Sunday, July 26, 2009

Song Sharing Sunday - #28

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I Want to Break Free - Queen





(I want to break free)
(I want to break free)
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied I don't need you
I've want to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free

I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
And this time I know it's for real
I've fallen in love, yeah
God knows, God knows I've fallen in love

It's strange but it's true
I can't get over the way you love me like you do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free, baby
Oh how I want to break free,
Oh how I want to break free

But life still goes on
I can't get used to, living without, living without,
Living without you by my side
I don't want to live alone, hey
God knows, got to make it on my own
So baby can't you see
God knows, gods know, gods know
I've want to break free


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Friday, July 24, 2009

New Findings for my Pain

Yes! I am happy.
My Chinese physician uncle told me something which NONE of the doctors in SGH suspected.

It is BAD news, in terms of the seriousness of my condition.
BUT I AM A HAPPY GAL!!!

Can I give you a little background of my uncle?
This uncle of mine, whom I stayed with since I was born, till my parents brought me home for good when I was 5 years old, has 40+ years of experience in his line.

I grew up seeing his tiny little one-bedroom house filled with patients waiting to see him every evening; these patients couldn't get to see him at the Chinese medical shop in the morning, due to work or school.

My Chinese name was chosen by him. He is very much like a father to me, since young.

My mother's 2nd relapse of cancer was cured by him too.

Ok, so what did my uncle say?
- There are signs that my liver is hardening.
- My gastric is too weak to 'help' the liver.
- My kidneys are not 'working' hard enough to improve the condition of my liver too.

Food to avoid:
- Spicy, Cold, Oily....

Forbidden Food:
- Peanuts, Squid/Octopus, 'Rojak' (a mixture of different vegetables or fruits plus beancurds, in a black slimy sauce)

Prescriptions:
- 2 packets of herbs.
- 4 bowls of water, boiled till 1 bowl of liquid is left, approximately 1 hour+
- One bowl per night before I sleep.
- Review on Sunday or Monday.
- Types of herbs will be changed according to my reactions to these 2 packets.
- By the end of the 6th packet, the conclusion should be clear.

Warnings from the 72 year old man:
"Please do not take this lightly. (I really hate to hear this sentence from him, 'cos the last time I heard him say this, my mother was diagnosed with cancer few weeks later).
Even if you feel much better after this 2 packets, , you MUST come back to complete the course of examination."

"If after the 6th packet, your pain have not subsided, my guess might be proven right. > Something is growing inside."

"The medication that I give you now, is to cure the pain and to 'purge' out any 'small thing' that might be causing the problem. So do not worry about the 'awful sight' of your soft stools."

"Such a condition is usually caused by STRESS. Now that your liver shows signs of hardening, pressure is added to your nerves in that area. So try to take life easy. Keep an open mind and open heart. View Big problems as small and small problems as invisible. Don't worry unnecessarily. Rest more."

--- maybe that explains why my hair has been dropping so much over the past 3 months.

--- then again, when simple things like THIS BLOG gives me problem too; How can I take things easy!?
All I have now is a tiny little box, smaller than my palm, to type into. The functions bar is completely gone. I cannot even change the colours or bold my words. Worse, I can't even add the picture of my herbs now.
*Arrrggghhhh*
All I have is plain black boring words...
*Arrrggghhhhh*

Thursday, July 23, 2009

2nd Scan in the Gynae Dept

Findings?
NEGATIVE!!!

This is REALLY getting on my nerves.
So I CONCLUDED that my lower abdomen sharp pain is NOT due to anything related to the womb, nor the uterus, nor the ovaries, nor anything that helps to 'keep' and 'produce' babies in a woman's body.

But now, THIS senior GYNAE doctor suspects that there might be 'something fishy' going on in the rear end > RECTUM.

So an appointment was made to see the Colorectal surgeon next Tuesday, 28th July 2009.

Will I go?
I think I would, cos this is SOMETHING that was NOT suspected during my 5-Day hospital stay.
Something new, so why not?

Even though it means cash-upfront now. Can't use Medisave, 'cos I'm an 'outpatient' now.
*sigh*

The occasional sharp pain in the gastric is no longer occasional, now it has become a lingering pain with 'sharp' piercing every now and then....

"Doctors!!! Are you hearing me? Something is really wrong! But why can't you guys find out the cause???"

