It started yesterday when my office mates and I ate some coconut macaroons I bought from the market. It was good. Really good that I ate a lot of it actually. Since they're still a lot, I managed to bring it home with me from work. I started eating like frenzy and never cared about anything and hit the sack immediately.
But I woke up late at night maybe at 10:00PM and I felt that there was something wrong with my stomach. I had the urged to defecate so I went inside the bathroom immediately. I went back again and slept. But it happened again at 10:30 PM, and 11:00 PM and then at 12:00MN. So basically, I defecated every 30 minutes which is too much for a twice-a-day usual schedule that I normally have. As I've learned in College that when you exceed 2-3 defecations per day, you might be suffering from diarrhea.
Diarrhea? Maybe. Amoebiasis? I hope not.
Last December 2009, I nearly cannot get out of the Hospital and celebrate New Year's Eve at home because I'm diagnosed with Amoebiasis - a disease caused by a Protozoa. It practically lives inside your body and once you have it, it will be there but dormant, waiting for you to get ill again. I've been admitted inside for 3 days and my stool is not very good according to the laboratory results. I am afraid my condition last time recurred today.
I woke up at 6:30 in the morning and went downstairs for breakfast. However, they all left leaving me alone with two sausages and a sunny-side-up egg on the table. I ate and get dressed before my uncle comes and pick me up to work. I managed to get ready early so I had ample of time to turn on the TV. Then, it happened again. THE URGE. But I didn't bother it. Then, I started to feel a discomfort inside my tummy on the way to work. I had doubts of telling my Uncle to go back home but alas, I was already outside the office so I don't have a choice. The discomfort then turned into pain which really makes me not to focus my work(still even when no pain, I still can't focus. just an excuse. hehe). I asked my office mates if they experienced gastric pain and all but they don't know the word gastric so I let them be.
At 10 today, I had the URGE again so I made it to the bathroom and did my thing again. At 12:00 noon, I had it again. I can't take it anymore so I filed a sick leave - undertime. Even though there were still a lot of things to do, I don't care doing it today. I hurriedly rushed towards the exit gate and hailed a taxi going back home. I went back home hoping rest will cure this. I hope it's not Amoebiasis.
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