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May
26 2014

11:33 PM

Health

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Looking at the brighter side of things

There I was, lying in a hospital bed in the A&E department of Parkway East Hospital on May the 11th. Saline drip running into one hand, an oxygen clip on the other attached to a machine which hummed in tempo with my (racing) heart rate. I had no hands free to use my phone, so I had plenty of time to think.

About how I was discharged from the same hospital just two days ago after having been admitted for 2 nights.

About that high fever that has been going on for a ridiculously long time. (Two and a half weeks at that point in time, still ongoing today which makes it 4 weeks.)

About how I nearly passed out several times that day, which panicked me enough to sent me flying (okay, not quite) back to the A&E department the third time in a week.

Rewinding three weeks back, the holiday trip which seemingly sparked it all. A getaway which turned sour after I had about half of my cash stolen from my baggage (my first time ever having cash stolen abroad despite travelling frequently), which left me with no cash for the remaining 3 days there. And the high fever began as soon as I landed back in Singapore.

And how just 5 minutes ago, I was wailing my eyes out for almost an hour because the A&E nurse insisted on running the drip at the maximum rate. (I needed emergency rehydration, from the looks of it. And the tears weren’t helping.) After much whining and punching of the nurse call button, they finally acceded to running it at half the rate. The tears stopped, I got slightly more comfortable and started thinking.

I sighed.

Why am I so suay*?
(* – unlucky)

The thoughts continued further. I realized that hey, if my life was a movie, the happenings of the past three weeks would have made a pretty good drama serial. I began plotting in my head just for fun, a story about a female protagonist who seems to be hit by a string of bad luck one after another. (I can’t say much for the acting though.)

Another sudden realization. The previous three weeks is quite possibly one of the most happening periods in my life.

Stolen cash. High fever. Hospital Admission. Dehydration. Crying like a baby in the A&E.

Then for no particular reason at all, I started giggling. Not the high-pitched, loud girly giggling. (There was a younger girl resting in the bed next to me for intense abdominal pain and no way would I want her to think I was laughing at her.) But the silent kind of giggle.

Everything was an experience. Not a good one for sure, but an experience nonetheless. I now know what a holiday trip from hell feels like.

Suddenly, I just felt like taking a photo to remember that moment when I saw the brighter side. I attempted shifting the oxygen clip from my right hand to my drip hand … and promptly sent everything haywire. I couldn’t help but laugh a little again as I punched the nurse call button for the nth time that night. Oxygen clip replaced, I now had a free hand to take a selfie.

The bright side

Believe it or not, this photo kept me going for the subsequent week and beyond when I was re-admitted into hospital for even more investigations and drips. I got depressed for a while when I could do barely anything without feeling like I was going to pass out, but bounced back quickly.

All I had to do was to glance at that photo.

See that goofy looking girl with the drip in her hand and her tongue sticking out at you? That was you just X days ago, I told myself. And if she can still be as goofy, so can you.

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Feb
17 2014

How it feels to be partially deaf for a week

Oh boy, if only we are able to eradicate wax from our ears with the same mechanism as how we rid ourselves of our bodily wastes.

For the past week, I’ve been (and I still am) partially deaf, thanks to a completely blocked right ear. And what I can say after this entire experience is – never take the ability to hear for granted.

Speaking at a volume which most people consider as “normal” is a challenge. Because of the blocked ear, my voice reverberates inside my head as I speak, so I sound much louder (to myself) than I really am. So I end up speaking at a volume much softer than usual. Which also means I have to repeat myself more.

Trying to talk at my regular volume gives me a headache. (Thanks to my voice reverberating in my head.)

I can’t quite hear as well too – which also means my friends have to repeat themselves more.

And sometimes I just don’t feel like asking people to repeat themselves (and I don’t even want to explain how I can’t hear properly in one ear – because it invites a deluge of questions which I don’t want to answer) so I just nod my head and pretend I understood them.

Unless of course, they asked a question (which I didn’t hear).

Then, cue the awkward silence.

Feb
10 2014

Curiosity is not a sin

Dear parent sitting in front of me in The Endocrine Clinic last Saturday.

Your child was just being curious and exploring the waiting room. He was not disrupting anybody. He was just touching things, opening (empty) drawers, smiling at random people and satisfying his natural curiosity.

Even the clinic assistants were so smitten by him. He had run into the reception areas several times but still, he wasn’t getting into anyone’s way. He even had free sweets from the clinic assistants, who told him to “give some to your mummy and daddy, okay?”

So why oh why did you grab him so bloody hard that he started crying out loud?

“Why I ask you to come back you never come back? (sic)”
“I told you not to touch anything, so why you still touch? (sic)”
“I told you to sit down, why you still walk around? (sic)”

Please let the kid be. Kids are naturally curious. It’s not wrong to be curious.

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