*Arrrggghhhhh*

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Review after Discharged from Hospital

*Heavy heart*
Today's review sucks!
The doctor merely asked, "So how are you feeling now?"
"Sharp pain occasionally over at the gastric and on the two sides of my lower abdomen. I couldn't do without the medication. If I skip one dose, the pain comes."

"I think I need you to do all the tests all over again." said in an absolutely emotionless tone.

I looked at him with widening pupils....

He got the hint and explained in that same tone, "Maybe the one who did the scope missed out something."

Allan wanted to challenged, "So what makes you think that by doing it the second time, 'something' would not be missed out?" But he didn't, cos he already knew that I intend to go to my Chinese physician uncle, if there is still no results today.

Took a tube of blood from me today. (another needle hole to add to the record)

Tomorrow, I'm scheduled for ultrascan again. Unbelievable, isn't it? *sigh*

Then one month later, 26th August, I'll have to go down for another round of X-ray, blood test, urine test and SCOPE!!!! the one that made me gagged...

Anyhow, I'll go for the ultrascan tomorrow, and would probably pay my Chinese physician uncle a visit on Friday morning.

*sigh*.....

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

I AM GOING!!!

Last year, I went for Anthony Robbins's 'Unlimited Power', in which I got rid of my years of fear in driving.
This year I'm going for his 'Unleash the Power Within'. So what fear am I going to get rid of this time? *wink*

****************************************************************

To live up to my title of 'Seminar Queen'. I am not forgetting T. Harv Eker's Millionaire Mind Intensive Seminar, which I SHOULD have attended last month in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. All thanks to H1N1, I had to prolong my wait.
I saw Allan's undeniable change (for the better, of cos) after attending it last November, I just can't wait to go! Rain or Shine, I'll be there! *humph*


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Monday, July 20, 2009

Zero Can Be a Great Number !!!


For the benefit of my non-Singaporean readers:-
Medisave, introduced in April 1984, is a national medical savings scheme which helps individuals put aside part of their income into their Medisave Accounts to meet their future personal or immediate family's hospitalization, day surgery and certain outpatient expenses.

Under the scheme, every employee contributes 6.5-9% (depending on age group) of his monthly salary to a personal Medisave account. The savings can be withdrawn to pay the hospital bills of the account holder and his immediate family members.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Song Sharing Sunday - #27

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When I Grow Up - Pussycat Dolls






Boys call you sexy
And you don?t care what they say
See every time you turn around
They screaming your name

Boys call you sexy
And you don?t care what they say
See every time you turn around
They screaming your name

Now I've got a confession
When I was young I wanted attention
And I promised myself that I?d do anything
Anything at all for them to notice me

But I ain't complaining
We all wanna be famous
So go ahead and say what you wanna say

You don?t know what its like to be nameless
Want them to know what your name is
Cuz see when I was younger I would say

When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies

When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick
When I step out on the scene

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

They used to tell me I was silly
Until I popped up on the TV
I always wanted to be a superstar
And knew that singing songs would get me this far

But I ain't complaining
We all wanna be famous
So go ahead and say what you wanna say

You don?t know what its like to be nameless
Want them to know what your name is
Cuz see when I was younger I would say

When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies

When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick
When I step out on the scene

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

I see them staring at me
Ooh I'm a trendsetter
Yes this is true cuz what I do
No one can do it better

You can talk about me
Cuz I'm a hot topic
I see you watching me watching me
And I know you want it, oh

When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies

When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick
When I step out on the scene

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies

When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick
When I step out on the scene

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it



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Friday, July 17, 2009

How am I feeling NOW?

Isn't this frustrating?
Went through all of that and no cause was found?

So many of you have asked, "So how are you feeling NOW?"
I'm sorry, I can't bring you good news.
In short, I can only say, I'm fine when I had my medication and I'm NOT, when I try to go WITHOUT the 'when necessary' medicine.

No one likes to be reliant on those syrup and tablets. I have completed my course of antibiotics long ago. So now, what's left, are those I could 'do without' kind of medicine, that is IF I'm feeling alright.

eg. for the 8 hourly medication, I tried to 'prolong' it by eating only at the 9th hour, and hopefully, extending it slowly; so much so that I can totally do without them eventually.
But instead of hoping for the 9th hour to come, my gastric hurts at the 7th hour, an hour earlier than my medication time. *sigh*

The only good news is, my gastric is willing to take in solids. If not, I think the sight of porridge would have made me puke by now. Having bowls of that for so many days.... *eyes rolled*

My plan?
There will be a review on 22nd July 2009.
More needle poking will be done and other tests too on that day.
I'll wait for the results.
If NOTHING unusual is found, then I'll be visiting my Chinese physician uncle.

