Thursday, November 09, 2006

Life Support

As I was settling in after being admitted to the hospital for Acute Tonsilitis, I looked around the room for the nearest power point to the bed so that I could plug-in my phone charger.

My eyes finally locked on to the panel above my bed where a series of switches, panic button, vacuum & oxygen valves, a wired remote control for the tv, reading lights and a call button linked to the nurse station, another lightswitch and a couple of power outlets; 1 occupied by a plug presumably for the bed and the other, vacant, but clearly marked by a red switch button. Great!

Before I could slam my charger in the socket, R interrupted and said, "Hey! That's for emergencies only!"

"Like Life Support Machines and what not!", he continued.

I looked at him in disgust, wiggled my phone and charger and said, "This iiiisssss a life support machine, idiot!"

We laughed. T'was insane.

He agreed, "Oh yea, aar?!"

It's been plugged in ever since, and it's probably what's kept me alive! ;p

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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

A cute tonsilitis..

Acute, rather!

It's been 4 days since my throat began to hurt. You know, one of those 'pain-per-talk', 'tears-per-swallow', 'pay-per-view' moments... Even my left ear hurt. It felt like it's being shoved too deep with a q-tip!

On day 1, I went to the ER at SJMC to get it checked. Turned out, other than a sore throat I had coughs too, and was wheezing pathetically. They put me on Neb treatment for awhile, and sent me home with a lab of drugs and a hefty bill. I popped 'em as soon as I got in the car and off I went. I almost forgot I had a throat! Anyway..

Day 2, I woke up with a sharp pain in my ear and throat. I popped more Cattaflam to rid the pain. After awhile it worked albeit slower, and was running out of it. I decided to go back to ER for stronger ones so I didn't have to pop more often. A different doctor checked me out, prescribed supposedly stronger painkillers and anti-inflams and a sick cert. I thought, great.. Just when I needed to score more brownie points from my manager during the appraisal period, doctors are throwing MC-planes at me! Argh!

Day 3, I woke up from a bad dream which related to my tonsilitis. It could've won the Oscar's, I tell ya! It's 3.45am, and the pain was excrutiating! I popped some Ponstan and shot to the ER again. Given the pain, and the time, I could only comprehend the MO as saying, "You've got a cute tonsils and I want to get you admitted so they could start you on anti-bio IV immediately."

Cute?! Acute Tonsilitis actually ;p

For some reason, all the rooms were booked. Even the suites. Even the Super-Suites! I almost wanted to pull rank, coz it's me they're talking about! In fact, I don't think anyone staying in the wards at that time had MRNs lower than 773. I believe the MRN has reached at least 2 million over the years since SJMC opened its doors.

Sunway Hospital offered me a room but I decided to go for Selangor Medical Centre as it was nearer to home and was recently taken over by KPJ (No particular reason why - Perhaps it's the convenience+non-govt).

After paying for the 3rd day in a row, I rushed home, took some change of clothes, and off I went. No one was at ER, and I could tell the doc was sleeping. I handed the doctor's report from SJMC to one of the nurses at the station. She took me to one of the examination beds. A groggy doctor stumbled from one of the dark rooms in the back and was debriefed by the nurses, but still asked me what was the problem. I gestured to the report, she began reading. She understood, signed off - went off (to bed again, I presume).

First day in hospital. They started me on a drip coz I haven't been eating. I asked for somemore painkillers, but they injected me with something else - pain! They heard me wrong! The anti-bio IV came after but I was already asleep. The specialist came around 10am and threatened to remove my tonsils. He said the reason for my frequent infections over the last year was because of this. I refused to comprehend - I made sure he understood the meaning of 'no'. He obliged but not before giving me the "You've Been Warned" grin, and left.

My cuz R came at 11pm and brought me MacD's Apple Pie & Vanilla Milkshake! Having prepped up for this, I attacked the pie, milkshake and some smokes - fully anaesthetised by the Voltaren I had taken earlier.

Day 2, I woke up very early today. The pain has subsided but I still couldn't eat. I changed clothes and replied to the building E-mails and SMS of well wishes (and, not so well wishes). Dr. Sony came at 10am, confirmed my getting better and promised to discharge me by noon tomorrow. He ordered to stop the Glucose IV drip and I was told to eat solids. I really wished I'd go home today...

My parents showed up again today as expected. My mom brought me books I had asked for yesterday, but she switched 7/8 of them with other lame self-help books that she thought would make me grow up. I told her to take them home and give to dad. He's downstairs, getting himself checked. I'm pretty sure the doctor will find him healthy, other than a big malignent lump of 'ego' in his head.

Hmm, what's for lunch?!

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