told that if the pain will escalate I will just have to go to the hospital.
I have no intentions of following that since I have a high pain tolerance. That is proven by the fact that I have never been hospitalized my entire life, except of course at the time when I gave birth. So when I got out of the office, I prayed that I get a cab right away. God is indeed good, I hailed a cab once and the cabbie obliged. I told him that I’m going home somewhere in the east. Traffic was horrendous actually, and in between napping, sending SMS and talking to my husband on the phone, I get to check where we are already. Right when we were already past Green Valley Country Club, I felt the pain getting worse. I guess the traffic exacerbated things. Right then and there, I called hubby and told him that I will just ask the cabbie to bring me to the Medical City’s emergency room.
When I got there, hubby was already there. The nurses and doctors were all polite and I was given immediate attention. I was later on asked to lie down on a bed and was asked to gulp several medicines. I was napping in between talking to my husband and the doctors. Good thing that it’s not anything related to the brain as per the neurologist, was just diagnosed with vascular headache. I was prescribed a number of medicines and later on I was happy to be sent home. Drugged and happy, 
doesn’t sound right eh? We got home almost 10pm and as an evidence that I’m too drugged, I woke up at 10am the following morning, I ate, slept again and then I woke up at 2am the next morning. How’s that for a rest? hehe
Oh well, I’m just really grateful that that was the only thing. I’m praying that it’ll be the last time I get to go to a hospital’s emergency room.