The 'when necessary' medication are running low. So I MUST find out the root of the problem, before I can move on. Isn't that true?

My complain?
I miss eating spicy, sourish and cold stuff. I really do. Other than that, I've been eating frequent small meals. If this carries on, I'll be really FAT pretty soon.....

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Hospitalised Day 5

7am:
As usual, the doctors came to do their rounds and seeing me sitting up, instead of lying down, he announced: "It's obvious that you are feeling better, I think I'll discharge you today....so how are you feeling now?"

"The pain in my lower abdomen is definitely gone and the pain in my gastric is better. But during eating and after food, the pain increases."


"I'll be giving you some antibiotics and antacid to take before food, to ease the pain during meal times. For the next few days, just take frequent s
mall meals, till your gastric is back to normal."

"Its rather frustrating that after doing so many tests, the cause of my pain is still not found."


"Well, that's what the results showed - Nothing. Anyway, I need you back here 2 weeks later to check on your blood again, because your alkali level is still not good. But since you are feeling better, I think you need not worry too much about that."


With that, ends my inconclusive 5-day stay in hospital. *Arrrrggghhhhh* So irritating!

To me, it should be as simple as 1+1=2, meaning if there is pain, something, somewhere should be wrong. Yet after so many tests and scans, no cause is found was just too puzzling for me.

Before I bid farewell to my room and my 'Swatch Watch', I took my own sweet time to finish my last 2 meals there....

Breakfast - Cup of *Milo, Half-boiled Egg and Oatmeal.


Lunch - GuoTiao Soup.


*Milo is similar to hot chocolate (for the benefit of my overseas friends)

And so, I left the hospital with:
  • a tummy of frustrations
  • unshaven armpits
  • untrimmed nails
  • black-head filled nose
  • fart that smells like tablets
  • 11 needle holes
  • longer fringe
  • lots of medication, and
  • an uneasy anticipation on the yet-to-receive medical bill

Hospitalised Day 4

6th July, Monday

2am:

A surgeon came and told me that my blood test result was not good. My alkali level was dropping at a fast rate, meaning there could be lack of oxygen in my blood or there is an inflammatory somewhere.

What he could not understand was, with the decreasing alkali level in my blood, I was actually getting better! The pain in my lower abdomen was gone and only my gastric condition remained. He concluded before leaving "I learned that when lab results and patient's condition doesn't match, treat the patient, ignore the lab results."

4am:
A gynae came, inserted her finger through my virginal and anus, feeling everywhere and constantly asking: "Pain?" I gave a firm 'NO' to every question. She gave the puzzled look. Your blood test is worrying, but you are ok...hmmm... She left it as that and went off.

7am:
My doctor came for his rounds. Told me the same puzzling 'blood test results'. And asked, "Does your family have kidney problem?"
"No"
He started hammering my back and asked "Pain?"
"No"
Same puzzled look on his face as the previous two.
"Can I request for a scope to be done?"
"No, not so soon, I'll let you eat first and we will see how it goes."
"No! I want a scope today. I am worried. This is the first time, in my years of gastric problems, my family doctor's medication didn't work."

He looked at my worried face, sensed my determination, he gave in "Ok then, I'll arrange it for you before lunch so that you can start eating after that."

10.30am:
The nurse came and prepared me with the robe which I slipped in from the front, strings tying at the back, just like that of a surgeon's. Took out my glasses and removed the rings from my fingers. Laid myself on the bed with wheels and off I went. The journey seemed longer that it should. My mind was repeating "Tell the doctor I want to be sedated." On and on I kept on reminding myself. Heard too many scary stories about having that tube down the throat.

And so I did. To everyone who came over to talk to me. *laugh* I was going a little paranoid, I should say.

I was lying on my left side. The doctor injected the long-awaited-liquid through my cannula. Sprayed some liquid into my mouth. I had to bite a round plastic thing, which prevented me from closing my mouth. Numbness was felt down my throat by then. Then, in went the long black rubbery thing.

