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Firstly, thanks Anita, Aishah, Julianah and Irfan for dropping a line for me.

Its my pleasure to see your replies because I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO  NOW - which is to say thanks and write something in the blog.

Sorry guys, but its really getting into me. The boredom. I might just step into the cab tomorrow and say "One George Street" please. Yeah, my workplace.

I have already been to the library like twice the past week. Read 8 books. Watch I-dunno-how-many DVDs. Oh I got the DVDs from Suhaimi. Nice enuf to drive ALL the way from Tampines to send me a bag FULL of dvds and when I said a bag, I really meant a BAG FULL.

Some i watched twice, some thrice ….

And my life/sleep pattern is totally upside down. Like I spoke earlier on the phone to my boss:

4.30am : Sahur. First meal.

5.30am : Sleep

4/5 pm: Wake up. Read books. Go on the internet. Search rubbish.

7.00pm: Eat! Break-fast!

8.00pm: Watched tv/dvds

12midnight: Chat on the internet/search rubbish.

4.30 —– the cycle goes on …

If I keep up with this, I will have jet lag when i return to work ……..

It Takes Courage

• It takes courage to refrain from gossip when others delight in it - to stand up for the absent person who is being abused. 

• It takes courage to live honestly within your means, and not dishonestly on the means of others. 

• It takes courage to be a REAL man or a TRUE woman, to hold fast to your ideals when it causes you to be looked upon as strange and peculiar. 

• It takes courage to be talked about and remain silent, when a word would justify you in the eyes of others, but which you dare not speak because it would injure another. 

• It takes courage to refuse to do something that is wrong although everyone else may be doing it with attitudes as carefree as a summer song. 

• It takes courage to live according to your own convictions, to deny yourself what you cannot afford, to love your neighbor as yourself!

Admitted on 14 sept. Thurs.

Had to drink a jug full of laxative liquids and i went to remove my bowels 6 bloody times.

Operation on 15sept 8.30am. Fri.

I was so nervous, I was shivering from hair to toenails. Then they gave me the anesthesia to put me to sleep. Next moment I know, I was in so much pain my head cocked up and i strained my neck just to shout out for help. I know nurses were all around me saying everything from "we already gave her 3 jabs" to "hayati, relax breathe in and out, dont concentrate on the pain". I was in so much pain I knew they were giving me jabs after jabs of painkillers but all i could feel was the pain, not the jabs. Finally when they are satisfied with my behaviour, they released me back to my  hospital bed where i lay for the next 24 hours not moving an inch for fear of pain.

I was on drip the whole day. I didnt even know i had a catheter inserted to my urethra to extract all my pee.Yipes. I dont know where else on my body had holes for drainage but i knew i was dozing in and out of sleep, irregardless if i had visitors or not.

16 sept Sat

Nurse came to wipe me down. At places no one seen before. She taught me how to get up. Drip, Catheter and all. Boy I wish she would leave me alone after cleaning me up. I was in so much pain I kept buzzing the nurses for painkillers. Be it at 3pm or 3am. 

Finally they decided that I attempt to drink a glass of glucose and see if i puke.

I did not.

Then they gave me hot milo.My first proper ‘food’ for the past wat 2 days …..

I did not puke either.

So they took out the drip and the catheter. I shall not describe how painful the latter was.

Then porridge came for dinner, I wasnt really in the mood for food, NOR all the essences that my mum wastrying to poison me with. Have u ever tasted those fish or chicken essences? My God! I rather drink Pee. ……… Just kidding.

17 Sept Sun

A line of visitors came, those I expected and those i did not. So sweet of everyone to bring me more essences !!!!!!!!

I was more gung ho on sunday and could walk to the toilet on my own. Sorry. Not walk. But hobble. That’s more apt. 

Cable TV on my personal set was really entertaining, I watched Troy and other movies when i cant sleep at night. … AAaaahhh …. Bliss? Yes, if u minus the pain and boredom

18 Sept Mon

Doctors came. Peeped at my wound. Analyze. Do whatever they do and said "Ok u can go home today" I wish I could jump in joy but u know i cant.

I got in to my own clothes, discarded the horrible pyjamas/uniform and got ready for take off.

And so I was given 35 days of medical leave.

Today is my second day and I am bored shitless.Ooohhh I already finished 2 novels by jonathan kellerman and i have to bribe my sister to go to the library and exchange these for more………….

I cant move so much. I am in pain. I cant remove my bowels because that means adding pressure on my wound at the abdomen, but with the help of fruits and mum said the essences, i was able to get them out today. Phew. Pain, but relieved. Gory eh?

All I do is lay down and read a book, take my medication, fall asleep,eat at the right timings, sleep some more, read some more, crawled to the computer, get online then get bored, sleep some more. Blah ……

27 days to go ……

The Ice Cream Sundae 

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table.  A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?"

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it.  "How much is a dish of plain ice cream?" he inquired.

Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient.  "Thirty-five cents," she said brusquely.

The little boy again counted the coins. "I’ll have the plain ice cream," he said.  The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away.  The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed.

When the waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw.  There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies - her tip.