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The Cut

Here's what I went through....... (where many are curious about, I assumed...)

Eve went for a major surgery....

25 October 2011, Tuesday

As the clock ticked away, I was only at my work desk slogging my ass out. I was racing against time, in preparation for a long long leave. I managed to complete the handover only at 12am. Before I knew it, I was at home, knocked out.

Probably the reason why I couldn't answer if I felt worried or nervous. Numerous people had asked me. I guess I was probably toooo tired out to even have a little time for myself.


26 October 2011, Wednesday (Public Holiday- Deepavali)

The Sun shone on my backside, I dread waking up. While almost all of my friends were utilizing this public holiday, for me, it was the day I had to clear my bowels for the operation happening a day later....

Prevent dehydration instructions

Laxatives

Completely lost my mood by the time the clock hits 2pm... I was really nervous, wondered how it would be like to drown myself with the prescribed laxatives....

At 4pm, had my first dose. The syrup tasted saltish. I mixed with my favourite Apple Juice and it felt a little better. I waited. For my first poop. Nothing happened till 6pm.

Right from my first visit to the toilet, I never stopped visiting the toilet till...............

At 8pm, came another dose. But this time, I couldn't drink as easily as I did with the first round. In fact, I didn't finish the bottle. I was almost in tears when Fatboy tried to feed me.

There I sat, a little terrified to move. Any movement I made, will send a tingling sensation to my bowels. All of a sudden, I puked at 10pm. Not little, but a lot. I puked so much I felt I even puked whatever I consumed the day before and the day before the day before! I felt miserable.

Came 11.50pm, I quickly drank a cup of hot Milo, for god-knows-when can I next have it again! Time to fast at 12am so I went to sleep at 12.30am in order not to think about any thirst or hunger. But woke at 2am, to clear my bowels. It seemed to be never-ending. Even when I already have nothing to poop. It washorrible. It was even worse when, till then, I still have the laxatives taste in my mouth.

27 October 2011, Thursday (D-Day)

Appointment was scheduled at 10.30am and operation was supposed to be at 1pm.

I woke at 8am... Anxiously packed my stuff for the hospital stay, showered from head to toe, chose the light loose dress, removed all my body jewelleries. I didn't feel any thirst or hunger at all despite I had my last proper meal like close to 24hrs ago. I guess it was because of "worry".

Journey to the hospital was a quiet one. Too much things on my mind.

Registered myself at Admission at 10.30am, was asked to wait a little while before I was being attended. Afterwhich, was advised to head to Day Surgery department for preparation.

Won't go too much into personal details for the pre-surgery preparation here though, except that I was told the clearing bowels "feel" won't subside just like that. Oh man, the feeling of pooping was still there!! It was already more than 12hrs since I first drank the initial dose!

The short wait, because of being nervous, seemed to be a long and irritating wait. So much so I vented my aggravation on the innocent Fatboy, whom didn't walk out of me, but instead continued to stay by my side.

After a what seemed to be the longest wait, I was then being led to the surgery waiting area. That is where I had to change into the operation robes which comes in blue (inner) and purple-pink (outer). The nurse told Fatboy to check my ward to see if room is okay. I was like "huh? hotel stay ar? need to see if satisfactory?" That is also when I last seen Fatboy before I lose and gain consciousness again....

I still couldn't feel the exact anxiety yet, even though I was dressed and waiting alone to enter the operating theatre. Nurses were nice, they gave me blanket and socks to keep me warm during the wait. It was also when I felt I was rather brave, doing something I never thought I would be doing and going through.

Alas, I was called in by a young indian lady. As we walked towards the operating theatre, she explained that I would be waiting outside the Operating Theatre (OT) where I would be going through some paperwork again and getting ready to be put under General Anaesthetics (GA). I walked past many OTs where one had its doors opened and an operation was in the process. Glups.

I approached the OT, there I was, climbed onto the bed, going through paperwork like what the Indian nurse had briefed me through. The time was 11.32am, I remembered. Close to 12pm, my left hand was finally poked by the needle getting ready for GA. At that moment, I finally felt worried and insane. I couldn't even stand the pain of that needle prick, how am I going to survive a 10cm cut?! Was also advised when I wake later, I can press the button to inject Morphine (every 5mins), if I feel any pain...

