Home at last. And seriously, I would rather be somewhere else chatting with friends and drinking tea than sit here alone.
But I was given strict orders to stay in bed and walk a bit when needed 'til my wounds heal completely. Argggghhh. I am not the type who sit all day watching YouTube ( yeah, there were times...hahah) but it gets old quickly, I want my days to be filled with activities and chores. Damn. How can I be busy without stretching too much muscles ( and my wounds) ?
It was early last Monday that I got admitted to the hospital.I slept early and started fasting by 9pm. The next day I was feeling nervous to be packing my stuff for a different reason. My lovely partner with less sleep was ( of course) arrived half an hour early looking fresh while I searched him in the lonesome hospital lobby. We watched CNN while waiting for the In-Patient reception to open. When all paperwork were done we were picked up by a male nurse and escorted us to my room. We were happy to see that it was "homey" and there's a sofa bed just right beside the patient bed. We were fooling around before the nurses gave me instructions pre-surgery. It was indeed our first time to spend the night together and sleep in two separate beds. Haha.
He took a photo of us with my hospital gown on. Gee. I look hideous. Oh well.
Then it was half past seven when they took me away...
I lost count on how many times they took blood and stick needles on my skin. Both my arms and hands were bruised badly.When I arrived the surgery room I started feeling nauseous. Gosh, this is IT. I met my doctor and had a brief chat before a male nurse tricked me to thinking he's just putting oxygen mask. Then in less than 10 seconds I drifted to somewhere with unicorns and no memory.
I had no idea how long the procedure lasted. With my blurry vision I could see from afar that the wall clock says 1030. I started mumbling and asked the question I needed to ask after the operation. "Did he remove it? " ...
My teeth were chattering the whole time. But I couldn't tell if it was cold or not. I felt like my body was just laying there with me helpless and numb. Then instantly I found myself with him waiting in the room. I felt like half drunk and half insane. I felt confused and relieved at the same time. Everything happened so fast ( I didn't even hear any one in the surgery room talking about passing the scalpel, making the cut, removing the culprit and viewing my internal organs in that 32inch flat screen). It felt surreal. It was more like I was knocked out and voila! DONE.
That day I couldn't move. They put a cathether so going to the toilet wouldn't be such a drag. I looked helpless but thank God that I was not alone. My boyfriend was feeding me and checking on me making sure everything was fine.
When evening came, when my relatives started pouring in to check on me that's when the real challenge occur. I had to control myself from laughing or my whole belly area will hurt so bad. It was really hard! When there's a 7 and a 4 year old singing the Frozen songs nonstop with their equally comedic mothers, believe me I rang the nurse for painkillers afterwards. They were hilarious and I can't control myself. They left when visiting hours was finished and then it was only me and my partner (who was both charming and irresistable) looking after me and slept in that cold sofa bed wrapped in sheets.
The next day was the hardest. When the cathether was removed and I have to walk to the toilet that's when all hell breaks loose. The pain was unimaginable. I called the nurse for painkillers every two hours. The gas they had induced in my tummy for the surgery was circling 'round making every move a real pain in the A$$. They asked me to move around so I could pass gas. Damn! That would be the most unattractive thing I could do in front of my boyfiriend.
The days that followed become more bearable. But I was left alone in the hospital when he returned to work. I was sad and bored. It was later in the evening on the 3rd day that I was released. My cousin picked me up and brought me to my flat. I felt more comfortable in my own place that I finally managed to pass gas and stool. Man! Seriously, it felt like I won a million bucks after that! My body sort of automatically went back to its normal programming. Hehehe...
Lesson Learned : 'really need to look after ourselves more seriously especially as we get older. When I turned 30 last January my body kinda gave me a hint that it needs to be taken care of more aggressively in a way that I need to be more sensitive to my choices of food and have plenty of rest and regular check ups. With the kind of job I have-irregular timings and abnormal sleeping patterns, it can really do so much negative effects on me.
I started feeling that there was something wrong in me early last year but I just walked it off . Only after my birthday when I did a general check up that it was confirmed that an alien thing ( in my case, in medical term- a chocolate cyst) which is not made of real chocolate was growing inside of me. It needs to be removed considering its size and a possibility of a rupture which can complicate the status of my internal organs. Thank God that it was early detected before it could create more havoc.
We are solely responsible for our own well-being. Don't ignore what your body is telling you. And don't be careless in eating just because it taste good it's good for you. At the same time don't eat it just because it's cheap and it's less calories. The nutrients are still much more important than the taste and the calories. Spend time creating menu that is easy to cook, won't break the bank and tastes good. There's so many resources available to make it possible. That's actually my ultimate plan after this. I am not even an inch close to being a good cook but hey, if others can why can't I?
