I rather listen than talk

Life in the hospital

February 12th, the day i got discharged from the Hospital. And today marks the 1month and 14 days since the day i got discharged and the needles marks on both my hands are still visible. I remember the pain. It took the nurses 4 times for them to find my veins, how painful it was, how thin the needles were. The only thing i enjoyed was the Drip, this cooling liquid running through the veins (yeah i can feel it in my body). The only reason for a Drip is because before an operation we have to endure 12 hours of no food and drink and the Drip is a replacement so that we won't feel hungry, it's filled with glucose which means Sugar.

I remembered feeling very very scared before the operation. And when i got into the operating theatre, lying looking at the big lights, looking around to see all the doctors and nurses making sure my Blood Pressure was right, my Heart Rate was right, my Glucose level was right and rushing to get everything right. I remembered how really painful it was when the doctor injected the anesthetic into my body, worst painful feeling ever. I remembered blinking 5 times and suddenly it was dark. When i woke up, it felt like a dream, bright surrounding, seeing double figure, feeling very light, the doctors was calling my name, checking if i was okay because there were still a bit of anesthetic in me.

The nurses at CGH were really friendly. I remembered different nurses doing their round every hour in checking the patients Blood Pressure and body temperature. I remembered them waking us up every hour while we're asleep. I remembered the food there was really tasteless. And i would always pass it to whoever came to finish it up, because they will force the patient to finish at least 3/4 of the food especially if the patient just came out from an operation. I remembered the many pills i had to take. I remembered one of the other friendly patients in the ward, she was pregnant and there was something wrong with her spine, i hope she's doing fine now.

I remembered the family and friends who came to visit. I remembered the support and laughter they always came with. I remembered my phone was beeping non-stop from all the "Get Well" wishes from friends. I remembered all the phone calls from all my friends, i teared when i see their names because i hardly meet them now, Aisha, Shak, Bob, Hanafi and whoever else that i forgot. Hahaha!

Somehow i miss being in the hospital. I miss the nurses there. I miss the machine operated bed, which is very very comfortable. I miss the shower there. Basically i miss the surrounding there.

And i'm blessed to have never ending support from family and friends. Really blessed to have my parents by my side throughout the whole 3 days in the hospital. Love my parents <3 p="">