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.

Hmmm

... looks like I'm on a streak of bad luck here.

For quite a number of days, my surgical wound have been bleeding. It was so bad that I had to sleep with a towel by my back.

This couple of days, it got worse. On top of bleeding, pus started coming out and the wound started to open with a rather massive opening. So I went to see the doctor today.

Turns out I might either be allergic to the inner sutures or that there is infection. Final result is, I have to be admitted to the hospital AGAIN, tomorrow noon.

Hopefully, everything would turn well soon.

Predicament of an hero

While some of you may be unaware, I've been admitted to the hospital for the last 6 days. What happened was, I had a bad fall.

On one fine Saturday afternoon, the water tank on the ceiling decided to throw a fit. Before long, water was dripping all over the house. This was when the man of the house (that's me!) decided to take a ladder to climb up the ceiling. Being on top of the ladder, I couldn't exactly see what was wrong. And I took an awful step onto the ceiling.

Apparently, my weight was too much to hold and I fell onto the floor and fractured my spine. Following that was a surgery to my spine, an insertion of 4 screws to hold the bones in place for proper recovery.

Until now, the incident still feels so surreal. I still cannot believe this had happened to me. In fact, I haven't any memory of me falling down. All I remembered was me climbing up the ladder and the next thing was me in the hospital, with my friends by my side.

Phew ...

Just got back home. It was soooo darn scary walking to the carpark. As you see, in order to save some bucks, I decided to park my car at the HELP open carpark. As it was late at night early in the morning, the only way to reach the parking lot was down a dilapidated staircase. It's like walking down into a dark and deserted open space, out of view from highways surrounding it. One word: Scary.

Many have said that audit is an extremely arduous job, but I didn't imagine it to be that tough. After only 2 weeks, I can tell you that I am already worn-out. For days I've returned home only at the wee hours and be back at work by 9 am.

But today or rather yesterday was an exception.

I heard the message tone on my phone. Still a little blur, I reached for my phone. Imagine my astonishment when the display screen showed 13:17. It was 1pm in the afternoon and I was still in bed !

I was already 1 day late from the due date, and I actually overslept. Moreover, I had set 2 alarms and still I stayed asleep. Ah, the tiredness has certainly gotten me.

Well, I better go, I am due for medical check-up at 8.30am.

Here Comes the Bride 2

Looks like we're on a roll. Another member of the cowzen has gotten married ! In what like 4 months ? We're certainly on a roll. And it seems we're moving down from the eldest to the youngest.

*Gasp*

Will it soon be my turn ?
Wait, I do still need to get a boyfriend first.

The Lim Clan is growing bigger ...
Welcome Angie Ng !!!


Michelle, me and MsRedd
Just look at Michelle with her signature AirAsia pose.

I'm just so happy for them ...
Love is in the air ...

The Lim Cowzens' attempt to 'lala' pose

Such a Small World !

I know I shouldn't be blogging at this hour. But since I have to wait for my hair to dry, might as well lah.

Previously in I wrote about 6 degrees of separation. And it's happening again !

If you have been reading my previous entries, I've just begun work on Monday. And who did I met at work ? It is none other than KayN. She's a college mate I acquainted in the HELP AIESEC camp. And guess what ? She was also a vacation trainee in the same department and group as I ! Only at a different period. But it's just such a coincidence !

And then today I was talking to another girl that happens to know Yi Mei ! They were from the same school and was in the same class for 3 years. What are the odds man !

Finally, I bumped into one of the 'school flower' of my confused school at work too ! And she still looks smoking hot ! It was deadly embarassing actually. When we crossed paths and our eyes met, I was kinda stunned in track. It was like I didn't know whether or not to say hello. Because I don't know whether she recognizes me.

That happened for quite a few seconds (I reckon I had the stunned look on my face too) until she decided to break the awkwardness by saying hello.

Somehow, girls born in 1985 are extra pretty. Serious ! From my observation, there are more pretty girls born in 1985 than 1986. To bring up a case, that 'school flower' has a sister one year younger than her. Probably due to the small gap in years, they look exactly the same. The truth ! I would show you the pictures, but it's kinda like intrusion into their privacy.

But although they look the same, they also don't look the same. Well, it is just that the younger one, though having exactly the same looks, is pale in comparison to her elder sister. Maybe it's the height factor or maybe it's just the way they bring themselves.

But I mean, such a small world right ?

Ok, really gtg Zzzzz ....