this time.. my story's abt my stay at the hospital..
and so.. my life just gets more miserable.. in this last few months, i've been in and out of the hospital so many times until i am quite sure that i can find my way around the hospital esply, A & E, blinfolded.. then again.. i'll rather not try, later hit my head and then end up in that department again for medical attention.. not taking that risk..
those times that i had to visit the hospital, i was always on the verge of somethin serious, whether it was a suspected case of appenditics or some foreign object cytting my wind pipe.. this time, my case takes the cake.. this time.. i am being warded.. instead of the usual taking of x-rays, temperature, blood pressure, medication, follow-ups etc.. i am 'awarded' a bed.. hiaz..
ok.. wat happened?? the wounds on my foot got inflammed casuing the whole left foot to be swollen and red.. to think a small wound like that could cause so much trouble.. then again.. a stupid 50 cents lighter got me into the hospital.... so in simple analogy.. poisonous toxins took over my foot...
a normal, simple fall.. that was wat i tought it was for me.. but who am i kidding.. its JENNIFER KUAN HUIMIN who has fallen.. somethin BIG and UNUSUAL is bound to happen... thinking it was the normal cuts and bruises.. i still went around doin my normal routines, eg, going out, went shooting, went to work.. but then... my pattern of walking became contorted as time went by.. by sunday afternoon, i was dragging my left foot around, pus was oozing out amd the redness was becoming more obvious.. my foot was getting hotter by the min and the bleeding and the 'sap' never seems to wanna dry up.. and my foot could hardly go into my sandals... again.. the image of Cinderella's step-sister came into mind.. i couldnt fit into the sandals anymore.. needless to say, i was getting worried too.. cox my friends aint helpin by saying that it looks and sounds bad (from either looking at my wounds 1st-hand or hearing me describe my cuts), or that i could have sprained my toe, or cracked some bone, or.... u know with frens like these... i'm amazed that i'm not suffering from high-blood pressure..
when i was back home. i was taking photo of my swollen foot, comparing it with my normal right foot to see the difference.. my dad couldnt beleive wat he saw.. immedaitely, he shooed me to get changed and rushed me to, where-else, the hospital.. my condition just looked out-of-hand.
Changi General Hospital--- A& E.. and so.. i was there again.. limpin in and doin my registration.. it seems like i'm a regular there.. have to be there every month at least.. i'm getting so used to the procedures as well.. at the check up rooms, where the docs ran the usual tests and taking down your conditions before giving u the no to see the consulattion docs. and as sual, i made the doc's day with my description of my fall. she chuckled under her mask...
there's a 'PAIN' CHART. its a chart where u rank how much in pain u are. the nos are in even nos, it goes somethin like this.. 2.mildly in pain , 4. bearable, 6. hurting but containable, 8. torturing, 10. PLEASE LET ME IN!! (these are given by me, not to be misunderstood as the real thing). so, if u wanna see the doc fast, and get a faster queue no, u'll hav to pick the higher pain level (that's my assumption, not that i was lying.. i am in pain..). i chose no.8. or like the other time where i think i chose no. 4, the chicken bone case, i had to wait till the flowers were bloomin. yay... i got a no that had only 2 other people ahead of me.. but... my luck just never changes does it.. i still had to wait real long for my turn... i had the time to take my x-rays and then back again at the waiting area, with no change in the queue board.. the other rooms seems to be clearing their patients real fast.. ahhh... then it hit me.. 'won't serious cases need longer attention given by the doc??'.. 'shit!!' wat a smart alec i had been..
so after abt 1.5 hours... i was my turn.. being pushed in the wheel-chair.. i was face-to-face with my doc.. she looked at it and said, 'u need a jab for tatitis (think its spelt this way; it just means to prevent anymore infection)' *faint* my biggest fear is needles!!! then my negotiation skills came into play.. 'jab? i had a jab last time on my butt.. and also BCG.. those are for prevention rite? so no need jabs...' doc,'no no, those are for diff purposes.. also, u need to be warded for observation. that jab is to prevent anymore infections, in case if your wound would be affected again.' me, 'i need to be warded as well??!! no need lah.. actually, i'm starting to feel fine. with more iodine, my wound should be abelt o dry up.. it doesnt seem to be that swollen afterall.. just give me the pills to down.. give me strong medication.' doc, with a smile, 'u hav to be warded for observation, if u are really fine, dont worry, u'll be out by tomorrow. oh yes.. but u will hav to take that jab.'.
