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07 March 2010

First Time Faint

In my 25 years of existence, today was the first time I ever fainted.  Ever.

It was scary.  Well, not really. I got scared for my chikitings.
I didn't have my own yaya--she was on a day-off.

Straight from my 7-11am work, I went with my family to Megamall since my niece had to go to the dentist.  We never go to Megamall--too far, too crowded, not my ideal place.  But just for the sake of fun, I went with them.  We were dropped off in that area across San Miguel property, that part between the mall entrance and the grocery. 

Monica went down ahead of me.  Mateo being the kulit boy that he was, refused to let me go out first without him.  So as what we always do, I carry him while I go down from a pretty high SUV.  On the way down, I bumped my right knee on that part of the vehicle where it is curved right on top of the tire wheel.

It was a strong one and I felt I was gonna pee and I buried my face on the seat out of pain.  I couldn't comfort my knee so well since I was carrying Mateo and the other yayas were busy taking down the strollers and holding the other kids.

Pressured by the traffic that we might be causing and the other two kids still at the rear seat, I forced myself to stand straight and tried to ignore the pain that made me really weak.

While carrying Mateo, I settled Monica on the stroller and buckled her seatbelt.  When I started to push her, still in the same area, it was a challenge.  Maclarens are light and I can push it single-handedly.  Something was wrong with me.

The longer I tried to stand up and push the stroller with Mateo on my other arm, the harder it was for me.  I felt like my heart wasn't pumping enough oxygen.  It was HARD for me to breathe.  I didn't really feel dizzy.  But I was getting worried for myself.

Now, I'm never really the type who babies pain and sickness, I always make it sure to fight it sometimes to the point of maxing myself out bordering to feeling invincible.   When I gave birth (both) via C-section, 3 weeks after, I was jumping to shed off the ugly excess pounds.

But I was feeling too weak already, I stopped and called one of the yayas and I leaned on her.  Then all of a sudden, I felt myself drop my weight on her but I knew I was conscious.

Take note that I only walked a few steps away from the vehicle.  Like 8 steps away.

Fighting it, I was holding on to Monica's ponytail holder coz I was thinking I had to fix her hair.  But it was getting harder and harder for me to fight it.

In an instant, I let myself go and stood there unconscious (as told to me by my family).  The whole time, I felt like I was moving REALLY fast, like riding in an ambulance, I saw images moving past me.  No, I'm not over reacting.

It felt like it's been a long time, I felt I was being guided to sit then I heard my babies cry.  Forced my eyes to open to find them.  But I couldn't.  I heard my mom say
"Yung bag, yung bag. Istorbo yung bag." 
Then the guards say
"san nyo po gusto, ospital o clinic?" 
Heard my sister say,
"ospital na."
I knew I said
"ayoko." 

The moment I was unconscious up to the time with the guards happened in under 2 minutes.

Then I heard more of my babies' cries still with my eyes closed and unable to move.  I was FIGHTING it again.  I was forcing myself to stand up.

I felt me move, they were carrying me while I was sitting on a chair.

Then we stopped, one guard left saying he just ate and didn't want to help in carrying me.  I wanted so much to grunt on him. 

As I was being carried (NOT wheeled, weird), I saw we were going down a flight of stairs.

WOW!!! I wanted to stand up and and just walk.  Bahala na if I will be hanging on to the railings, I couldn't imagine myself falling off my chair and roll down the staircase.  Wow talaga.

Once we got to the MAJOR basement of SM, I was already slowly springing back to consciouness but still unable to move.  They brought me to the bed.

A good 3 minutes and I was back to myself.

But my hands, my hands! I couldn't move them!  I looked at them and they looked like an epileptic's hands, like that who had a stroke.  I swear!

I checked my feet, I can move them.  Then I thought of the kids, forced myself to sit up and psyched my hands to move.

The nurses didn't want to let me go.  But I knew I felt better.

So I walked out of that clinic with my sister and bumped into the rest of the group looking for the clinic.

2 comments:

Vannie said...

first and last time i fainted, well almost fainted because i was given immediate assistance, my vision was all white na. It happened in robinsons galleria, almost christmas. Don't know about you but i find galleria more unpleasant than mega. Remember the aircon issue? He he he.

Vannie said...

first and last time i fainted, well almost fainted because i was given immediate assistance, my vision was all white na. It happened in robinsons galleria, almost christmas. Don't know about you but i find galleria more unpleasant than mega. Remember the aircon issue? He he he.