I gagged and retched over and over again. It was definitely uncomfortable but painless. I really can't imagine how painful it would have been, to have that lengthy thing right down to your gastric and intestines, twirling and turning around. *Ouch!*

It was over really soon. *Phew* I was feeling groggy or should I say sleepy. Fell asleep while waiting for the nurse from my ward to come over to bring me back to my lovely room.

12pm:
Yippee!!!! After more than 60hours without food, even the *Milo and biscuits before my eyes looked heavenly. I took very tiny portions fearing the pain.

About an hour later, porridge came. After 10+ scoops, my gastric hurts. I stopped. Waited for the pain to subside before I continued again. Over and over again I took breaks, till the bowl was emptied.

4pm:
Doctor came with the scope results. Guess what did he say? "Your scope results looked great. Nothing abnormal was found." *Aaaarrrggghhhhh* My last hope. Gone! "Seriously, I have ran out of test for your pain in your gastric. How are you feeling?"

"Gastric pain comes on and off now. But its extremely painful when I had food earlier."

"They scraped off some tissues from your gastric for bacteria testing, so you will feel sore for at least the next 24hours. Its normal. So other than that, you are ok right?"

Nodded.

"So I think I will discharge you tomorrow." He smiled and left.

My mind shouted "What?! so What Caused My Pain???!!!! I haven't even get an answer and you are discharging me?!" *Arrrggghhhhh*

But I enjoyed this day of all days, 'cos:-
I get to eat,
my request for the scope was granted
and most importantly,
I received a huge surprise from my lovely girlfriends of 18years; my favourite yellow bouquet with Ferrero Rocher chocolate.
YUM!. *wink*


*Milo is similar to hot chocolate (for the benefit of my overseas friends)

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Hospitalised Day 3

5th July, Sunday

The ceiling was spinning when I woke up.
Shivering from head to toe.
Cold sweat wet my top.
I was panting.
Taking extremely short breaths.
Hands and legs were losing their senses.
Soon, complete numbness took over.

The doctors were doing their morning routine when I was in that state.
One of the doctors instructed me in a stern voice, "STOP Breathing like that! Take deep breath."
"I Can't Control."
"No! You have to. You MUST! And you Can!"
With his help in repeating all the "Ok, breathe in now, hold. Breathe out slowly now.", I finally cooled down.

It was so difficult, with all the shivering, but eventually (though it felt like ages) I regained the senses on my hands and legs. But the shivering didn't leave me. The nurse brought in another blanket, tucked me in tightly like a mummy.

It took minutes before I was back to my normal self. A CT scan was scheduled. The one where you have to lie flat on a moving 'bed' into a 'tunnel'.

My lower abdominal pain had changed for the better. Instead of being there consistently, it became intermittent.

11am:
The nurse came and inserted another cannula on the back of my left hand. The pain was almost unbearable. The feeling was so different from the one on my right hand, which was inserted by the A&E doctor. I wonder if it was due to the lack of experience of the nurse. *Ouch*

Later did I found out that the 'plug' inserted on my left hand was the THICKEST of all cannulas. The purpose was for the CT scan. After the 'plug' was inserted. The same nurse flood me with water. Cups and cups of water. PAIN PAIN PAIN!

My gastric was still not accepting intake from mouth very well. With my poor bladder control, I had to pee almost every 30minutes. The wheel chair came to bring me to the 'tunnel'. The nurse at the CT scan room pressed my lower abdomen and felt my bladder was not full enough. Gave me another huge glass of water. *Faint* The cup was as big as a regular Coke you buy from McDonalds. She demanded me to down the cup of water fast, 'cos there was another patient waiting for her turn after I'm done with my CT scan.

Gastric was screaming "PAIN!" I thought the worse was over. I was wrong. The doctor connected a tube, to the still-very-painful cannula on my left hand, which linked to a machine that pumps liquid to illuminate the organs in my entire tummy for better visual. The pain was excruciating!!!

I screamed! My gastric was in pain due to the huge intake of water and now my left hand was in worse pain. He stopped the machine and checked if the cannula was inserted properly. And it was. So he gave me 2 options: Either he remove the 'plug' and re-insert another or I must bear with the pain. I chose latter.

Ok, this must be it, right? No more testing of my tolerance level, right? WRONG!