ahhhhhhh.... one thing abt being in a wheel-chair is that u hav no control over your direction.. even if u can control the movement, the dominant one would still be the one pushing.. so.. off i was pushed to the next room for the jab.. 'OUCH!!'
since, i tot it was goin to be for 1 night, i opted for the lousiest ward available.. the nurse at the counter looked at me wide-eyed.. 'wat.. u are a civil servant, u should have gd benefits.. u can use the better wards.' me, 'yup, i am a civil servant. but only been to work for 1 week.. they may sack me the next day...' can u imagine that i am already startin to use the MCs just after 5 days of work!!! gosh... nurse, 'hmm.. like that u at least take this ward.. watever the case its subsidised..' me, 'ok, anyway.. its only for 1 night'... signed the papers and off i was pushed to my room..
u see, i often do things in a rush when i hav made up my mind on somethin.. so without reading the documents properly, sooo... my ward was a non-air-con room.. no tv, no personal telephone, no attached toliet, there was a shared public toliet and i was in a room of 6... hmmm... never mind.. only for 1 night... zzzzzzz..... off to sleep.... i was so wrong...
wat a disturbed night i had.. was woken up repeatedly to be brought around the hospitals in their underground staff routes to do tests.. was brought back to the A & E again.. and to the x-ray.. the x-ray gal went like,' eh, u again.. bet u didnt sleep much.' too drowsy to give a reply, i could only nod. then the night doc came to see me... man.. this was to be the start of my ordeal..
she went like your foot seems serious to.. i think u need to stay longer.. 'wat!!' again i negotiated.. 'just give me the strongest medicine so that i can knock out and be well again by tomorrow morning.' night doc,' thats why u are admitted here.. so that we can observe u and give u a stronger medication. ok, u'll need a plug. which hand would it be?' 'PLUG!! shit.. nooo.... cant i just pop a pill or somethin?' before i knew it, she already tied a surgical glove on my left arm to force my veins to appear.. guess wat.. think i was too much in shock, that my veins were not showing although my left arm was startin to turn blue.. ha... i thought.. no vein.. no plug.. the doc wasnt gonna give up.. she turned to look at my the other hand.. surprisingly. the veins on my right hand were showing up more prominently.. i immediately hid the hand.. no choice, she started to slap my the back of my hand so as to get the vein showin.. she succeeded.. and then... the plug was forced in.. 'shit shit shit... ahhh.. ouch ouch ouch, is it in is it in??!!' was all i could muster.. man.. how i hate that bloody ligher!!! the image of that cheap lighter came appearing in my mind..
man.. 3 days.. 3 nights... damn it.. no tv.. no air-con.. am regretting my move to stay hare already..
with that plug in.. next was the drip.. the anti-biotics drip... that was another toture.. 1st day.. the drip was still bearable.. 4 doses a day made my hand started to cry.. every drip of that could be felt in the veins.. man.. it hurts like hell.. like every drip is like an injection poking your vein... u can actually feel the flow of the anti-biotics into your body.. by the 2nd day.. my left hand was swollen.. the nurses were havin a hard time 'flushing' (they hav to clear any blood clog before and after every drip-time) my veins.. it hurts everytime they do that and the speed of the drip also affects how much pain u would hav to endure.. by the 3rd day, in the mornin.. my 2nd dose of the day... my hand was too swollen that when the nurse tried to flush w the syringe, the syringe was pushed back... my vein was too swollen for anymore dosage...
