I'm back! But first of all, i would like to wish my best friend a very happy 22nd birthday as i wont be able to celebrate for her on the actual day itself. That explains the early celebration. Well, i'm back at my new house, with a disheartening condition. Was in the hospital on 11 March at 7am to register for my operation which will be held at 9am. First, you do all the registration stuffs and a person from the desk will then bring you up to your ward. As most of you know Mount Elizabeth is well-known for their foreign patients and i was indeed with 3 other indonesians patients. Changed to my operation gown and waited for my turn. 2 nurses came into the ward with a operating bed that you see in the movies and asked me to lie down so as to allow them to push me to level 1 where the operating threater is. I received several glares and stares when we were on our way there. Doctors and nurses came and when the clock almost strike 9am, i was being pushed into the threater. They gave me 2 injections and gone i was. At about 1.45pm, i heard voices so close and familiar to me that calls for me. "WEI QI, WEI QI" they called out for me. I was trying my best to wake up and i caught glimpses of my mum,sis,bro and other people such as doctors and nurses. That was happened in a short 5 seconds and i couldnt wake up. The whole night i was puking 10 packets of blood and breathing in and out of the oxygen mask with a huge tube inserted into my nostrils and also down to my throat. I was devastated and lost. Why must this happened to me? Why, Why and why? The whole family was there and i was feeling really sticky due to the uncontrollable puking of blood. The following morning nurses came and shower for me, fed me with water and medicine and i was told to stay as i am not feeling very well. To stay in a hospital is a feeling that no one ever wants. I know i am seriously ugly after the entire operation, my face bloat to the max, i cant eat, i cant shower, i cant walk and i cant talk. I feel so useless and lost. I had to fight on so as to get discharged. I cant sleep looking at the patients around me, they looked ill and pale and i know everyone is fighting on. Even when i got discharged, every night was just tears wiping my face. Buckets of them, no-one can ever feel how terrible the feeling is to be fighting on like this.I really thank those who message me well wishes and my family who took care of me constantly and giving me support. And my apologies for those whom i cant answer your calls as i cant talk for the moment. But i thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank You! It is indeed the weakest point of life but i will fight on till the end!
