operation day

It looked like we were going for a gangster fight. This time, AhTing took leave, mummy and mama came along. I wasn't scared at first. But then I had to fast since yesterday midnight so the hunger was getting to me. I'm famished and sleepy.

When they asked me to change, I got slightly nervous. Then when mummy kept talking, I got more frightened. Gosh. Then I had to continue alone with a stranger nurse, whom is very friendly though. I waited for the doctor to help me apply anaesthetic (i think) which will make the area numb. Then i lie on the operation bed myself where they let me breathe the sleeping gas.

The next thing I know, mummy was smiling and waving at me. (AhTing's experience of this was my mum got very friendly with the nurse. So when I was pushed out of the operation room, the nurse notified her and let her come see me when other people can't.)

Anyway, I continued to fall in and out of sleep for a while. Until I heard a fuss in the styler next to me and forced myself to wake up. A bit groggy but still relatively alright. Then a nurse came to attend to me and I complained I was very hungry, which I shouldn't have.

Because when the milo and muffin came, I felt nauseous. I prepared myself with the plastic bag they give me, but the vomit refuse to come out. So I carried on with the 2 sweets, drank up the water and slowly work on the milo. Then another nurse came and told me I can go and change back to my clothes.

She helped me to the changing room where I saw the sink... and the vomit just kept coming out. I felt so weak and sick from the vomitting, had to support myself with the length of both my arms on the sink. The nurse then left me there to finish vomitting. Then ZJ called to say he's back from his trek and asked about me. What great timing... though I had no strength to stand so I simply sank into the sofa while on the phone.

Then I went to change, but the operated area was still hurting, so I could only just manage. The nurse came again to get me to sit on an arm chair and wait. She said my mum had just left for lunch. So I waited there falling in and out of sleep from the pain.

Went home on a taxi... luckily mummy prepared a plastic bag for me. Because before AhMing opened the door, I vomited. And I vomited a lot. I hate that feeling... but I also wonder where those vomit came from since I did not eat much.

Fell right onto the bed and fall in and out of sleep again... The whole eat and vomit cycle repeated a few times until I don't even want to look at the food. Although it was mama's cooking, which were fantastic. I just didn't have the appetite.

Did not even want to watch my favorite 9pm and 10pm show. I just lay there and look forward to tomorrow.