Hospital (Part I)

I was never hospitalized in my entire life. But predestined things in life just got me magnetized there.

For starters, I am amazed at the number of needles that had spent their mere seconds to days in me. But I know now, the pain of diabetic sufferers, for example, since they have to inject the insulin themselves. Seeing the blue-black marks at my hands, arm and leg, lets just say I feel them now.

Being a patient in 2 different hospitals in 15 days also made me do the unexpected: I started comparing which hospital was better in the different ways.

I know, its bad enough I have caused a dent in my parents savings for my hospitalization and operation, but, hello, the bottomline is, they paid. And I am supposed to feel the comfort from there (that's what my dad even said to me apparently).

So I was not happy with a certain hospital's "doorbell service". Terrible enough, I could even make my way out of the restroom (with the help of a kind soul who handed me my crutches) and washed my hands when the help finally came to me. The same hospital had the typical hospital food, which I can't really complain much coz they are supposed to be hospital food anyway. But too bad, I was met with high standards at another hospital that offered probably normal restaurant-quality food. And I am still salivating at the thought of the fried chicken chop they served...

Ok ok, I am a foodie. I am naturally choosy over quality of food, wherever I am, in whatever condition I am.

Moving on, I wish to thank God for giving me a new lease of life. Of coz, no one really knows how I feel when I start imagining a bus running over me. :p

I wanna wish my dearest AZ too for putting up with my whines and demands to come to my side for 2 nights in a row and spending time with me till late then. But of course, I think he freaking owed me that time for not visiting me during the earlier hospitalization. Ok ok, baby, I'm kidding.

To my one and only Glitter who showed up, Bo-Kin-Kin, thank you my dear for showing up wearing the same of pink as the bed curtains. :):):) Ok, I shall not tease her too much, once school holidays start, I'll be at her mercy to plead with her to let me go out. Heh.

And thanks A&W for coming with a Cleo and loads of crap to pass my boredom. Although I cannot really buy those pretty stuff now, its a good good issue this month. ;p

Nah, one of my rare public thanksgiving moments just passed. So don't expect more in the near future.

Right now, diclofenac and paracetamol have clouded part of my mind. So I'll just save my best bits for tomorrow. Till then...