Three things ran through my mind. First, thanks to watching too much movies, I was pondering what if the GA didn't work well on me and that I would be conscious throughout the operation? Second, since I would be under GA, would the nurses ill-treat me like handling me roughly? Third, how is it like to be awake after the surgery? Would I be properly dressed? Would I be bleeding still? Would I be able to move and talk?

At 12.08pm, I was pushed in. (Why I know the time? Because a huge clock was above my bed!) The OT was bright and clean. Very unlike those I see in movies, dark and scary. I did a bed transfer. In less than 5mins on the operating bed (or table!!), I was asked to breathe through a mask and was told I would be put under GA. Remembering taking only 2 deep breaths, and heard one of them asking me if I saw my surgeon, I was like "What?!! my surgeon went missing??!" and I was gone.... Before I last closed my eyes, I was still struggling to decide should I open or close my eyes when they did GA on me. It was dumb.

And so........... Surgery went on.

"Madam, you okay?" "Madam, we are going to bring you to your ward soon" My eyelids were heavy. I lifted them, and realised I was out of the operating theatre. The cut area was numbed, I could feel it. And I closed my eyes.

I felt the bed moving.... Before getting into the lift, the nurse warned me of the little bumps and told me to press my Morphine button. True enough, going into the lift caused my wound to hurt a little. As I approached Level 7 (my ward), I vaugely saw a fat big dark figure and I was sure that was Fatboy, I felt relieved.

I was asked to transfer myself to the ward bed which obviously I couldn't move. The nurses slided me to the ward bed instead. When the nurse wanted me to change my pillow, I cried... in pain. I couldn't lift my head. Any movement I made, my wound hurts. I was asked to rate my pain from 1 to 10, I was hell in pain so I sort of gave signals to them to stop bothering me. They went off. I dozed off again.

Then I heard Fatboy and my brother and his wife talking. Think asking if I was awake or what time was I warded and all. I didn't see them, but I heard them. And I think I called Fatboy and told him "pain" before I knocked out.

Not forgetting my left hand still sore::

The painful Left hand

I'm assuming the black bag is Morphine::

On Drip

The nurses came again asking to rate my pain from 1 to 10. I was hardly conscious at that time!!! I said 10, the nurse insisted I cannot say 10 as that would be labour pain and asked if I was okay she wrote 5. I was wailing in pain, she gave in and coaxed me by writing 10. I was boiling mad, why bother to even ask? I think they should have let me adapt to the pain before asking me do this do that. I was barely awake for an hour after the surgery!

Then came a pleasant surprise.... Received a basket of flowers from my best friend::

Flowers from Melisah

I tried hard to be awake. I told Fatboy to wake me at 7pm, I need to catch drama. I watched 3mins of the drama and slept for 40mins before another 3mins glimpse of the show again. By then, my parents and brother (and wife) had arrived, chatting and digging information from Fatboy. I overheard Fatboy telling them I wanted to catch my drama but couldn't even stay awake, that made my family laughed.... Aiyo. But I managed a quick chat with my family before they leave at about 9pm before I dozed off again.

It has been a horrifying experience to try to laugh. PAIN! Honestly, painful. Or even to smile.

As expected, I fell asleep.

Oh ya, Uncle came visit me and brought me Apple Juice too! Just that I couldn't remember what time did he come, probably late afternoon when I was still in a daze...

28 October 2011, Friday

Right from the moment I dozed off, I was actually awakened by the nurses every 1.5 hours interval! The nurses have to measure my temperature and blood pressure.

Unexpectedly, I got the fever. Honestly, I didn't feel it. But my temperature gradually increased. Damnit! Why? Because due to the fever, I have to be given antibiotics, the inject manner, through the drip needle and sometimes it could be uncomfortably painful. They did it a few times for the night.

Nice view from my ward eh?