gosh... this is my story again.. u know.. i am only 23... but i hav tons of 'stories' to share and seem to hav space for more in the collection.. when is this gonna ever end.. man.. am i lucky or what?? really.. is not that i dont wanna stop this.. but really... how?? to think this time.. my accident that is... i was only walkin... geee...
those times that i had to visit the hospital, i was always on the verge of somethin serious, whether it was a suspected case of appenditics or some foreign object cytting my wind pipe.. this time, my case takes the cake.. this time.. i am being warded.. instead of the usual taking of x-rays, temperature, blood pressure, medication, follow-ups etc.. i am 'awarded' a bed.. hiaz..
ok.. wat happened?? the wounds on my foot got inflammed casuing the whole left foot to be swollen and red.. to think a small wound like that could cause so much trouble.. then again.. a stupid 50 cents lighter got me into the hospital.... so in simple analogy.. poisonous toxins took over my foot...
a normal, simple fall.. that was wat i tought it was for me.. but who am i kidding.. its JENNIFER KUAN HUIMIN who has fallen.. somethin BIG and UNUSUAL is bound to happen... thinking it was the normal cuts and bruises.. i still went around doin my normal routines, eg, going out, went shooting, went to work.. but then... my pattern of walking became contorted as time went by.. by sunday afternoon, i was dragging my left foot around, pus was oozing out amd the redness was becoming more obvious.. my foot was getting hotter by the min and the bleeding and the 'sap' never seems to wanna dry up.. and my foot could hardly go into my sandals... again.. the image of Cinderella's step-sister came into mind.. i couldnt fit into the sandals anymore.. needless to say, i was getting worried too.. cox my friends aint helpin by saying that it looks and sounds bad (from either looking at my wounds 1st-hand or hearing me describe my cuts), or that i could have sprained my toe, or cracked some bone, or.... u know with frens like these... i'm amazed that i'm not suffering from high-blood pressure..
when i was back home. i was taking photo of my swollen foot, comparing it with my normal right foot to see the difference.. my dad couldnt beleive wat he saw.. immedaitely, he shooed me to get changed and rushed me to, where-else, the hospital.. my condition just looked out-of-hand.
Changi General Hospital--- A& E.. and so.. i was there again.. limpin in and doin my registration.. it seems like i'm a regular there.. have to be there every month at least.. i'm getting so used to the procedures as well.. at the check up rooms, where the docs ran the usual tests and taking down your conditions before giving u the no to see the consulattion docs. and as sual, i made the doc's day with my description of my fall. she chuckled under her mask...
there's a 'PAIN' CHART. its a chart where u rank how much in pain u are. the nos are in even nos, it goes somethin like this.. 2.mildly in pain , 4. bearable, 6. hurting but containable, 8. torturing, 10. PLEASE LET ME IN!! (these are given by me, not to be misunderstood as the real thing). so, if u wanna see the doc fast, and get a faster queue no, u'll hav to pick the higher pain level (that's my assumption, not that i was lying.. i am in pain..). i chose no.8. or like the other time where i think i chose no. 4, the chicken bone case, i had to wait till the flowers were bloomin. yay... i got a no that had only 2 other people ahead of me.. but... my luck just never changes does it.. i still had to wait real long for my turn... i had the time to take my x-rays and then back again at the waiting area, with no change in the queue board.. the other rooms seems to be clearing their patients real fast.. ahhh... then it hit me.. 'won't serious cases need longer attention given by the doc??'.. 'shit!!' wat a smart alec i had been..
so after abt 1.5 hours... i was my turn.. being pushed in the wheel-chair.. i was face-to-face with my doc.. she looked at it and said, 'u need a jab for tatitis (think its spelt this way; it just means to prevent anymore infection)' *faint* my biggest fear is needles!!! then my negotiation skills came into play.. 'jab? i had a jab last time on my butt.. and also BCG.. those are for prevention rite? so no need jabs...' doc,'no no, those are for diff purposes.. also, u need to be warded for observation. that jab is to prevent anymore infections, in case if your wound would be affected again.' me, 'i need to be warded as well??!! no need lah.. actually, i'm starting to feel fine. with more iodine, my wound should be abelt o dry up.. it doesnt seem to be that swollen afterall.. just give me the pills to down.. give me strong medication.' doc, with a smile, 'u hav to be warded for observation, if u are really fine, dont worry, u'll be out by tomorrow. oh yes.. but u will hav to take that jab.'.
