No one other than Dearest was informed, and a friend accompanied me there that night...
The second doctor's cheerfulness and friendliness managed to calm me down amidst all the pain and distress. so i was a little more relieved to let her operate on me instead of the first doctor again. it's really important to get to communicate with your doctor before any operation takes place.

Picture taken from my bed. my ward is facing the nurses' front desk and very brightly lighted. how to sleep?!
I got a few hours to spare before being wheeled into the operation theatre again. so i spend my first few hours there playing with the controls around me other than the emergency button of course... trying to keep myself entertained and away from food. i bet the visitors at the next bed were wondering if i am some lunatic who just walked in to fool around with the ward amenities and have a bed to sleep on for the night =.=
what, people first time kena hospitalised la... cannot???
I was already asleep in my bed when i was woken up by a doctor with a handbag in her arms and is ready to get off work as soon as she's done attending to me. bad first impression. she needed two tries to get my vein! wtf, you think not pain one ah?
a plug was attached to my left hand in the morning, and on the right at night.

These left big ugly bruises on both my hands.
In the operation theatre, while all the nurses were busy attaching different machines and the breathing tube to me... my doctor squeezed in between two nurses just to say Hi to me. she even had a big smile plastered on her face.
among all the tired faces, she's the one who stood out the most. although smiling seems pretty weird at a time like this, but i really appreciate the efforts she's putting in to make me feel at ease.
I woke up an hour later when my anaesthetic worn off, feeling really hungry and craving for Macdonald's Sausage Muffin =.=
subsequently, i kept getting woken up by the nurses because they wanna check my BP, temperature and if i'm in pain.

White is Lemon flavoured. Yellow, pineapple. Blue, blueberry. Green, green apple.
At 6am, i was so hungry i was asking for breakfast and this is what i was given. breakfast is to be served between 800 - 830

Sausage Muffin with Egg to the rescue!!!
(i know i look damn ku ku)
An hour later, i was back at my bed with one of my all time favourite breakfast. i actually wanted pancakes... but eating pancakes with such a long needle attached to my right hand would be a bitch.
the lady at the next bed couldn't stop drooling at my breakfast. i totally understood why when breakfast was served, all she's able to have is porridge.
Breakfast was served late but i ate a little, 2 siew mai and chee chong fun. then i was pestering my nurses to discharge me early and to connect me to some departments regarding the payment.
i'm now having some disputes with KKH over the payment for the second surgery.
Valentines' Day...
well, nothing special for me since i wasn't feeling well. i was over at a friend's place so he cooked me my favourite Essence of Chicken with lots of wolfberries. then we played poker, winner gets to draw on the loser!
yeah, si bei childish... but it beats playing crossword puzzles.

Drawn by me!
Later that night, we went drinking with our friends at Shebang. bad move. it says on my medication to avoid alcoholic drinks. what was i thinking?!
Right now, i'm placed on 16 days hospitalization leave. but i don't wanna risk being sack when i'm back 16 days later. going on 16 days HL doesn't seems to be a sensible thing to do at this period of time either...
but again, working for the company doesn't mean that i've given my life to them!
I went back to the office earlier today specially to see my HR personally, but he's out for his medical check up. i talked to another boss instead. he didn't make a big fuss upon hearing the 16 days hospitalization leave. all he asked was if my HR was informed when i was hospitalized... yes he was, but i can tell over the phone that he's unhappy.
I'm really vexed la... if i do it the way they want, i feel like i've let myself down. if i don't do it the way they want, i'm gonna risk losing my job or my half year bonus in June.
If he's able to get upset even though i informed him 2 weeks beforehand of the possibility of an operation... needless to say, he'll go mad that the hospital extended my 5 days HL to 16 days after an operation went wrong.
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