Here comes another doctor. She showed me a tube 2-3 times the size of my thumb and as long as my wrist to the tip of my middle finger. It was filled with clear liquid. She said, "ok, now that your bladder is full, we need to insert this into your anus, so as to enlarge the rear area too for better 'visual'." *Faint*

Inserting was painless but my tummy started to growl. As if I had eaten curry gone bad. She warned, "You MUST control your anus! Don't let the water come out." Right after that sentence, the machine was switched on. Medicine start pumping into the cannula on my left hand. *Ouch!*

My gastric hurts. My hand hurts. And now I can't even scream 'cos my anus would lose its grip and I'll probably 'diarrhea' on the scanning bed! *EEeeewwww*

I could only grip tightly on the pillow with my right hand over my head. In I went into the tunnel. A voice came from outer space "Take a deep breath and hold." Then 'Snap'! A picture was taken. The alien voice came again, "Now breathe normally."
This repeated itself again before I was finally done.

I told the auntie to push me up to my room as fast as her 60 year old legs could, 'cos I needed to pee and spatter almost any moment. She tried. Thank you auntie! I reached my room without any 'traffic jam'. Went straight to my toilet and completely release everything from the rear and the front. A complete mess was what I created in the toilet bowl. *Phew* What a relief man!

4pm:
A doctor came and told me that the CT Scan showed nothing was wrong (again!). *Arrrggghhh* My emotion changed from frustration to anger. What the hell is wrong with ME!???

9pm:
A Doctor came and told me that my latest blood test result was NOT good. I WAS REJOICING! Call me insane. But I was surely rejoicing! Finally something is NOT RIGHT! She told me that there was lack of oxygen in my blood cells. So instead of taking my blood from my veins. She needs to take blood from my arteries for further testing.

You can see veins on the surface, green lines running under my skin on my forearm and hand. But you cannot see arteries! It has to be taken at the wrist. She bent my right hand backwards and warn sternly, "This is going to be much more painful than normal collection of blood sample. Please do not jerk."

I gripped my blanket covering my mouth. The needle went in, I shut my eyes and she was 'PLAYING' WITH THE NEEDLE IN MY WRIST, finding the artery.

First attempt failed. She pulled out the needle. Add pressure to the punctured spot to prevent fountain of blood from gushing out. "Sorry, I had to try again. Was it unbearable?"
"No, it wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. It can't be compared to the pain on my the back of my left hand, caused by the 'thick' cannula." I replied. WRONG CHOICE OF WORDS! I regretted when she made her second attempt.

Before she attacked my wrist the second time, I asked, "By the way, how do you know you are getting blood from the arteries and not anywhere else?"
"The blood would jump in the syringe."
Ohhh, that's so cool! I thought.

Second attempt:
Since me and my big mouth said "Not as painful as my cannula on my left hand", she held back no more! Oh God! It hurt so badly! It felt as if she had hit my bone or something! Guess what? Second attempt > Failed! *faint*

Third attempt:
She gave up on the wrist and turned to my GROIN! Oh my! That hurts a hundred times more! Such a sensitive area and you've got a needle moving left and right, retrieving back and forth... Use your wildest imagination, you can't be too wrong about that pain you imagined in your brain! Third attempt > Failed! *I thought I was dying*

She gave up and called for her senior, who came 2 hours later.

11pm+:
He attempted on the right wrist again. DID IT TWICE!!!! Still failed! I'm starting to wonder if I have arteries in my right wrist in the first place!!! *eyes rolled* Or are they experienced enough to do this?!
Soon, he gave up on my right wrist too.

He did not go for my groin, he went for my left wrist. I shouted "NO! The cannula on my left hand is already causing alot of pain. If you bend my wrist backwards, it would be worse PLUS you will be poking my wrist, it would be doubly or triply worse!"

"I'm sorry, its easier to reach the arteries from the wrist then the groin. So please bear with the pain." *I think my soul left my body for a couple of seconds before returning back to this 'guinea pig' body*

Blanket over my mouth, tightly squeezed by my bruised right hand. I Screamed! But I had to control myself from jerking, in case the needle broke.

After 4 attempts on my right wrist, 1 on my groin, 1 on my left wrist, finally the second attempt on my left wrist succeeded! He was happier than I was (it seemed), he went, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Got it. Got it!!!"

I opened my eyes and saw the blood 'danced' a little before the entire syringe was filled with my blood from my arteries.

