Hey guys

 

Recently i found out how much a person like me could actually miss school? And, how much my friends actually cared about me

 

My plans "what i would do during my lil' stay at SGH"

 

1. invite all my friends and have a little chill session over at my ward? After all i paid for my stay at sgh so i gotta make the best

use out of it!!

 

2. disturb alll the other patients. ya la like what else could i do man.

 

 

Well, i accomplish none of e above. For fs la its like the moment i walk into the hospital it seemed like a stupid joke.

I walked in wearing complete black, the nurses thought my dad was having the operation? ANd FFS, they told me to shave

and i didnt know how to. Ahhhhhhh.  I mean like , how am i supposed to know how to shave??  I dun wanna shave my  1mm

long beard and i dun shave my legs? ah dammit, in the end the nurse had to shave me. ANd i swear! dammit ,shaving is like the

most ticklish thing that could ever happen to a man haha. It was sooooooooo ticklish omg , it was almost as ticklish as removing

my stitchesfrom e op. haha

 

As they were wheeling me into the surgery room, the surgeon guy was as king sooooo many questions like "are you phillipino?"

argh omg it like asking me am i the suporter of that communist peep, mao.

 

Bloody shit, i woke up from the surgury coughing so hard, my chest hurt evertime i breathed in. It was horrible

And MR Mark the great guy didnt want to go back to sleep because....  Why ah? I also dunno la

 

ok, so many stuff happen during the stay afterthe op, over at the high dependency ward. Theres like so many ECG wires

connected to me and dunno what other crap that was on me. The nurses didnt allow me to go toilet so i had to pee in a

jar, yea, and they all wanted to have a good look at me.   ****la

 

I got back my phone, saw the messages, and at that time , i was in so much pain, i didnt even want any visitors, i just wanted

to sleep. That night for some reason i was shaking like hell. I remember really hating the feeling, of helplessness. I could barely

move my arms, let alone sms or take any pics. Ya, i took some, its on my blog. One of it is of this tube which went into my veins,

2 cm in. SO that i could get energy la, the drip, so i put my hand one way, salt solution would be flowing into me, i put my hand the

other way, my blood would practically flow out. ffs i hated that

 

Looking on the bright side, i made friendswith the 60 year old aunty, i received a card from the nice poly peeps and bert said

i was gonna look like britney spears for some reason haha ye, i took a pic of e card, i like it alot la, its really encouraging.

Should have seen the look on my face when i got it.

 

And oops, i didnt disturb anyone and there wasnt a chill out session with my frnds over at my ward... dam. But maybe it was

better that way

(date of op 14 april 08)

Look at the pics i took, i went through painful measures to get them literally