And yes! It really has been awhile since I last wrote. OK. Straight to the interesting part. I have been working like really really absolutely hard. Despite the point. Actually, I have been left home alone for 42 days. Yes! Exactly 42 days it is. My parents and my little brother went for Hajj. I am so happy that they had the chance to go for Hajj this year. How I miss the Azan from Masjidil Haram.
A week before they left, I have been coughing really bad so I thought it was no big deal. Days go by, it turns out to be 2 weeks with a deadly bad cough. I have gone through 2 different types of Antibiotic course. I keep on getting on and off fever and come to a time I couldn't even get up from bed with a bad body ache. I consulted my personal handsome doctor, my lovely big brother on Raya Haji. He advised me to have a thorough check up at KPJ Selangor nearby my house. I always loved KPJ Selangor. The doctors and nurses are so welcoming.
After my long awaited check-up. I was diagnosed with lung infection, also known as Pneumonia. Scary but true. The doctor shows my X-Ray with all the blurry side on my lungs. Got me thinking for a while how a smoking person lungs would have look like.
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The Medical Officer that was on duty during that day was such a heartthrob. He looks exactly like my big brother, with the Chinese looking face. He asked me what time did I took my medicines. I answered, "Umm, 12pm..8pm...and 12pm". Shazanaaaa..If you want to get well quicker you have to be consistent in taking your medication. You can't even miss a minute or a second from the exact time. I was like..Darn! I was caught! So he gave me another antibiotics course for 4 days. I was stranded in the house couldn't go out to make my cough go away once and for all and happily it did. So over excited for the disappearance of Mr Cough here, I bought a bus ticket for a trip to Johor Bahru to visit my brother and sister in law. To make things more interesting, my sister in law was being admitted into the hospital to give birth early due to her health condition. I was in luck.
I arrived in Johor at 3am on a Friday. Was being picked up by my aunty and uncle since my brother was full loaded at the hospital, he was oncalled that night. I was being sent to the hospital where my brother worked at that night itself.
My brother and I had loads of fun in the hospital. I always had this one fear every time I am there. Stay away from cadaver and the "house of the dead". They'll give you nightmares that could last up to more than a week. My weekend in Johor was a blast. Blast of eating actually. My aunty and uncle bring me all sorts of places to eat! I was fully bloated for days. At one time we were eating at a Steamboat corner, I received a message from my brother stated that he is a father. We rushed to the hospital at once. I was so overwhelmed that finally I am an aunty after all. I have been searching for the right name for my lovely cute niece to call me and suddenly it just strike my mind. I want her to call me "TIA". It means "aunty" in spanish.
It turns out when I reached the hospital, she doesn't have a name yet. So I looked at her, and she looks definitely like a "honey". I called her Honeybee! Welcome to the world Honeybee! Tia love you lots.
With all the love of the newborn. I finally met my brother. He looks so glad. Oh! forgotten! The kid name is "Airis Lutfiyyah". I went back to KL the next day.
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OK. Back to the story. I took a bus as early at 9am. Was being sent by my brother, sad to go home but just had too since I'm working on that day. Bus stopped at Terminal Bas Selatan, I took a train to go home and picked up my car to go to worked. Exhausted indeed. I couldn't even catch my breath. I worked well. Skip dinner, went for a nap. Approximately around 11.30, my stomach was aching. It felt like one of my typical gastric attack. I hold on to it until I finished work and drove straight back home. Ate my medicine and waited for a while. It recurred around 3.45am. I couldn't sustain it anymore than. Tried to called my friend, she was fast asleep. I called my cousin who stayed just a few blocks away. He sent me to the hospital and I went through the Emergency lane. I was bending and couldn't breath and feeling rather nausea at that time.The doctor that was oncall that night gave me my normal medication as per my records, but nothing seems to worked. The pain got stronger until around 5.30am, the doctor gave me another medication that had to be injected at my butt. Slowly the pain subsided. I took a light nap, and was being admitted at 7am. The next morning my specialist came by, he told me that my blood test result shows that I have a stomach infection.
Horror indeed. I was being admitted for 3 days all alone. On the 2nd day I was down with fever. The pain is still there, but not as bad as earlier but my specialist says that I'm good to go. I had to go home by taxi when I discharged. Sad but true. After a few days, my parents and little brother came back from Hajj. I picked them up at KLIA. The day after I had a follow up checked up with my specialist. As he examined my tummy, came across one side of my tummy that was so dreadfully painful. He stated that my appendices was infected from my stomach infection earlier. He asked when was my last meal. I told him last night. He said "Good. Lets prepare for surgery today at 3.30pm". My first operation at my mid age. Not proud of it at all. Feeling rather scared and nervous at the same time.
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Feeling rather scared the first time I took a deep breath at the sleeping gas. I woke up when I realised I was suffocating and couldn't breath. It was done. The operation had gone very smoothly and successfully. The pain was intense. The first thing that strike my mind. What was the time? I asked the nurse that was taking care of me at the recovery room. He told me that it was 6.15pm. I was on an oxygen masked. Then I remembered the time I was suffocating. I was thankful when I woke up. I started to move my leg. I couldn't sleep at all. My mother told me that I woke up and start talking too fast. She got worried. I wanted to walk to the bathroom. She wouldn't let me. I waited until 9pm to have my first sip of water, feeling dehydrated from the start even though I was on drip completely.
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Alhamdulillah I recovered fast. On the night of the operation, I started walking to the bathroom since I couldn't sustain to pee. I discharged on the 3rd day. Have been walking around a lot. After one week, I have fully recovered. I started doing my ordinary chores. Except I still couldn't start working. I get tired too fast. I couldn't lift up heavy stuff. Get tired talking. Always have to get assistance from my little brother and always being bullied. Since I am utterly bored, I started a Mr. Bean marathon and lots and lots of online shopping.
Looking forward to start working on the 20th feeling all fresh and new. Got myself thinking that my job is not that bad after all. Will be uploading the online shopping "stuff" that I got soon. Till then.
xoxo
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