Day break. I saw the Fatboy waking up really early like 6plus getting dressed. It almost seemed like he's ready to receive visitors. What he didn't know is that, through the night, he snored while dressed in his singlet and the nurses already got used to it. Poor thing, he hardly snores unless he is really really tired.

Felt slightly more awake and alert. One of the dreaded nightmare came at 8am. The nurses stepped in, told me they have to get me dressed and (dry) cleaned me. After they did, I swear that was really really dreaded! When they changed my bottoms, I had to lift my butt and hell I swear! How the hell I can lift my butt?! Wearing my robe was just as bad...! I got to be flipped over. Hello, I honestly couldn't move because of the pain! Again, I was almost in tears....

But look, I'm all freshened up! ::

Narcissistic me. Even in the hospital.

Routines are routines, the nurses still come in and take my temperature as well as blood pressure almost every 2 hours.

I finally touched my handphone, almost for 24 hours... At 11am:

Looking more refreshed.

I received another hamper!! From Fatboy's side, the Chua Family at 11am... And late afternoon I received from my Boss and my best colleague, company and work partners in the late evening::

They brightened me up!

One of the good news.... I can eat! I can consume by mouth and had my first meal at 2pm.... It was yummy fish vermicelli, even though I ordered chicken porridge. Duh.::

First meal!

But I had trouble using my left hand which has a thick needle stuck into it and definitely had a lot trouble sitting upright to eat. Fatboy didn't literally feed me but he helped with my dining. Auntie came too, during her lunch time! She brought some herbs for me mom to cook for me. :)

About 2.30pm, nurses came in. Another dreadful experience awaits. She was supposed to help me walk. But I have problems to even sitting up, how would I be able to get down from the bed? As expected, we tried a few times till I cried (yup, a crybaby for 3 days!), I simply couldn't get up! The nurse gave up (hiak hiak, that was my motive) and told me we will try again at 5.30pm. I thought I could drag some time.

But the therapist came at 4pm... Wayyyy too early than I expected. Boohoo. She asked if I remembered her, she came in the day before, I obviously don't remember. I've been busy crying lar!

Anyway, through long and tearful struggle, I managed to sit up and get off that bed. Not forgetting I still have the drip tubes as well as the urinary catheter attached! Walked to the other side of the bed and sat on a sofa and that was it. A super short distance but tough enough. I didn't sit for long. It was quite tiring to sit at a strange angle without using stomach muscles, not helping when my eyes feel tired. As expected, another struggle trying to get back to the bed..... As the therapist mentioned, getting on the bed is tougher than getting off. Shiet man! 死去活来！

That was the mere 1.5hrs of walking experience for the day. I was fussing to remove the urinary catheter and drip. They have been a big barrier to the reason why I refused to learn walking! It was very uncomfortable!

Dinner came at 7pm+ while I was watching my drama::

One and only Dinner during the stay.

Couldn't really remember what was it. Honestly, I didn't really have the appetite to eat because it was really tiring and tough to be sitting up even though the bed was elevated up. Guess it's due to the stomach gas due to the surgery that I could hardly bend at all. I asked the hospital for ginger drink but they said, they ran out of it!! What the.... The Fatboy went to Kopitiam buy lor....

My cousin, Sher came with the little toddler and the little one had her packed dinner while I was having mine. A little while came my parents... A little later than the day before because of the massive jam, even Sher was talking about it. Soon after, Mel arrived! And lastly, WL (who has n idea what was going on) came too. Thank goodness I had a A1 room! So comfortable. Everyone left before 10pm.

When I almost finished all my dramas, getting ready to sleep for the day, lowered the bed and hoola!

@!#@$@#%$#^%$@##@#!@!#@$ Unforgetable!

I got Fatboy to prepare plastic bags, I can feel my stomach rumbling and my throat felt tingling. Fatboy just cleared his shopping items and sat beside me with the empty plastic bag. He was actually playing his phone before I snapped! There I was getting all uncomfortable and needed his help but he was playing his handphone. Then he just took the plastic bag and standby. I felt bad, yet at the same time, pretty furious!

