Mortality has a way of creeping up on you.
The past week we have been overwhelmed with emotions during the death, wake and funeral of our beloved President Cory Aquino. An icon of democracy, spirituality, succumbing to painful cancer, but whose death has united the fractious Filipinos.
Then the sad news of a dear colleague suddenly being afflicted by aneurysm, and later, the more tragic murder of another colleague in his post abroad. Life is precious...
Personally, the realization is more subtle.
While I shed copious tears during the wake and funeral of Tita Cory, I also shed buckets of sweat. Turns out that I have indeed reached a woman's milestone -- the infamous hot flashes. Imagine, staying on a four-hour queue way past midnight, being buffeted by intermittent monsoon rains, and sweating. No wonder I couldn't get good sleep lately, tossing and turning, feeling hot on cold stormy nights.
Talking of sleep, my recently acquired wordgames in my new cellphone has kept me awake. I can boast that I have reached Text Twist Genius Level, having completed more than 5,000 words and reaching Level 158 and still at it. Triumph achieved at the price of a good night's rest, foregone noonday naps, and lost commuting nods.
Then this morning, during a much awaited respite from work, while enduring a monotonous session on reproductive health, it finally happened.
First was the tingling sensation on my left arm, like having pins on my sides, gradually centering on my chest. Then feeling spaced out, I suddenly stopped gabbing with my long-lost but recently promoted friend.
My mind went into overdrive, as my consciousness became garbled.
A heart attack?! Suddenly all those emails, articles, tips came rushing in.
A menopausal woman, recently gained 10 pounds, now more sedentary....
I'm too young to .....
Good thing I was with a group with so many doctors in attendance in a Department of Health facility. The gracious funny lady anesthesiologist-turned family planning advocate from Valenzuela took me aside. I knew the look in her eyes, but still she regaled me with inanities, forcing me to laugh: No wonder I was stressed I had no sex life !
170/110!!!!
OMG! No wonder I was spaced out. Shoo! get out of this venue, go to a hospital.
Good thing I had our office driver and another staff with me. Off to the nearest hospital.
At the hospital, I was so fortunate that there were no other patients and was spared the sight of gory traffic accident victims or tragic heart attack cases. The emergency room was clear and doctors were available. They gave me the works: BP, ECG, and the Catapres under my tongue. Finally 130/80.
Ma'am, we recommend you be confined, and there is something in your ECG.
Confined?! Just to wait for a doctor doing the rounds? But the real concern was that our Health Insurance Provider's account was suspended by the hospital. And anyway my house is a virtual hospital with state-of-the-art gadgets: oxygen tanks, nebulizers, electronic bp thingies courtesy of my dad and mom.
Good thing there was an available cardiologist who took me in, so I can go out, out-patient, that is. Great and competent doctor, got my history pat, gave me medicines and a long list of tests. And a a result of the medical representatives swarming in the anteroom, I was gifted with samples of my medicines and a discount card.
Hmmmm, welcome to the world of maintenance medicines.
Reaching home I realized my marketing habits must be rehabilitated as I sought low-fat food before before I could take my first dose. And I had to be reminded that the bed was for sleeping, not for internet surfing.
And now this is where experience has its rewards. Both my 78-year old Dad and 75-year old Mom had so much wisdom to impart. It was so cute and quaint, that it was my Dad teaching me how to use his nifty blood pressure machine.
87/62...91/65...90/60... Is this machine broken?
150/100..145/100...that's my dad's readings
It turns out I have to watch the meds -- my bp fell with even a small dose.
In the end, the doctor's orders are : stay out of work, get some sleep, and don't take the meds (too much).
Thanks Doc!