Ever since I set my foot out of those damm doors of NUH, it seems like I have been getting really lazy to both think and write.
I guess it must be an after effect of those harrowing days, where my life is filled with nothing but boredroom and pain.
Still I forced my way through this post about my hospitialised days.
Which can be considered as a pretty summarised version of my days.

The shock

Felt pain on my left chest and semi fainted on the last last friday.
Was sent to the emergency department of NUH in probably 3hours time.
At there, X ray was taken efficently, and within 15mins it certified I have been the unlucky one and was diagnosed which this thing called "Pneumothorax"
In layman terms, I have a fucking hole in my left lung. And as air has escaped from it, the size of my left lung now is barely half of my right's.
Holy shit, that's new to me.
After the X ray,I was commanded to lie on the bed. 10mins later, the doctors fucking came in, like 15 of them to be exact.
They told be about my shitty condition and proceed on by telling me that they need to do a minor sugery on me like, immediately? WTF?
Just imagine this, at 3pm you are perfectly fine watching miyu hoshino porn and kaiji episode 25.
At 7pm you are fucking told you have a hole in your lung and you need a surgery. WOW!
According to the machine thing beside me, my heartbeat was at like 132~135 the moment they told me. Holy.
Either way, since I was like left with totally no choice, I gave in and allowed them to slice me up.

And when you don't want things to be efficent, everything needed for the operation was prepared in like 5minutes.
I was then told to strip infront of like 5 female doctors. Good thing is, I was too fucking scared to cause a boner at then.
Then then washed my left chest with this yellowish liquid, injected me three times with anethstetic.
And finally began to raise up the "knife". Epically, at this very moment my phone vibrate.

It was one of my tekken friends. He asked "eh you today going down to bugis anot?"
Me" I doubt so, I am like surrounded by 15doctors now and one of them is like cutting my left chest up."
He"Wtf, you talk shit la!"
Me"No I am like fucking serious, do you want to speak to the doctors?"
He"Okay okay, i believe you see you next week"

And even before I manage to hang up my phone.
AHHH! I could fucking feel blood flowing out of me, but suprisingly no pain at all ...
I turned my head to my left and holy shit, my body is cut up. Not exactly a big cut, but blood is running out from it furiously.
In a swift motion, the doctor then stuff a fucking thick tube into my lungs and stitch my wound up.
My first minor operation ever was done. Pheww.

I was then pushed to a near by emergency ward for the next 8hours, as all other wards are fully occupiped.
As soon as the anethstetic wore off. The pain came.
The slightest movment made by me would provoke the worst pain you can ever imagine.
And in addition of the constant shouting by doctros and beeping by medical devices in the ward, I did not get any sleep at all, it's like impossible.
During the stay, I witness people with their legs half gone, people with metal bars through their body and most of all half dying elderlies.
One of the more significant experience I would love to share is when a really old lady is pushed in to the sugery theartre with an oxygen mask on her.
And pushed out with her face covered by the blanket. You know what that means.
So after various horrifying experience, it was the relieve of my life to be pushed to a general ward at 4am the next morning.

For the following days, I literally lived like a pig.
Daily routine was to wake up at 6am in the morning, be fed 3 meals a day and finally and hopefully drive myself into dreamlands at 10pm.
The goal of my life capsized dramatically and my everyday gist was to wait for the earth to rotate.
The clock feels as if it's ticking at least 5times slower on those days and pain was constantly whirling on my left chest.
Panadols did help, but it's definetely not enough to place me into enough comfort.
This being so, it's really hard to sleep and the glaring afternoon sun only make things worst.

During this period of time, the only anticipation of my life was the visit of friends.
Being an asshole, it a surprise for me to have quite some visits from friends and even teachers.
I am so thankful and grateful for all those that visited me.

My second major operation was supposed to be done on the 18th but was drag all the way to the 21st.
The days during then was the worst.
I had to strave myself as I was on the waiting list of operation and I arent suppose to eat anything before operation.
That includes drinking, which also means, I can't have my pain killers too.
As the tube is still fixed inside my lungs and there is still a pretty big wound in my left chest.
The pain from it was unbearable, espcially during the hot afternoons when I sweat.
I finally understand the importance of pain killers at that time.