Puking in that manner was the worst experience of the surgery. Farking pain! As I puked, I cried. Fatboy called for the nurse and two persons assisted me in my puking. Man being Man, not attentive, won't even offer me a tissue, sigh. I was controlling not to puke, because each time I did, the pain kicks in almost at its max! I remembered just whining "pain.... pain". I think Fatboy just stood beside me, helpless. The nurse then came in and injected something she mentioned "prevents vomitting" into me through the drip. And I slept.

Opened my eyes, and saw Fatboy sitting beside my bed, instead of his own "bed". He said because he wanted to make sure I was fine, in case I puke again. Awww....

And yup, I had got the fever bug AGAIN. Urgh! No more sticking-through-the-ass medicine but just Panadols through oral consumption.

29 October 2011, Saturday

It warms my heart to see Fatboy getting up as early as 6.30am, got dressed and washed up as if he was going to receive visitors and as if he must wake earlier than me. Kinda sweeeeeet.

I remembered looking curious and asked him, was he going out and his reply was, no, just washing up so can look after me. WOW. Hahaha.

The surgeon still didn't appear at my bed. Hmmm... And I had breakfast. But the nurses said I must continue to learn walking (as much as possible) so the stomach gas could be released and I wouldn't feel that uncomfortable anymore.

Again, I urged the nurses to remove my drip as well as the urinary catheter. And because I puked the night before and had fever again, I was more or less prepared I couldn't be discharged as told before I was operated. And the staff actually took my order for lunch, dinner and the next day breakfast. I was like, huh? NEXT DAY breakfast?? :(

Nurse removed the drip but kept the needled poked in me. Said in case I get feverish again. Oh man! But dramatic it got. Blood spilled. I know my blood is free but!!!!

Was told, even the floor is full of my blood. EEEk! The nurse was mopping the floor. >_

Oh, and they finally removed the urinary catheter too! Joy Joy! But that would mean I would need to walk to the toilet. Yes, WALK! After removal, between 4 - 5 hours, I would have the urge to pee, can't wait lor!!

The Joseph folks came during lunchtime and so did my father. I had yummy black chicken soup with fried rice and with desserts and ginger tea for lunch.

Father and Fatboy decided to shift the hampers to dad's car so it wouldn't be too tough on us during discharge, and since we are kinda expecting I won't be discharge on that day.

Surprise came! My surgeon finally stepped in, just 2 mins after Father and Fatboy left the room. The doctor asked, "You want to discharge?" I said without hesitation, "If can, of course I want!" So he said I could. And so I asked why then I couldn't remove the drip needle yet, and he turned to the nurse (who looked a little scared of him) and asked why do they still leave the needle in me? The nurse spoke in a really soft voice, "because the patient had fever for past 2 nights". And the doctor asked nastily, "so? She doesn't have fever now right?" Left the nurse dumbfolded.

After about 2-3 hours, Fatboy was asked to self-collect my medication before I can discharge, and I sat waiting while the needle was removed and the poke wound was plastered up by the nurse:

Ready for discharge

I also visited the toilet TWICE (glad I did it!) and changed into my dress. Wound dressing was changed by a somewhat looked new nurse. Could clearly see the cut, it was about 10cm (or longer), all stitched up in blue thread. It was just a REAL pity I didn't take any photos of my fresh wound, was just too terrified to move and just too engrossed in looking at such a big BLOODY cut on myself.

And I made my way to the carpark.... Limping, of course. The feeling of stepping out of my room was unexplainable in words. My face didn't look pale but I was walking really very slowly.... Very.

The drive was slow back home. Every little bump on the road makes my wound hurt, not only the wound actually, but also the surroundings.

Climbing the stairs was much easier than I expected. I climbed to level 3. Fatboy was supposed to buy dinner back for me. As I stepped into the room, before anything was mentioned, I felt I was back into my General Anaesthetics state, knocked out. But I have to admit hearing Fatboy said something, which I found out later, he was trying to remind me lie carefully and not on my sides. Yup, I woke up realizing I fell asleep at the side of the bed on my side. Obviously, I woke up in pain. But had a hearty dinner, Fatboy bought me chicken porridge :)

I had an early night.... And when I wanted to get back to the same position I did earlier (sleeping on my side), I realized it was really really tough. What I did earlier is definitely because I was really really tired that I couldn't feel the pain, I think.


