CAUTION: Read at your own discretion. This post contains lots of medical jargons ( so not ) and explicit details of the situation as a whole. I’ve warned you. Hahaha
So sorry for being away for quite a while. This post is my way of making up for the lost times. Ya Allah I’m so considerate towards my uncertain number of readers/followers/stalkers hahahaha.
I was sick. Sick to the point of breakdown. The doctors gave up, I was made to sign a piece of document to justify my refusal of being admitted to the ward. At the end of the day, I don’t even have to. The whole hospital was full. If they still insist to keep me in their observation they might need to place me in the labour room, or the death bed. OK shut up.
It all started with, James Bond.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YA ALLAH THAT’S SOOO FUNNY. OK, you should see my face as I was typing this, I ain’t kidding.
A friend was in town and I was beyond thrilled to take him for a night out, and the latest Bond installation is out, Skyfall. Love it! Ever since Daniel Craig stepped into the scene, I’ve never been more impressed. I’m glued to the whole James Bond phenomenon. Pierce Brosnan, may you retreat to a peaceful retirement. Hahahahaha.
It goes by nature that I hardly order popcorn or drinks for the movies I watch in the cinema, to be frank I don’t even fancy watching movies at the cinema either. Most of the time back in KL my Mama will be the one suggesting to go out for a movie. I just don’t do movies in the cinema quite well. OKKK back to the real time, my friend was being generous and he gave me a treat, a hot dog. I highly suspected that thing was the source of the near pandemic. I knew it. Coz I didn’t consumed anything huge before that. Is tapioca chips that I had as snacks few hours before is counted as a meal?
Blah blah blah the movie ended blah blah blah bond girl is hot and she died after she got shagged as predicted blah blah blah went back home and had a good night rest. Woke up the next morning, had the urge for the toilet bowl. Visited the bathroom for that call of nature. Took my pants off ( ooooo explicit hahaha ), and then, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuushhhhhhh. The sound of water flushed out from my backdoor. HAHAHA. I was soooo shocked I thought I urinated. But I didn’t. What was that??? It happened the whole day, summed up to more than 20 times. Yes it was a lot, and nasty.
Like a normal diarrhoea cycle, It should just walk off after a day, That’s how it usually occurs on my body. But it didn’t. And this time around, only water came out! No solid was at sight! The same thing the next day. I took myself to the hospital for some consultation, and the doctor was being persistent, I need to be taken care of in the ward. But the ward was full. What’s up with the limited number of bed?
Woke up on the third day, the same vicious cycle, I was purging water like the pipe is loose. I can’t take control of my outlet. I was dehydrated. Situation was getting worse as I was getting muscle aches and cramps, particularly over my shoulder. A sign of salt imbalance due to loss of bodily liquid. My friend advised me on that. I’m no expert in this field. I was alone, my friend was away to the town to settle his business, and I was dying ( ok exaggeration ). I need to live. I love my life. Let’s check out the hospital again. This time to the emergency ward.
And that’s how i ended with that branulla stucked to my wrist. oooo my wrist is soo slim, actually I do benefit something from this diarrhoea thing hahaha. Cheated my way in to the emergency, convinced the doctors that I was advised by the doctor that consulted me the day before to go straight to the ER. What can I do with it, I was shrinking, I drink a lot to recover for loss of water yet my urine is soo thick, my body wasn’t absorbing much. I was infused with a litre of that saline solution. Alhamdulillah thank Allah I’ve made the right decision. Though have to pay extra for the taxi hahaha.
The doctors and nurses constantly asking where’re my family members, why am I alone. They just worried that if anything goes wrong, they might just have to push me into the garbage as no one might claim my corpse OKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK SHUT UP!
That is painful. Not at the moment when the nurse poke my skin. As the treatment goes your wrist became stiff, it made texting and BBM-ing, whatsapp-ing, FB-ing, twitter-ing and anything social networking a stressful ordeal. Much hate, hahaha.
I asked the nurse where can I get the pilow, and she told me they don’t have any –___--
Music and social networking as the time killer. Left hand as put to use as right one is down for the day.
Taking the advantage of the whole blood testing thing, I asked the male attendant to check my blood type coz I had no clue what kinda blood I have. OK I’m an O positive. O as in universal donor. A statement to prove that I might be a saint after all. BAHAHAHA shut up now.
I just have to add this in. There was this lady, few beds away, to be exact just in front of me actually, was screaming at the top of the Himalayas to express her pain. It was scary and my first thought was whether she was pregnant. I asked the nurse, and to find out that she is suffering from some sort of mental trauma or something. OK a mentally unstable sick person was just 3 steps away from my bed. Just imagine if she went all amok and came to me and took a bite of my ass. OK enough of insult, she’s innocent. She was constantly screaming “ YA ALLAH YA AMPUN YA ALLLAH SAKIT SAKIT YA AMPUN”
Ironically, the guy next to me had the same traumatic experience at the ER too. I was soo not sure of his sickness but he kept on screaming “ HOT HOT ENOUGH. HOT HOT “ everytime the nurse is putting something on him, I thought so. If hot oil treatment was what he was getting, the nurse should better be coming to my bed coz my shoulder was aching!!!
Dear Siti Nurhaliza, I’ve recovered. Back to my own healthy self now. Enough of being worried. You can focus on your concert in Kuantan. Though I’m never gonna be physically there, you know my support goes a long way. Just for you.