There will be something about Gatorade that will make me think of the past. Having had several surgeries, we all know that undergoing a surgical procedures gives the body it's own discomforts and damages. Three of those are (1) nausea and vomiting as the body recuperate back to adjusting the abdominal muscles after the anesthesia and strong pain medicines, (2) blood loss that can dangerously turn to hypovolemic shock of the body and (3) is loss of fluids, electrolytes and mineral imbalances. And as a sickly child who spent my summers with bronchial asthma in the hospitals and having an awesome nurse I call, "Mama," I often rejected the intravenous (IV) insertions and puked all the medicines and Mom's solutions to that was to drink Gatorade to relive my body back to bounce.

Then as an adult, never would I even think about reliving that episodes again. And when I get too sickly, I often just ask for Gatorade when my body rejects an actual food or beverage intake. And as we all know, nurses and medical persons are the worst kind of patients. And I admit, I certainly am is one of them as I say "no" and decline anything that I feel that I don't need. And I am as stubborn as I can be.

Needless to say, even when the  love of my life took care of me when I was too sick, I just asked for Gatorade if he asked if I needed anything. Well, I asked for plain soup broth and Gatorade to replenish my weakling body. And that's all he brought me. In fact, he restocked my fridge in my room for those Gatorade just so I would never ran out.

I guess that's what Gatorades remind me of: simply LOVE. Because they but me those so ill fee better coping up physically. And sometimes, I don't even ask for it and its there next to me readily available just in case I needed it.

It has been a tedious week of going back and forth to emergency rooms this week. I wish I was the one giving the medical attention. But sadly, it is the vice versa. I am on the receiving end as my is showing signs of digestive discomforts and gallbladder problems that might lead to a gallbladder removal soon. I pray not. Mom is feeling sickly lately too that I have ignored my own painful symptoms just so I can take care of her and be by her side when she needs me. I have to be pretend I am the strongest because I can not afford to be weak when My own mother is not feeling all too well.

Tonight, as I watch over Mom waiting for her medicines I have given her, I write here my thoughts. I can't even tell you how many meals my body rejected. I have been undergoing nausea and vomiting episodes triggered by pain from my gallbladder. And I sneaked out from Mom to puke in the
Restroom and sneak out a Gatorade drink. Only because the Gatorade is the only thing my body can tolerate right now.

So here's reminiscing...
Here's to taking care of myself...
Here's to reminders of love and being loved...
Here's to drinking Gatorade now even if in pain.
Why?
Because Gatorade is love.
Gatorade is loving myself just like the people around me loves me.

posted by pinay freestyle @ 9:48 PM

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