And that ended my very very eventful THREE days. :)

So, now it's 3 weeks into my long rest.....

(p/s: If you are still wondering what operation I went for, I guess it wouldn't really matter if you really care. It is how well I am recovering that really matters....)

Cut the suspense!

Haha! Yea, what a suspense right? :p

In exactly a week's time, I will be in the operation theatre having a major surgery.Will I survive out of the room? Or do I want to survive out of the room? Honestly, today, I do not know... And I fear of my answer to the answer.

It feels pretty strange that I have to courage to be operated.

But I got reminded of Babe. I wished she would be there for me during my hospitalization.... Oh well... She'll always be remembered... I hope one day, she will take me as a friend once more.

I'm all prepared to be entering the 'bloody' place alone. Now am just wondering if their locker is huge enough for me to store my laptop? I'd be so bored without a laptop during my stay, I swear! Ha. Blame the world for being so technologically advanced!

Today, I heard what I thought was rather disappointing comment. I was told I am not loving and not very nice.... I felt shocked, then stunned, then disappointed and now, jaded.

The Ring

Initially, it was me looking for a daily use ring. One that has a stud of diamond, plain and simple. But me being me, the more I searched, the better I want.

And I chanced upon one that is made of rose gold which I immediately fell for. It caught my attention but I left the place..... Thinking the entire afternoon if I should spend since it has exceeded my initial budget.

That's when the boy suggested why not we share it? Since I wouldn't like the idea he bought it for me. Afterall, it's a ring, which usually symbolises something. I thought it was a great idea and he purchased it on my behalf after work on the same day. And of course, sharing it makes it more meaningful to wear it. :)

Days after, I was waiting for the ring to arrive after alteration. I waited and waited..... and asked the boy every now and then if the jewellery shop called.

One fine day during lunch, the boy surprised me by keeping it in the car glove box. I have to say, it was indeed a pleasant surprise.

Today, I bought over this ring, myself, 100%.

A ring that initially symbolises love and patience loses its meaning completely today.

Now it only serves as a reminder that we women, have to be independent. Because anything happens, not even your man will bother. And we women, can buy a diamond ring for ourselves as well.

A man can call his woman names and act like a total different person.

Men, be nice to your women out there! They suffered and they are the ones who are always praying for your safety, happiness, wealth, health and sooo soooooo much more!

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The boy

Sometimes i wonder... how am i to survive without this boy...

Yet i still miss my best friend.

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Fly off soon

Flying off to Jogjakarta tomorrow early morning with the Family! =D

But I wondered how am I to survive on the 9th........ Reaching airport at 4am and reach SGP at 12pm and off to NDP straight. I'm pretty sure I will knock out at night.

Looking forward!

Annoyed

Mad.

Yeah, this is my mood, for now.

Seriously, I have not bothered if she's nice okay? And obviously, I didn't ask. Why bother to even tell me she's a nice girl on your own accord...?

Things I ask, I expect answers. *Doh* If not, why would I ask? And if he cannot answer, WHY?! Something to hide??! Pissed man!

This is sooooo pissing me off bad time that I gave up everything. Simply everything.

That woman.

Gotten news she broke up with her boyfriend whom she told everyone she will be marrying.

Ha Ha Ha!

Honestly, why does she thinks we care about her love life?? We basically don't care about her entire life, regardless work or love or social life lar.

I don't see a need for her to update us since we have already put it upfront "stop contacting us in any way for any matters". She can't get it huh?

Have nothing against her till I got to know about how she disgraces herself to all the men she dated.

She called me "retarded" and "lack of confidence"? Looks who's talking. Why would she even announce to all her exes that she has broken up with her current boyfriend??

Oh well. Yup, have nothing against her. I did not touch her, did not contact her, did not ask anyone to do anything to her as well.

Just bitching over my own excitement as well as being puzzled, why does such people exist?

