First-time Experience...

ok, I'm awake now...so might as well...

I wasn't gonna blog about this yet (well, i just had the draft saved), but i don't feel like sleeping anymore. Not yet at least

So It was all very sudden today. 9:15am in the morning, i went to see the doctor because i had a booked appointment (nothing too special). Originally, this appointment was suppose to discuss about some issues/problems I've been noticing for a long time. If you really wanna know, it was speech problems. I've always had trouble speaking and My dad also agreed to it. So we just gave it a try to see if anything was the cause of it. Well, this was the main purpose of going there. And there was also this one small thing (well, i thought it was small) that i started experiencing yesterday afternoon. I had these on-and-off chest pains that kept re-occuring whenever i did any active body movement (e.g. jump, run, anything that moves my central body). I first re-experienced this pain again after only jogging for like...a min...in the cold. I was jogging from basically my house to church, I had broken down. Even then, I didn't think it was too much.

So all this, i explained when i got there to the doctor.

The doctor gave 2 advices to me:
- go see a neurologist
- go get an x-ray scan

For some reason, I only got the x-ray scan today, cuse i think it was convenient or something.

So got there, scanned, did what i needed to do. waited...

And finally, X-ray results: I was suffering from "Pneumothorax", a hole in my left lung, which in turn caused my lung to shrivel up, and be short of breathe. IT's funny how i didn't notice it, but i was having trouble breathing. I wasn't even taking in enough oxygen.

Before i knew it, I was on the hospital bed. I was calm. But i don't believe i would have been if i did not take the actions i did.

The action being:
- knowing that: God knows what's best for me
- Be rest and reassured (in Standard first aid, that's how we're trained, never panic)

So here i am now, quite well and alive...for now, haha.

My understanding of the surgery is that they cut a hole in the left side of my ribs, and stuck a tube inside in order to feed it to the hole of the lung.

So right now, i just have a tube sticking out of me to promote recovery of that hole.

The surgeon explained to me it was like a tire leaking air out. My lung was the tire, and it's leaking.

I rmb when i was in there, I was praying that it'd be God's hands. I mean, i didn't care what happened (and maybe a part of me actually did). But that the best would happen...between me and God.

apparently, this condition happens to tall, skinny people...OH, that are BOYs. And it's common, and it's genetics. I got it from my mother. She's tall & skinny, except she's a woman.

Thank God again, that it was such great coincidence for the appointment to be the day after my "severe problem".

But i ALSo realized, that right now, since I'm taking standard first aid, i won't be able to take the exam, because "no strenuous movement of the body" says the nurse. I can still eat, and still go places...but you will not be doing ANY thing active.

Right now, it hurts a little bit when i type. It does require my hands to be active, but it doesn't matter, I can't sleep right now. I need to do something. And another thing is, I don't think my dad's really proud of me writing all this stuff out because...he just doesn't like how everybody can read it. But, i do it cuse i wanna share, and give a little update on how I'm doing with all you bros and sis out there.

--//I'm suppose to serve on Sunday worship, and have practice tomorrow (sat), but i guess that;s not happening. I think everything's been explained and cleared. I'm pretty handicapped right now, but God is has been merciful, and has given me grace.

Oh, yea, I have what they called "Pneumothorax"

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