ABOUT LAST NIGHT
Last night, for the first time in a long time, I felt like a real adult.
That must sound crazy, coming from a 35-year old. But really, I always lived like an overgrown teenager, knowing there was some older guy to take care of me.
Now I know what it’s like to have to take care of myself.
At 2 am last night, I still couldn’t sleep. Which is normal most days. But this time, something was very wrong. I couldn’t sleep because I was scratching my legs, my ankles, my ears, my neck so hard I almost scratched the skin off. My eyes had shrunk into little slits. My face was red and swollen.
I felt like one giant, burning itch.
I took the most powerful anti-histamine I know of, but it didn’t work. There were red patches all over my body, growing bigger every minute. And I knew that very soon I would have a hard time breathing.
So I calmly packed my bag with all my IDs and a book and ipod and change of clothes and took myself to the Emergency Room.
The ER guards wanted to send me in on a wheelchair but I found that too funny. Faced with the nurse on duty, I filled up a form and answered tedious questions without any hysteria, questions the person who accompanied a patient would normally answer.
The ER doctor took one look at me and immediately had me injected with an anti-histamine full of steroids. Extreme allergic reaction, he said. I thought I could go home after that but he said I wouldn’t be able to walk straight. True enough, the injection packed a punch. I felt like a wall of bricks had fallen on me. I landed on one of the rolling ER cots.
Woke up hours later in the same spot, with the sun shining on my face. I felt lost and gritty and uncomfortable with my jeans and shirt on … like the feeling you get when you wake up in a ratty little motel bed with cheap sheets and a guy you barely know … at the end of a night you sort of regret happening. Haha. ( At sa mga kunwaring hindi maka-relate, magpakatotoo kayo! 
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But the giant itch had subsided for the most part … enough for me to get to work by 10 am to face another long day … without bothering anyone … and as if nothing had happened.
What caused it, do you know? Take care of yourself now. We don’t want to read any horror stories on your blog!
no idea kuya. all i ate that night was a melon and watermelon shake … but maybe some weird insect got blended into it!
hay. ingat lagi. sana tinawagan mo ako. para merong nagpapanic sa paligid. para cute. tsk.
ahehe, pag stroke o heart attack na, baka dun kita guluhin. ngek.
“Extreme allergic reaction to being alone” yan, mare. Hanging out in the coffee shop in the wee hours of the morning is not doing you any good. We better find you a partner fast! =) Dinner tayo soon k.
Hahaha! Seeya soon Gilds!
Am actually thriving alone. Not having to compromise, not having to ask anyone’s permission, not having to consider anyone else’s welfare before making a decision. It’s empowering! I could get very, very used to it!