ahhhhhhh.... one thing abt being in a wheel-chair is that u hav no control over your direction.. even if u can control the movement, the dominant one would still be the one pushing.. so.. off i was pushed to the next room for the jab.. 'OUCH!!'
since, i tot it was goin to be for 1 night, i opted for the lousiest ward available.. the nurse at the counter looked at me wide-eyed.. 'wat.. u are a civil servant, u should have gd benefits.. u can use the better wards.' me, 'yup, i am a civil servant. but only been to work for 1 week.. they may sack me the next day...' can u imagine that i am already startin to use the MCs just after 5 days of work!!! gosh... nurse, 'hmm.. like that u at least take this ward.. watever the case its subsidised..' me, 'ok, anyway.. its only for 1 night'... signed the papers and off i was pushed to my room..
u see, i often do things in a rush when i hav made up my mind on somethin.. so without reading the documents properly, sooo... my ward was a non-air-con room.. no tv, no personal telephone, no attached toliet, there was a shared public toliet and i was in a room of 6... hmmm... never mind.. only for 1 night... zzzzzzz..... off to sleep.... i was so wrong...
wat a disturbed night i had.. was woken up repeatedly to be brought around the hospitals in their underground staff routes to do tests.. was brought back to the A & E again.. and to the x-ray.. the x-ray gal went like,' eh, u again.. bet u didnt sleep much.' too drowsy to give a reply, i could only nod. then the night doc came to see me... man.. this was to be the start of my ordeal..
she went like your foot seems serious to.. i think u need to stay longer.. 'wat!!' again i negotiated.. 'just give me the strongest medicine so that i can knock out and be well again by tomorrow morning.' night doc,' thats why u are admitted here.. so that we can observe u and give u a stronger medication. ok, u'll need a plug. which hand would it be?' 'PLUG!! shit.. nooo.... cant i just pop a pill or somethin?' before i knew it, she already tied a surgical glove on my left arm to force my veins to appear.. guess wat.. think i was too much in shock, that my veins were not showing although my left arm was startin to turn blue.. ha... i thought.. no vein.. no plug.. the doc wasnt gonna give up.. she turned to look at my the other hand.. surprisingly. the veins on my right hand were showing up more prominently.. i immediately hid the hand.. no choice, she started to slap my the back of my hand so as to get the vein showin.. she succeeded.. and then... the plug was forced in.. 'shit shit shit... ahhh.. ouch ouch ouch, is it in is it in??!!' was all i could muster.. man.. how i hate that bloody ligher!!! the image of that cheap lighter came appearing in my mind..
man.. 3 days.. 3 nights... damn it.. no tv.. no air-con.. am regretting my move to stay hare already..
with that plug in.. next was the drip.. the anti-biotics drip... that was another toture.. 1st day.. the drip was still bearable.. 4 doses a day made my hand started to cry.. every drip of that could be felt in the veins.. man.. it hurts like hell.. like every drip is like an injection poking your vein... u can actually feel the flow of the anti-biotics into your body.. by the 2nd day.. my left hand was swollen.. the nurses were havin a hard time 'flushing' (they hav to clear any blood clog before and after every drip-time) my veins.. it hurts everytime they do that and the speed of the drip also affects how much pain u would hav to endure.. by the 3rd day, in the mornin.. my 2nd dose of the day... my hand was too swollen that when the nurse tried to flush w the syringe, the syringe was pushed back... my vein was too swollen for anymore dosage...
gosh... this is my story again.. u know.. i am only 23... but i hav tons of 'stories' to share and seem to hav space for more in the collection.. when is this gonna ever end.. man.. am i lucky or what?? really.. is not that i dont wanna stop this.. but really... how?? to think this time.. my accident that is... i was only walkin... geee...
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