Among other things

Last Sunday was my CONVOCATION !!!

I am now an official degree holder of Bachelor of Arts Accounting & Finance.

Thought it would be a great deal to me, but I woke up that day having thoughts of skipping the ceremony.

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Visited the doctor today, I CAN BEGIN WORK ON MONDAY !!!

X-ray of my lumbar spine taken today. Can clearly see the surgically implanted screws.

Is excited to begin work again, but am I rushing things ? I must admit that I am now a Panadol junkie. Been relying heavily on it as pain killer. Though my spine and surgical wound have been healing well, I have been having back pains.

Let's see how it goes on Monday.

200 th post

Gee, this is already the 200th post.

Ahhh ... it feels so great to be able to bathe normally again.

Went to stay with Godpa for 2 nights. It was supposed to be a bonding cum lecture session. He certainly did give insights to different perspectives in looking at things but I was shocked to discover his perspective of me.

Anyways, it was absolutely an experience and I enjoyed having the '24' drama series marathon with him.

Had fun bonding with my youngest cowzen, Ashley. Though she may be a little demanding at times. Once, while I was watching tv in the room, she came in and circled around me talking nonsense. (Nonsense because I haven't any idea what she was blabbing about) Determined to continue watching my '24', I pretended to sleep and started snoring loudly. And you know what she did ?

She jumped onto the sofa I was on, and started and hugging and pulling my legs. Oh, but the cuteness is unbearable !



Please excuse the singing lah. I know it sucks. But she is really full of energy ! Been dancing like for almost an hour on 'ABBA' songs.

Reflections

Was watching officially the stupidest reality drama I've ever watched : Paris Hilton's My New BFF and got into reflection mode.


It kinda reminded me about the stupid things I've done in the past. Funny how it seemed the most reasonable action then but now I feel like burying these memories in deep pits and hope no one remembers.

Read MsRedd's blog. She's leaving for the land of Moo Moo in 4 weeks.

MsRedd has become someone I've come to look up to. From an extremely irritating and mean bully and always moody individual, she became a caring cousin, someone who's always cheery and seem to have come to terms to who she is. I like the new her. Someone who's proud to be who she is and always seem so carefree and happy.

Maybe it comes with age, but I'm looking to get there.

Discharged

Monday, 7pm

Dr. Harwant came to check on my wound. Actually he came in the morning, but I was in the toilet and he knocked my door reminding me to take my breakfast. I find the scene kinda funny.

He took out the tubes which was attached to my wound in order to drain the dirty blood within. I thought it would be a little painful, but before I even realized it, it was already out.

Bags of blood attached to the tube

He said today was the first time he saw me smile. True enough, knowing that I'd be discharged the next day, it made me really happy.

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Tuesday, 4pm

I am finally discharged ! Doctor said that the wound is healing nicely. Hopefully I could return to work soon. Just feel so guilty, started work only 2 weeks, then take so many days of MC.

Throughout my 2 weeks stay at the hospital, I feel that the job as a nurse is really noble. When I wasn't allowed to walk, they would have to help me pee on the bedpan, and then clean my pp. Every morning, they would sponge me clean. Every 2 hours or so, they would have to come in to measure my blood pressure and temperature.

Momentarily, I had thoughts of pursuing nursing.

To those worried commenters, I am now uplifted and okay. No worries !

Thank you all for the fruits, the ginseng tea, the chicken essences, and all those chinese herbs thingies ! Special thanks for all the care you guys have shown to me !

Some thoughts

Thank God for wi-fi ...
Currently still in hospital ... but just discovered they actually have wi-fi access free for patients.
Noted down some thoughts during my 4 days here. So I thought I'd share with you guys.

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I've always regarded myself as a strong individual. Not physically, but mentally, although I do cry on occasions where dramas become too touching.

After my fall, I was admitted to the hospital for 6 days. I can tell you that during those 6 days I wasn't sad nor laden with worries. I knew the medical bill was already taken care of by both the company and my personal insurance. The doctor also assured that my body was working fine. The only thing on my mind was the wreck I caused. The broken ceiling and the still-leaking water tank.

I was thankful that I did not die nor become paralyzed. The only setback was the inconvenience that came with having a surgical wound. Simple things like bathing, wearing my clothes, walking became such a task to me.

Soon my back started aching, headaches developed and my wound wouldn't stop bleeding. Waking up from a lying position became such a painful experience. But soon the problem was resolved. I went to see the doctor and was given strong pain killers.

Things started to get better and I was relieved. Convocation was near and I felt so happy to be able to help Zin Mun and her bro collect their robes as well. It made me feel like I was normal again.

But then bad news came. My sister, whom was assigned to change my wound's dressing everyday told me the wound was becoming bigger and bigger. Went to see the doctor and it turned out I was allergic to the sutures. I had to be admitted again. Doctor told me that it will only be a 2, 3 days thing and so I kept my spirits up.

But one can only keep their spirits up only so long. Mum stayed in the hospital with me the 1st day. The 2nd day, she went home. That day, I really felt very sad. Because the doctor wanted to make sure the inner sutures would heal properly and that there will no longer be allergic reaction, he kept the wound open. (Meaning he did not stitch it up) I shudder at the thought of the nurse changing the dressing of the wound. It was painful.

From 2, 3 days it became 6 days. At first, the doctor said that he would stitch the wound up on Saturday and that I could be discharged on Sunday. Then he changed his mind. He would only stitch it up on Monday and I could only go home on Tuesday.

Again the fickle minded doctor changed his mind and he stitched it up yesterday. But still I could only return on Tuesday. I totally dread my time here.

I feel lonely and miserable. I just feel so victimized. All I wanted to do was to help my mother solve the problem of the leaking water tank. And it ended up with me fracturing my spine. I thought I was getting better, but I had to be admitted again. I really hate the hospital. I feel like a handicap.

This was written at my downiest moment. I never knew being hospitalized could be such a mental torture.

But only one thing kept me 'sane'. Some of you may not realized it, but a simple message asking how I was doing made me feel much better. And I thank you all for that.