hey blog!
im a bit better now.
at least i can move about more.
just that my arm can't, like, move haphazardly at extreme angles.

other than that, im as per normal!
except, you know, the patch of dressing.
but otherwise im much better now haha.

okay well, blog lemme tell you abt my operation.
*stomach growls suspiciously*
i always feel like shitting everytime i get excited.
ergh. hang on yeah.

back!
oh how fast was that?
5mins?

okay,
so b4 i got into the op theatre,
the nurse had to poke me with this thing.
so that a tube could connect to it and send the anaesthetics into my bloodstream.
yeah, that otherwise unfortunately sharp thing.
she searched for a vein to poke it into, on my left hand.
so i kep quiet while not looking, and she was like
"wah not bad leh you...*something**something*..good ns"
i was like, erm, okay.
so it was like left there for half an hour.
she came back.
"sorry, your operation is on your left shoulder right?"
"oh God." i knew it.
"yeah, i made a mistake.
"oh God no." i knew it.
"it should have been on the right one instead"


hello?
HELLO?
what do you think my veins are?
painless, plain dough, you just poke into for fun?
"um, okay, but can't you just make me asleep st b4 poking it the 2nd time?"
"i'll consult my senior, and hopefully we'll make you sleep 1st"

okay lah,
i didn't wanna cause a ruckus over being poked at wrongly.
it didn't hurt that much anyway.
just that, you know, the feeling of something sharp in you?
eeeh*shivers*

yeah, so once in the op theatre the doc put this gas thing over my mouth.
and i wasn't falling asleep yet.
in my heart i was like why am i not falling asleep?
i do NOT want to be AWAKE when the OPERATION IS GOING ON!
HELLO!
as if reading my mind the main surgeon connectd a tube to the thing that was poked in me.
i felt the fliuds flowing in, as if my veins were growing fatter,almost exploding.
i remember something like
"you'll feel a bit of pain"
as he started to let the fluids flow.
then *POOF*
it was all dark man.
it was damn cool lah plz.


the nx moment i woke up with a nurse in front of me.
she was like,
"do you feel pain?"
i thought it was a joke.
my left arm was really feeling weird and different by then.
so i kept quiet.
she asked again.
so i was like
"of course lah nurse haha"
laughing but in a dazed manner cuz i was like half-conscious at that time.
another nurse came in wanting to show what was removed,
and then left murmurin
"we'll wait until he's properly awake"
it was like, a surreal experience i tell you.
like, i was high.
high and sub-conscious and muttering chinese to a malay nurse.
and she was like
"speak malay dear, im a malay"*in malay*
i was like, what? i spoke chinese?
then the earlier nurse came in again to show me the tumor.

it ws like, a lump, with bits of myself around it.
myself meaning my flesh.
and it was contained in a diluted bloody solution.
i was like,
"um, okay."
"do you wanna show it to your parents?"
"um, no, my mom would get shocked"
"haha okay"

a doctor came in.
"any pain?"
okay, this has got to be a joke. a big one with the hidden cameras to surprise you.
"of course lah doctor"
"but is it bearable?"
"well, yeah, i guess."
"you need painkillers?"
for some reason, i said
"no"
a nurse came in.
"you were supposed to fast since 12mn ytd right?"
"yeah, um, 11.55"
"haha. would you like some milo?"
"nno its okay, im fine."
okay.

5 mins later.

"would you like some milo? you havent had anything right?"
"no its okay nurse, im fine haha."
"you need painkillers?"
"no its okay im quite fine nurse."
and for the 3rd time she insisted i had milo.
"you hate milo?"
"um, no. just that, you dont have to trouble yourself"
"we wanna see whether you'd vomit."
"oh, if thats the case then okay then."

so the malay nurse came with a a tray of milo and biscuits.
she then explained my mc had my name spelled wrongly.
so i was like
"thanks, and it's okay nurse, im nt working so i don't need the mc"
she insisted that the mc was important and was panicking at my wrongly-spelt name.
muh zhafri.
well apparently the d ran away from the keyboard.

"it's okay" for the 90millionth time
"its fine, and yeah im fine without the biscuits and without the mc"
she smiled.
"wouldn't it be great if all patients were like you?"
i just smiled.
well, i never knew patiens would get angry without their milo and biscuits and properly spelt mc.
oh come on your mc has your nric number on it right?

so when i was discharged(on the day itself)
i was still in the patient uniform, and had to change.
so another nurse sorta, hugged me all the way to the toilet.
she was like " don't walk so quickly!"
and im like "um, are you gonna hug me all the way?"
she laughed and left me in the toilet.
well apparently she thought i needed help walking, but i was quite fine UNTIL...
GOD i tell you, the moment i wanted to wear my shirt,
my arm was like effing effing f f.
but it was bearable.
just that i cudn move it.


then i rejoined with my parents outside,
my mom who was a bit annoyed at being told she cudn be shown the removed tumor in case she got shocked.
my father. well, just being himself.
cool and laughing and like "you look like you're gona faint" *sarcastically*
yeah, thanks.
i dunnoe how much blood i lost, how many nerves and veins and muscles were torn.
and that was exactly what i wanted to hear.
haha.
but both my parents were fine of course.
sufficiently concerned from my father's part, and excessively from my mom.
naturally.

when i got home i felt very queasy and wanted to vomit anytime i ate.
but those are fine.
they did warn me of sore throat, gum damage and nausea.
but i hadn't had anything.
there wasn't anything to vomit out anyway.


so, some days later here i am now.
i had 7 stitches.
oh yeah and you knw what?
the stitches are usually black right, and mine are like,
sky blue.
yeah thanks doc, i do look like a 7yr old right.

sooooo, after that very long post.
i wish you to wish me well okay blog.

ive to be off to wish shawn ang hpy bdae haha.

till then,
toodles~