My second 6hr major operation was finally done on the monday morning.
I wasn't that scared this time round compared to the first as the doctors told me I will be unconcious.
I was pushed into the thearter at 8am in the morning and then doctors are all fully equipped with whatever they need.
This time round, I was stripped by a female surgeon instead of asking me to. lol.
Through the glucose tube on my hand, they injected me with some anethstetic.
And placed this anethstetic gas mask on me. I was asleep in probably 10seconds.
When I woke up, it was like 1.30pm or so.
And I was visually told I have like 2 more new tubes inserted into my chest and 2more new tubes inserted into my hand viens.
The nurses around probably thought I was still asleep and they pulled out the two tube on my viens, which is like so fucking long.
Ouch. I hope they did it earlier.
After which, I sleep in the ICU more few hours than was transferred back to my original ward.

The after effect of the anethstetic gas led me to feel nauseous for the entire day.
Like the previous 3days, I cant eat and drink too. Sucks.
Things only started to feel better on tuesday. And my condition was improving all the way till I was discharged.

More the details of my shitty experience.

Blood Test

Blood was drained from me everyday, so much that my right hand became completely out of blood on the 8th day.
Still, the dreadful blood test continued and those pricking needles moved over to the left side of my body.
The needle for glucose(I am sure you know wtf I am taking about) had to be changed once in 3days, and it leads to more pain and hole in me.
I have more holes in me than a high school girl now.

Oh and speaking about blood test. I have a really painful experience to share.
On the second sunday of my stay, this shitty amatuer nurse came and took blood for me.
She did not prepare her equipments properly and only after she injected the needle into me.
She realised she had forgotten the syringe, so she pulled the needle out again and went to look for the syringe.
So she came back, inject me again and when she was about to pull the blood out, her syringe was not properly placed.
And my blood just fly out of my and dirtied my bed.
Finally as there was no enough blood on my right hand and she only manage to fill half a tube of blood.
She had to pull out the needle again, pick another vien and inject into it.
As like the previous time, there was not much blood in me again.
So she like filled the tube up with water or something, injected this water thing into my hand really violently as if she was flushing the toilet.
To like pressure out the blood or something. Oh shit, that pain was terrible, I did't know the sudden rush of liquid into your vien could cause to much pain.
So after all the painful shit I had withstand, she finally manage to force out the blood and fill up the tube.
I am almost fainting after the entire shit.

I am no hero. I dislike pain.

Responding to call of nature

My method of responding to the call of nature changed too. As I my lungs are tied to a fucking tube through out the days.
I cant possibily leave bed. I had to use this water bottle thingy to clear my urine
And if I had to pass motion, I had to use this bowl thing to clear my anal excertion.

Also, I had consume more than 150painkillers over the 13days. And it kind of led to constipation.
The nurse than forced me to drink this yellow fluid thing to relieve it. And yeah, the unknown fluid tasted like shit.
Best part being, it did not help at all. FUCK.
As I type this, I am still having slight constipation.

Idotic Neighbours

I had to face two fucking idotic patients during my stay.

First was a really old indian and small guy which somewhat looks like an alien.
He keeps wanting to go down on bed even though the nurses told him not to.
And whenever somebody passes by him, he would like seek assitance to get down bed.
One of the victims happened to be my friend when he visited me. Fuck.
Also, this old guy keeps ringing the nurse bell for no apparent reason.
He keeps asking for orange juice even though the nurse had told him so many times that there is no orange juice.
Either it's milo or kopi, take it or leave it. He never stops anyway.
And what's more amazing is, there is once that he ringed the nurse bell and when the nurse came hurrily in assitance.
He begged for $5. Wow, that's funny.

Second, it was an ex-IMH patient. Another old chinese fella.
This guy is pretty similar to the first but worst. He keeps asking for stupid stuff from the nurse.
And he would try to hook up a convo with any stranger. At first, I thought that this asshole is just some kind of attention attracting guy.
But I only realised he is an ex IMH patient when the doctor came over and ask him for a re checkup in woodbridge lol.
Also, this guy is perfectly fine with 0 illness or whatsoever. But he treats the hospital like a hotel and simply refuses to get discharged.

I pity the nurses.

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Now, thats just a really summarised version of my Hospital exprience.
I have much more to add but I am just too lazy too. I might edit this post when I have the time to.
This post was also done in a total rush and there is no trimming or whatsoever. Sorry for bad grammar is any.

Hey take care man. Having any operation under GA can be considered serious and your was serious. It's good to know that you are recovering. Again take care.
» simplify (202.156.11.5) on 2008-04-27 11:57:32

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