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Just want to erase everything

What is rude?
Rude is when.........

- someone is asking a casual simple yes-no question and YOU don't answer even when asked thrice
- someone is talking calmly and seriously, YOU are "screaming and yelling"
- someone is talking halfway and YOU disappeared

What is unfair and being insensitive to other's feelings?
It is when.......

- someone continuously tried to help the situation but YOU are just doing the opposite
- someone already said 'it matters' and YOU kept saying its a non-issue to you
- someone already said it's YOUR tonality but YOU instead push the blame to others

.......... and all it takes to solve the issue is by YOU just have to t.a.l.k.. (and not bark)

So I blew my top with the F*CKs. YOU called me being disrespectful doesn't matter anymore, because in the first place, YOU haven't even respected YOUR partner's feelings.

So much tolerance just because I wanted to solve the issue and progress, but based on the above, I don't know if this is worth anymore.

a team

After a only 4hours sleep night, setup was complete with pride.

But the crowd was so unexpectedly quiet, i not only have to cheer myself up but the staff as well. It was complete anti-climax.

But we keep our spirits high!

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Gone in Action

Hi peeps!

Guessed I was gone a little too long man! Never disappeared this long before, I believed.
Well, a little refresher, went to a few places this year:
Niseko & Tokyo, Japan (Dec/Jan)
KL (Jan)
Phuket (Mar)
Genting (Apr)
Palau (Apr/May)
Malacca (May)
Tioman (Jun)

Quite a lot of places, hur hur? 2 big trips (Japan and Palau) within half a year! Wished I could have done more more more places! Ha! Dream on.

And had to cancel my KL trip in July though, because of work. :( Of course, something is up to my sleeve already for August and hopefully September. Now still racking brains where will be the next destination this year end.

Work has almost been the same so far. Busy Busy. But I am really trying to balance my time out!

Oh ya, just launched the Peugeot 508. Elegant car I must say :) Check out http://www.peugeot.com.sg/le-models/508/ for more information about the car!

Shuffling between the West and the East is a blast too! Singapore may not be really big but..... Traveling is tiring. But again, it seems worth it with the "completion in life".

Anyway, quick update. Yesterday went to have Geylang Galore!

Dot and me enjoying our 7 frogs!::Dot and me enjoying our Cat Mountain King durians!!:Sponsors: Dot and Paul :)

Okay, promised to blog more about more silly stuff! :p

New HP be mine!

I am so gonna grab you.

Gazillion Bubble Show!

Yeah! Bought the Fan Yang Gazillion Bubble Show tickets last month! Quite expensive a price to pay to see bubbles. Ha! $65/tic~

Anyway, me at the Entrance excitedly::And you see the lighted up signage on stage. Damn cool::
But thing is, the seats are those normal foldable chairs kind. Seat numbers are printed and stuck on kind. Ha. And yea, those expensive ticket holders (like me), are on a flat non-gradient ground. Thankfully all children. Speaking of which, I wasn't expecting it to be a children show. Man!

So here I was before the show begins::Fan Yang the bubble artist and his son, Deni Yang the laser artist on stage near the end of the show::And the millions of bubbles!!! I was on the 3rd row from the front sia~::Next show? The Lion King!

Bye bye bubbles::

Third Party

Seriously, I feel like I'm a third party. Twice.

I wonder why do I have to meet a great guy and thought he's really part of my life, and then realise it almost seems like he's easily moved and falls in love with anyone easily.

So, everything happened NOT because it's ME.

He can attempted to buy a flat and then tries to complete the process with me because it didn't happen with the former lady.

Wait, then now it makes me wonder am I the third party or the substitute? Shiet, got me confused. Urgh.

Oh well... I never ever have any better luck, do I?

It's all back to me, myself and I again.

I want........

The Lion King!!!! But hell...... So expensive. :(

I also want to slim my tummy!!! Oh man, talk about Yoga / Running / Cycling / Swimming.... I never realise any of the above still. HAHA. Am guilty of that.

:p

Mid week already! That leaves me another 1.5weeks to Phuket! Wooooo~