Hospitalisation

• 15 July 2008 at 01:02
• Diary

That night, I twitted I had a tummyache. Nobody believed me! I got up around 3am to get some water and halfway through, I felt very strange... I puked blood and I fainted. A few minutes later, I woke up and it was coming again. I ran to the toilets and did an "extreme makeover" in red, all over the loo! That time, when I woke up, I understood something was wrong and that I had to call an ambulance. But I wasn't really up for it...

My instinct has been to run to Ada's room and to knock on her door very loudly while screaming for help. She rushed to the door although she was naked, but it was okay because I had lost my sight. When her boyfriend Peter saw what I did to the toilets, he hurried to call an ambulance while I was getting back to life by leaning my head forward and breathing some fresh air at the window.

The ambulance people arrived, took the time to ask 10000 times the same questions and took me to the hospital. The doctors were anxious because they knew I was losing my blood but they didn't know where it was coming from. They gave me two blood units, put a catheter into my penis (THIS IS AWFUL!) and did a quick backpassage exam. One of the doctors introduced himself and said:

• The doctor. Do you wanna call your parents?
• Moi. No, I don't want them to worry for nothing.
• The doctor. You know... you're not well.

I wasn't scared: I must have lost so much blood that adrenalin probably couldn't go through my veins anymore! I looked at the light on the ceiling and I thought: "25 years... it went so fast!". I asked Ada to call my parents and I talked a bit with my mother: "Yeah, yeah, everything is cool, they are giving me a second blood unit." They took me to the intensive care department. A sexy practician with Greek roots put a canular into my arm, I couldn't help but hit on him!

They did a gastrocopy to check what was going on down there. The doctor asked whether I wanted sedation, I asked for his opinion, he recommended to do without. So I did without. BIG MISTAKE! I had the feeling I was endlessly puking. Besides, they didnt find anything.

I spent one day in intensive care. The following day, they transferred me and my parents came and spent two days in London. Nice mothers' day! I took advantage of it to really get into the makeover of my blog. I passed several exams, they said I could have AIDS, which scared the shit out of me but the results were negative. In the end, they did another gastroscopie (this time I asked for sedation!) and they discovered two ulcers in my duodenum. They destroyed them and I could leave, with a treatment and the order not to drink any alcohol, orange juice or eat any spicy food "for some time".

So, well, I had to stop my diet and going to the gym. I took all my weight back! I'm going back next week.

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