I woke up the next morning. It was Friday (21 Mar). Dr Usha came early to see me and asked what happened to me ? I told her all the things, she said she was also surprised as I was only having a normal Influenza. By that time, my headache started to resurface again. But since I was having so severe headache, she would asked a Neurologist, Dr Richard to come visit me.
Before lunch time, Dr Richard Chua came. He asked me about my headache conditions, I told him what was happening to me. He then said he would do a Magnetic Resonance Imaging or MRI to see what happened in my brain. Then, a nurse came and asked me to sit on a wheel chair and brought me to Radiology Center whereby I was asked to change my attire. Another nurse then helped me to go into the MRI room and asked me to lie down on the MRI bed and gave me an earphone as the sound would be very loud. I asked how long the process took ? She said about 20 minutes. She gave me a panic button to hold on my hand and informed me if anything happened, I could press the button and they would come to see me. She then used a white color structure to put onto my head so that my head could not move around during the MRI process.
When the table transferred me into the scanner, I was very scared. Immediately, I pressed the panic button twice. The table moved out and nurses came to asked me why ? I told them I was very scared to go inside the tube as the space was very compact. One of the nurses asked was it a phobia, I said yes. She then tried to calm me down and said it should not be any problem when I was in the tube. And she would split the process into 5 minutes for 3 times. But I insisted that I was afraid to go inside the scanner and asked whether they could give me injection so that I could sleep while doing the MRI. The nurses said they needed to consult with Doctor first. They came back later said the MRI scan has to cancel since I was afraid of going into the scanner.
I found out later that there is a word to describe such fear. It is called claustrophobic. Quoted from a website ....."Claustrophobia is an anxiety disorder. An afflicted person has symptoms of anxiety that are triggered by being in a confined space, or the thought of it. The sufferer dreads not being able to breathe properly, running out of oxygen, along with distress at being restricted.
It is not necessarily the small spaces that trigger the anxiety but the fear of what can happen to the person if confined to that area, hence the fear of running out of oxygen.
Some medical devices, such as MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) scanners are also an example of small spaces that could trigger anxiety.
I was transferred back to my room. Dr Richard came later to find out what happened. I told him that I would rather put to sleep if I must do the MRI. He then suggested me to do the CT Scan and the space of this scanner was bigger, I should be able to do it.
After lunch, I went for this CT scan, I was a bit afraid when I saw this scanner but the medical officer told me it only took about 5 minutes. Having a sceptical feeling, I then told myself I have to do it in order to find out what happened in my brain that caused me the severe pain. I did it, finally.
They report came out in the afternoon and Dr Richard said nothing was found in the brain, everything was okay. I was relief.
My pain slowly disappeared since taking a few medicines to consume this morning. Dr Usha came in the evening and explained to me that my blood test report showed no abnormality. I could be having meningism. The only way to recover is to take medicines. At night, I was able to sleep well.
The next morning (Saturday). Dr Usha came very early to see how was my condition and later she said I could be discharged if my condition stabled. I told her I felt much better. She said she did not want to see me back in the hospital.
Finally, I was discharged in the afternoon. At last......home sweet home !
During my stayed in the hospital, I received news that my colleagues wanted to come and visit me but I had informed that I did not want to trouble anyone as they were busy with works and have to spend time with family members. They also contributed to a fund to buy things for me, although I told them no, but....
I must also thanks Dr Usha for her friendly and caring advice and services when I was her patient in the hospital.
I am thankful that I recovered fully from my illness. It must be the strength given to me from my two lovely angels that I told myself I must win the batter against those little devils so that I could be with them.
The lesson that I learned from my illness is that no one will knows what happens tomorrow, things are very unpredictable. Therefore, we must spend more quality time with our family or the one that we love very much. Cherish and value every single moments that we have. Do good things to others and more importantly, take good care of our own health. I always believe that if we really love our family and children, we must have a very good health in order to take care of them !
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