First full day in the hospital and thank God its about to end.
It started with me waking up and almost kicking some random person as they tugged on my pants. Turns out it was just the nurse trying to give me an injection of medicine in my tush. My day started at 7am and was followed by a disappointing breakfast, consisting of rice, soup and kimchi. Actually, it was like that for all my meals and anyone who knows me knows I don't do white rice, or only three meals for that matter. Thankfully these nurses here are treating me like I am some kind of rock star and, after teching a couple of them how to properly give a good jab and hook, they let me "escape" for a good hour. Ran home -- well limped like a war amp is more like it -- and cooked up a storm. Calli Lilly took Mi Nam out for a walk so that I could shower and prepare my food. Returned to the hospital with a whack of food.
Hardboiled eggs, nonfat yogurt, homemade almond butter, frozen bananas and a frozen persimmon, tuna curry, cooked broccoli, cut-up cucumbers, cooked brown rice, and one protein shake.
This should do me for one day... maybe.
Today I had many visitors. One of my sister-in-laws surprised me with a much-needed coffee, tooth paste, slippers and other goodies. I was happy to see the coffee but it was the toothpaste I liked most. This morning I had sadly resorted to brushing my teeth with a bar of soap scrapped onto my toothbrush... and yes, it tasted as nasty as it sounds. Nasty pine-scent soap tasted more like rubbing alchol and javex.
Anyways... Calli Lilly dropped by, as did Mouse Doctor and his girlfriend Cheeto Girl. They worked their magic on the nurses and so I scored dinner out at one of my favorite restaurants.... sweeeeet!!! Panty Boy dropped by, bearing gifts of various panties. I guess Korean moms are like my mom in that she's always telling me to wear clean undies just in case I ever got in an accident...hahaha. Panty Boy is a big mama's boy... hahaha.
The evening nurse for tonight is super cool. We sat together on my bed gabbing away about the doctors here. I told her I could put in a good word for her with the one shorter doctor... he's a keeper and at this moment anyone who tells me I should have just punched that taxi driver is sure to jump in my good books. Anyways, later in the evening my favorite nurse was MIA and I was desparately needing her help. I couldn't get mad at her though, she was just too sweet to me. What had happened was my IV had gone dry and by the time I noticed it the IV tube and part of the bag had started to fill up with my blood. The two other women in my room (one around my age and the other 68) had a bit of a freak-out at the sight. We rang for the nurse and ran out into the halls but couldn't find her, so I suggested I rip out the IV needle myself. I would have too had she not suddenly shown up.
Today I started treatment for my leg. Not too sure on what to call it but it feels kind of like shock treatment. They hook me up to a machine that send electric currents to my leg muscles... rather uncomfortable. The doctor on duty today says I have to stay a full week but I am hoping he says different on Saturday when he makes an offical decision. Now I have the fun task tomorrow of calling up all my tutoring gigs, explaining my situation and then getting them to fax the details and salary of my job, and calling up my sponsors who give me weekly payouts.... dang, not fun.
Still have no Internet beyond my Optimus cellphone but I managed to get some emailing done today... I've got way too much time on my hands. Got a lot of Korean studying done as well today and typed up worksheets and enough handouts for one of tutoring gigs to last me for the next two months.
Tomorrow will be day two and I am hoping it will be greeted with a good night's sleep and not a sudden and unexpected needle-in-the-bum wake up call like today.
As the story has it, one day I headed to the opposite side of the globe – the Flipside. I arrived in Korea February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d do a year, then leave. I was wrong. I stayed, launched my first company, Flipside Fitness, and then opened Korea's largest boxing club, Hulk's Boxing (now called Hulk's Club).
After 11.5yrs in Korea, I then picked up one day and returned to Toronto, Canada. But then I left again.
Now I live in the Philippines where I am the CEO and head coach of Empowered Clubhouse, the Philippines' first and only boxing clubhouse exclusively just for women. I also am the founder of the Lil' Sistas Project, CEO and designer of Slay Gear and Baa Baa Black Sheep .Ph.
5 comments:
Honestly, that's pretty ridiculous. Why are you staying at the hospital at all, when it's obvious that you don't need it? Wouldn't make more sense to sleep at home and then visit the hospital for treatment? Why are you agreeing to sleeping there?
Hi Anonymous,
Oh I couldn't agree with you more! I'm not sure if it's cause it' s a Korean thing or what but the taxi driver's insurance company is also insisting I stay. Due to me having been on a scooter, they're worried that I'll come back later and claim to be hurt... costing them more money. They want me to get the big OK from my doctor.
So as for me agreeing, that is one thing I never did. I managed to sneak out yesterday with my nurse's help and then today I snuck out around 5am to go feed my dog. I live literally a stone-throw away.
They can't keep you there if you say you want to go. They might insist, but ultimately, you can sign your own discharge and go. I don't understand why you're staying at all. Is it because this way you don't have to be home alone?
Hi Anonymous,
Stay at a hospital because I don't want to be home alone?! Oh gosh... do you hear yourself? Hahaha. Trust me, that's so not it.
It's not being home alone that I don't like, it's being home without Snickers.
I stayed cause unless I wanted to walk out PENNYLESS from the accident it's what I needed to do. I went to the hospital after an accident on a scooter I have no license or insurance with a taxi driver who's got quite the powerhouse insurance company and taxi union backing him.
Sure they can't keep me, I know that, but the hospital also doesn't deligate what the insurance man decides to give me.
Hmmm... I didn't mean the home alone comment as an insult. I meant, you're hurt, so maybe you don't want to be home alone.
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