First Post and my first experience back when I was diagnosed with HSP

Huh, never thought I would have a blog of my own. Well, here I am having my first blog. I've got so many things on my mind and am in need of a place to let some of it out. Some will just stay in me. Safe. Heh. AAaand, I have no idea where or what to start on.

First off, the blog is because, well, if you're reading this is because I either brought you here or someone gave you a link or stumble upon because I don't plan to let many people read this. Please respect that. Because these are my thoughts, my feelings and my take on things. And also, people know that I am not good at letting people know how I feel on things. Plus my spoken english is total crap compared to my written/typed english. And don't get offended by language use. It's how I am.

The thing I have currently on my mind is my sickness. I mean, why? Why did I get it? I was happy and healthy for the last, what, 16 years till I got it in um...2005? Many people don't know I'm sick and when I tell them I am not THAT healthy, they gave me a skeptic look. So much for don't judge a book by it's cover. Let's document the first signs of it shall we? Firstly, it was my right shoulder before it crept down to my elbow. Then to my legs, then to all major joints. Got admitted to NUH, and I was like a robot with stiff joints. Was inside for 4 days before I was discharged.

A week or 2 later, I went for my medical check up and I complaint of stomach pain to my doctor. I don't like the look on their face when I told them that. They told me that it was what they feared, that I got HSP ( I don't know how to spell the full name ). They told me I will be admitted again. Well, that sucks cause I had plans in the afternoon. Admitted and no food no drinks rules applied. Yay. Stuck to an IV drip for few days. Somewhere along those days that a damned nurse mistakenly thought it was ok for me to eat and gave me solid food. Oh boy, that night I had the worse pain I ever had to go through. The pain in my stomach was almost unbearable. On a scale of 1 to 10, I would give it an 8.5. It was 2 am and I am groaning in pain. Screw the other old people in the ward trying to sleep. All the nurses could give me was Panadol as pain killer. Not to mention I have bloody diarrhoea for the next few days and had to be put on diapers. Cute. That was my longest stay. A week.

2 weeks later I was back in hospital. My 2nd home. That was for 4 days. A total of 15 days spent in hospital in less than 2 months. Throughout my stay there wasn't that bad, being the youngest patient there, most student nurses spent time talking to me when they got nothing to do. Having a rare illness, I have also many student doctors visit me. I'm like part of their test or exam I dont know. They all ask me the same questions that by then I knew this dude asked a wrong question or this other guy forgot to ask me some routine questions. Once discharged, I was given a 40 day M.C. Wow, 40 days. I thought it was like 1 week but then I checked the month, and I stared real hard to make sure it was right. I was supposed to eat 15 prednisolone ( sp? ) each day. Boy was my face big. I could cover a passport size picture because that's what happened when my ITE teacher took a picture of me and 1 of my teacher asked if it was me in the picture because when I returned back to school, the dosage was decreased. Part of my weight gained now was because of the damned meds.

That was all back then. I still got a lot to say. But I think it's long enough for a first post and a test run. Heh.