They kept apologising, before they finally left me alone with my bruised wristS and groin.... *eyes closed*

(Please tell me I'm a warrior!?)

Hospitalised Day 2

4th July Saturday

I was under the surgical team. Inserted the drip-tube into the cannular or more commonly known as 'plug' among the nurses on my right hand. Was not allowed to eat or drink.

X-ray was done on my chest and my tummy yesterday. Report showed negative again this morning when the doctors came for their rounds at 7am. Nothing unusual was found. My frustrations grew.

But the senior surgeon said something that made my eyes grew, "Her case looks more like chronic appendicitis. Keep her coming back for review."

So I thought I might be discharged the next day.... but I was wrong.

Late evening I was told that I could drink water or glucose or any CLEAR fluid, but very minimum quantity each time. This little favour was given ONLY after I yelled "I am hungry!" too many times, to whoever that came into my room.

My gastric hurts with every sip. Other than running to the toilet almost every other hour. My hunger grew; until Allan seek permission to get clear soup for me. Assuring the nurse that I will not eat the residue, nor the ingredients. After the bowl was half emptied, hunger finally left me.

I had the most wonderful sleep that night.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Hospitalised Day 1

I thank my little notebook and pencil which follow me wherever I go. So that I could note down this and that when my disappointing memory fails me (so often).

3rd July, Friday

At Singapore General Hospital A&E 2pm+:
A cannula was inserted on the back of my right hand. Injection was given through it to reduce the acid-production in my gastric. Oral Medication was also given after I showed the medication I received from my family doctor to the female A&E doctor. I was told to wait for 2 hours before she could check on me again. Lower Abdominal Pain and Gastric Pain did not improved . She brought me to the observation ward, where I laid down with many others in our own clothings. I was instructed to rest till 12midnight before I could be discharged.

4pm:
After blood and urine tests' results turned out fine, they took me to the gynae department. Did ultra-scan which brought back lovely memories of what it felt like being pregnant. Top of tummy and in the virginal, both were done. Report was clear. "Good News!" exclaimed the doctor. But I was not happy cos' I was still in pain. It was dinner time when I was back to the observation ward. Both 'spots' hurt terribly after a few spoonful of rice. But hunger pushed me on. Taking breaks in between every other bite before the plate was finally emptied.

11pm:
Seeing no improvement, they decided to admit me. I was on 'drip' since eating hurt so much.

I requested for B2 ward: a 6 bedded, non-air conditioned ward. But they pushed me to an A-Class Ward ('cos no beds were available in B2 then) : Single bed with facilities comparable to that of a hotel room; other than the furniture were more run down.

Personal toilet, equiped with hair dryer, a mini division between the place to pee and bathe. Beside the toilet was a wardrobe!!! All patients were required to wear that 'sickly costume', why would there be a need for wardrobe??! *eyes rolled*Anyhow, I made full use of it, hanging my Black T-shirt and jeans which I wore in the morning.

A writing desk complete with catalog and magazines. Safe Deposit Drawer was beside the bed too. Telephone for chatting pleasure. Of 'cos, not forgetting a personal TV hanging down from the ceiling, which shows special channels like HBO and plays music from my favourite radio stations.

You think I was happy? I was not! I was so scared I couldn't sleep that night. I kept the door wide open and lights on. Tiredness won me over and dozed off unknowingly.

When I woke up a couple of minutes later, the door was closed and the room was pitch black! I thank the inventors who put the lights control buttons by the bed. I switched on all lights again, got up, opened that heavy door again. I 'warned' the nurses NOT TO CLOSE THE DOOR AND NOT TO TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!

Little did I expect the nurses rotated their duties and the new batch of nurses (not knowing my orders) switched off all the lights and closed the door!
Practically, the whole night I was up and down my bed opening the door and switching on the lights.... *faint*

Why was I in hospital?

My post on 30th June... I was still wishing for a better July... instead, this was the big gift July gave me..... *sigh*

This was how it started....

Wednesday 1st July 11pm:
Felt a little prickly pain over at my gastric. Ignored. Went to bed.


Thursday 2nd July morning:

The pain didn't go away. Ate 'Bo Zhai Yun' and the pain subsided.
12-1pm:
My lower Abdomen started to cramp and my gastric pain came back. Went to see my family doctor. Someone who has been caring for my health since I was 10 years old. He is the only person who is familiar with my gastric pain.

