I am Alive!
I got the gall bladder removed last Friday. It was a quick decision as I had the pain attack again in office on Wednesday morning. My colleagues were concerned and advise me to get rid of the pain once and for all, rather than suffering the pain weekly. I called my doctor and she said the same thing. So, I found myself on the hospital bed again on Thursday evening. The hospital wall fully occupied and no room for me earlier…"Can u imagine that!?" - Hospital are like 5 star resorts nowadays, if u wanna stay there, u gotta book early or wait for the room to be available, unless u r in very critical condition, then go to ER.
Anyway, I see it as a blessing for not checking-in so early, there will be mushrooms growing all over my head as it is so bored to stay in hospital - moreover my worries and anxiety will shoot up higher than the twin towers just by sitting there waiting for the surgeon to cut me open.
It was a coincidence that Thursday was J-Card day, so as usual, I landed there for some "retail therapy" before the 1st surgery in my life…hehehe
How was the surgery like? Well, it felt like I have been stabbed 4 times at diferent location of my abdomen after the anesthetics wear off. But, I was given pain killer - so it was bearable. Still, nothing beats the pain of child labour 
The only time I felt very uncomfortable was when the anestheticians administer the anesthetics into me intravenously. He is not a friendly doctor and just cannot wait to get the job done (He did not even introduce himself and I don’t even know his name). I can clearly see the 4 big tube of shringes he pushed into my veins with force - and when the last tube of some white substance is pushed into me, my whole hand felt very pain and cold and then I just pass out. When I woke up, I was still feeling very giddy but I can see that I was lying on my bed outside of the operating theatre. I felt very very uncomfortable for a while and the nurse attending to me kept asking me, "Where pain?" But, I just fall back to sleep shortly after cause I felt so so weak.
When I woke up again several hours later, I was already in the ward and I felt better already. Only during evening time I managed to got up from the bed and went to the toilet and see for myself the 4 holes. All were stitch up already and covered with plaster. For the next 2 days, I walked like an old lady with a bad back problem.
Today I am ok already! Yeahhhh….
I want to take this opportunity to thank all the people who have been praying for me and also my mom who loan me a maid last minute to take care of me, household chores and Zoe. The surgeon advise me not to carry Zoe too much as it might hurt the wounds. But, I still carry her laa, gently lor…
After this episode, I pray that I would not need to have anymore hospital stay for ever and ever…Amen 
Huu…Huu….
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