But I was given strict orders to stay in bed and walk a bit when needed 'til my wounds heal completely. Argggghhh. I am not the type who sit all day watching YouTube ( yeah, there were times...hahah) but it gets old quickly, I want my days to be filled with activities and chores. Damn. How can I be busy without stretching too much muscles ( and my wounds) ?
It was early last Monday that I got admitted to the hospital.I slept early and started fasting by 9pm. The next day I was feeling nervous to be packing my stuff for a different reason. My lovely partner with less sleep was ( of course) arrived half an hour early looking fresh while I searched him in the lonesome hospital lobby. We watched CNN while waiting for the In-Patient reception to open. When all paperwork were done we were picked up by a male nurse and escorted us to my room. We were happy to see that it was "homey" and there's a sofa bed just right beside the patient bed. We were fooling around before the nurses gave me instructions pre-surgery. It was indeed our first time to spend the night together and sleep in two separate beds. Haha.
He took a photo of us with my hospital gown on. Gee. I look hideous. Oh well.
Then it was half past seven when they took me away...
I lost count on how many times they took blood and stick needles on my skin. Both my arms and hands were bruised badly.When I arrived the surgery room I started feeling nauseous. Gosh, this is IT. I met my doctor and had a brief chat before a male nurse tricked me to thinking he's just putting oxygen mask. Then in less than 10 seconds I drifted to somewhere with unicorns and no memory.
I had no idea how long the procedure lasted. With my blurry vision I could see from afar that the wall clock says 1030. I started mumbling and asked the question I needed to ask after the operation. "Did he remove it? " ...
My teeth were chattering the whole time. But I couldn't tell if it was cold or not. I felt like my body was just laying there with me helpless and numb. Then instantly I found myself with him waiting in the room. I felt like half drunk and half insane. I felt confused and relieved at the same time. Everything happened so fast ( I didn't even hear any one in the surgery room talking about passing the scalpel, making the cut, removing the culprit and viewing my internal organs in that 32inch flat screen). It felt surreal. It was more like I was knocked out and voila! DONE.
That day I couldn't move. They put a cathether so going to the toilet wouldn't be such a drag. I looked helpless but thank God that I was not alone. My boyfriend was feeding me and checking on me making sure everything was fine.
When evening came, when my relatives started pouring in to check on me that's when the real challenge occur. I had to control myself from laughing or my whole belly area will hurt so bad. It was really hard! When there's a 7 and a 4 year old singing the Frozen songs nonstop with their equally comedic mothers, believe me I rang the nurse for painkillers afterwards. They were hilarious and I can't control myself. They left when visiting hours was finished and then it was only me and my partner (who was both charming and irresistable) looking after me and slept in that cold sofa bed wrapped in sheets.
The next day was the hardest. When the cathether was removed and I have to walk to the toilet that's when all hell breaks loose. The pain was unimaginable. I called the nurse for painkillers every two hours. The gas they had induced in my tummy for the surgery was circling 'round making every move a real pain in the A$$. They asked me to move around so I could pass gas. Damn! That would be the most unattractive thing I could do in front of my boyfiriend.
The days that followed become more bearable. But I was left alone in the hospital when he returned to work. I was sad and bored. It was later in the evening on the 3rd day that I was released. My cousin picked me up and brought me to my flat. I felt more comfortable in my own place that I finally managed to pass gas and stool. Man! Seriously, it felt like I won a million bucks after that! My body sort of automatically went back to its normal programming. Hehehe...
Lesson Learned : 'really need to look after ourselves more seriously especially as we get older. When I turned 30 last January my body kinda gave me a hint that it needs to be taken care of more aggressively in a way that I need to be more sensitive to my choices of food and have plenty of rest and regular check ups. With the kind of job I have-irregular timings and abnormal sleeping patterns, it can really do so much negative effects on me.
I started feeling that there was something wrong in me early last year but I just walked it off . Only after my birthday when I did a general check up that it was confirmed that an alien thing ( in my case, in medical term- a chocolate cyst) which is not made of real chocolate was growing inside of me. It needs to be removed considering its size and a possibility of a rupture which can complicate the status of my internal organs. Thank God that it was early detected before it could create more havoc.
We are solely responsible for our own well-being. Don't ignore what your body is telling you. And don't be careless in eating just because it taste good it's good for you. At the same time don't eat it just because it's cheap and it's less calories. The nutrients are still much more important than the taste and the calories. Spend time creating menu that is easy to cook, won't break the bank and tastes good. There's so many resources available to make it possible. That's actually my ultimate plan after this. I am not even an inch close to being a good cook but hey, if others can why can't I?
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