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So. i had an op smack right in the middle of tz camp. i went to NUH. Kent Ridge Wing 2 on the morning of 13 Dec, 7.29am. I was nearly late - because i have a problem with getting out of bed. no, out of my sleeping bag. I just turned off the alarm, with a TALL TALL ambition that I would knoww to get up soon. Luckily, Charissa Khor and mel mak came to wake me up at 6.30. By then, i was 30 mins behind schedule. Good thing i packed the night before, so i threw on clothes and lugged my bag as i stepped out of the church gates. Attire for the day was jeans and vbs shirt. I was quite...nervous so i decided to just go with childlike faith - blood, ga or hospital stay, stitches, medicine or whatever stays.

reached the hospital and met with my parents. CHAY. they more nervous than me. changed into this nice blue hospital/operation theatre gown. i have doubts about hospital wardrobes but HAHA - i looked quite good. and i wanted to take a pic.

went into operation theatre. so anticlimax. i hopped up to the table myself and laid down myself. then, while waiting for prof. ho, i had an Amazing time talking with all those people. anaesthetist, nurses, this guy, my dentist the indian guy who looks less flabby now, the jason guy who will be slicing my gums open and stitching them back.

talked about stuff from school - to career, to hobbies to...elections ..to my operation. I had an iv needle inserted. We waited like half an hour for the prof to come, so by then, i was quite Bored/relaxed/even more nervous lying at the table. The room was cold.

the anaesthetist was this one cool guy. he looks so...relaxed and chatty, he feels kind of surreal. nvm my expression. Then, i sort of forgave the prof for coming late cos he was just very nice. i mean, sometimes, with age, male docs can show a bit more of affection without accusations of 'pervercy'. get me? it's the whole stereotype thing la. before they counted to 10, i slept =]

waking up, i remember feeling very sleepy. felt no pain so praise God. no pain at all. not even ANY sore throat which the doc warned me so many times about. I was just happily sleeping - but i was trying to wake up - to look around and just...yea, look around, cos i was enjoying the whole Process so far. So cool. whenever there are exams next time, just put me on GA. no worries.

then...what i didn't like was just the iv needle lor. i couldn't tie my hair. see- still got time to worry about my ponytail. shows it wasn't traumatising enough for me. ha. i was wheeeeled around back to the main building. IT WAS SO FUN. all the other hospital visitors/patients were like staring at me. probably thinking. ohdear, bless my soul. what's this young girl here for? HELLO uncle aunties, granpas and mas, you have no idea what kind of rambling road trip i'm on. i was so happy. then perhaps, they might have thought i had some mental disorder as well.

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yea. the docs came to visit me at my ward. and i was asking for my teeth. they were searching high and low. cos i said i really hope they din throw my four wise ones away. this doc bought me icecream since i was doing so well. So there was this mother who had a tumour removed at the neck beside me, another granny who had a fall since saturday and has been on and off consciousness. very sad. her 80 plus husband came and...it was just dramatic. he couldn't walk that much either and he was sobbing...i was trying so hard to look away. I have a SOGGY heart.

then, opp me was this girl who also removed her wisdom teeth. though i think it's only two. she looked so bloated and sad i felt DOUBLY happy and thankful for my own state. Then, there was this old granny who had to be tied to bed. cos she was VIOLENT. she kept disturbing everyone by saying she wanted to go home. then, there was this lady who looked super wrecked. no family members came to see her. so sad.

so, in conclusion, i was the most normal person in the ward. i finished up my whole dinner and had bonus icecream while everyone stared. i read the Bible and i wrote my journal. i chatted to the docs and laughed and wriggled my tongue and moved my mouth to prove to my dentist i was alright. They were like...can u feel my fingers on your cheek. and i was remarking. ye..ea...why not. they were quite...relieved? amused? so...they just..stared on at me and gave me thumbs up signs.

gosh. they looked ridiculous. especially the icecream-buying dentist. he's so tall and his pants are really too short. but they were VERY NICE. provided me with Live entertainment. the nurses were VERY nice too. They waited on me like anything and they had cute but really..weirdly colored uniforms.

i slept and had medicine and lactose dripped into me. i was the first in the whole ward to be off lactose - cos i was eating well =] i could call and chat on the phone and nurses cast glances at me. SORRY. but i felt really Abled. i just couldn't stand how i could feel my vein expand when the nurse punched in antibiotic/antiswell medicine into the tube. wasn't VERY painful. just paranoia.

nxt morning, i woke up at 7.30...and showered myself. with one hand. cos i was really very paranoid abt the needle thing. but turned out okay. i got up at night for restroom and i walked faster than the nurses. I had a chat with them along the corridor again. the ward at night wasn't scary. in fact, i wanted to change into the nurses' attire and help out. cos i felt quite rested ready. how shld i end off. im fine now...not THAT fine as before, but, better than expected?

ohwell. why do i need a concluding paragraph. this is the end. i hope it was abrupt.

kmli blogged at 12/16/2005 06:35:00 PM

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