Took 3 dosages of his medication. 1st and 2nd dosages eased the pain for only 4 hours. Whereby the medication should last for 6 hours. 3rd dosage soothed my pain for only 2 hours. That was a bad sign.
This was the first time after 3 dosages, my pain was not gone. My 6th sense told me something was wrong. Called my family doctor again, seeking for a stronger prescription and this was what he said: "The medication I gave you are very strong already. Something is not right. Go A&E."

Even my doctor who have cured my gastric pain so many times supported my 6th sense, I wait no further.

I went to KK hospital, thinking that they would have my records, since my boys were delivered there. But they rejected me, explaining that they handle "women's problems" only. Purely gynae related issues. Even though I semi-qualified, because of my lower abdomenal pain, but they said they will not cure my gastric.... *faint*

So off I went to Singapore General Hospital, the place where my dad breathed his last.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Song Sharing Sunday - #26

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Every Song reminds me of a person, an event, a place, a smell, a taste....a secret, do you have a song to share today?

As Long As You Love Me ~ Backstreet Boys







Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine
I'm leaving my life in your hands
People say I'm crazy and that I am blind
Risking it all in a glance
And how you got me blind is still a mystery
I can't get you out of my head
Don't care what is written in your history
As long as you're here with me

I don't care who you are
Where you're from
What you did
As long as you love me
Who you are
Where you're from
Don't care what you did
As long as you love me

Every little thing that you have said and done
Feels like it's deep within me
Doesn't really matter if you're on the run
It seems like we're meant to be

I don't care who you are
Where you're from
What you did
As long as you love me
Who you are
Where you're from
Don't care what you did
As long as you love me

As long as you love me

I've tried to hide it so that no one knows
But I guess it shows
When you look into my eyes
What you did and where you are comin' from
I don't care, as long as you love me, baby.



(Mr Linky has been giving me problem. Hence I've decided to strip it completely)
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Sunday, July 5, 2009

Song Sharing Sunday - #25

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Every Song reminds me of a person, an event, a place, a smell, a taste....a secret, do you have a song to share today?


Free Your Mind - En Vogue



I wear tight clothing, high heeled shoes
It doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute, no, no, no
I like rap music, wear hip hop clothes
That doesn't mean that I'm sellin' dope no, no, no
Oh my forgive me for having straight hair, no
It doesn't mean there's another blood in my heir, ya, ya
I might date another race or color
It doesn't mean I don't like my strong black brothers.

oh la la, oh la la, oh la la, oh la la
Why oh why must it be this way?
oh la la, oh la la, oh la la, oh la la
Before you can read me you got to learn how to see me, I said

Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don't be so shallow.
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don't be so shallow

So I'm a sister
Buy things with cash
That really doesn't mean that all my credit's bad, No
So why dispute me and waste my time
Because you really feel the price is high, for me
I can't look without being watched, and oh
You rang my buy before I made up my mind, OW!
Oh now attitude, why even bother
I can't change your mind, you can't change my color

oh la la, oh la la, oh la la, oh la la
Why oh why must it be this way?
oh la la, oh la la, oh la la, oh la la
Before you can read me you got to learn how to see me, I said

Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don't be so shallow…
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind don't be so shallow

Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don't be so shallow…
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind don't be so shallow....Free your mind!

oh la la, oh la la, oh la la, oh la la
Why oh why must it be this way?
Before you can read me you gotta learn how to see me, I said

Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don't be so shallow
free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don't be so shallow

Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don't be so shallow
free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don't be so shallow....Free your mind!


(Mr Linky has been giving me problem. Hence I've decided to strip it completely)
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Michael Jackson returning to Neverland

When I saw the headlines, my heart skipped a beat.
Various sources have claimed that Neverland will be opened to the public this Friday, as MJ's body will be transported back to his dream world.

Ever since the completion of Neverland, I had always wished that MJ would open it to the public.
Then again, its his own private fairyland....
I can believe the possible damage if its opened to the public...

I really want to go Neverland.
Much more than Disneyland.
I told Allan about this wish of mine.
Even though I know he would say no, which he eventually did, because of the absurdness of the idea itself, the short time frame and the infamous H1N1.

The only tiny little hope he gave me was "Oh well, if its opened to the public now, it would be in future too. So till then....sit tight and wait...."

*fingers crossed*