When I was in seventh grade of junior high school, I had
a serious sickness. Two months after I entered boarding school, I felt nauseated,
and head pain. Almost every day my stomach pain relapsed. I tried to find
medicine of treatment at a health clinic near the school. The doctor examined
me and gave medicines. I routinely took the medication. Until the drug was
exhausted, I still often felt stomach pain and nausea, and was sore, and the
head was also sick and dizzy.
Finally I called my father by telephone. I talked about
what really happened lately to me. My father immediately came to my dorm and
asked permission to dormitory leaders and teachers to take me home. The
distance between my house and my school was quite far away, it was about an
hour away by motorcycle. My father took me back home and immediately took me to
the hospital in Brebes city.
The doctor suggested that I should to stay in the
hospital, and I agreed. I stayed in the hospital because it was easier to get
the treatments and medication. The doctor said that I had inflammation
of the stomach,
often referred to as heartburn. I had to undergo intensive treatment, I could
only eat soft and mushy foods without spice, that type of foods would not
irritated the stomach.
After a week in the hospital, the doctor allowed me to go
home. After I arrived home, I continued undergoing treatment with drugs ordered
by doctor. I returned to the school, after I asked my father to continue going
to school, and he took me to the dormitory. After returned to the dorm, I
continued to learn in school. But a few days later the pain recurred, and it made
me a very nauseous and sick. I burst into tears and asked administrator’s dorm
to call my father back to the dorm.
My father soon came and asked what happened and I
explained that I had felt the pain again. My father took the decision to bring
me back home and brought to the hospital again. After the check up, I had to stay
in the hospital. I was hospitalized a week more. The doctor said that my stomach
was inflamed and that increased the stomach acid which made my stomach feel queasy
or sick.
I went home after the doctor said I could do the
treatment at home. But I still felt the pain and it disturbed my study process
at school. Because I had a lot to do I asked permission to leave school for
health care. After one month continued of treatment I was often sick and still
in the dorms. Finally my father decided to take me home and I received an
intensive care at the hospital and home.
I stopped attending school because I was treated for
about eight months. The doctor said that I should get surgery, because there was
something to be fixed in my gut. It was not only affected my stomach gastritis,
but also my gut. How sad my parents were at the time, I was kind like a person
who was waiting for the end of my life. I also stopped going to school for a
few months. My father asked the doctor what I should have an operation or could
use another way to get well. Doctors said, after looking at the results of
subsequent abdominal X-ray, if normal, and then I did not need surgery.
Apparently my stomach was just plain sore. The stomach
became healthy after about nine months of treatments. I had to repeat seventh grade
in junior high. But I felt happy to have recovered fully from the disease even
though I had lost a year to learn. I entered a new school after the next school
year, and I continue to learn well until I’ve came in America and also I can
eat the spicy foods again.
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