A Fresh New Look

I have a lot of free time today (yes, aint I the luckiest person?!). So free that I am thinking what should I do to occupy my time. Hence I thought of updating my blog with a fresh new look. New colour scheme and new layout. Do you like 'em?

This makes me wonder: Humans are so fickle. We just love new stuffs. We sometimes get bored with whatever we are doing (such a routine we feel!) and we crave for new excitement. Do you feel that way too? Or you are the type of person whom like everything as it is and that you are afraid of changes?

Anyhow, as I was playing around with the settings and creating a new layout, I happened to land on the statistic page. I cannot believe what I saw. I am so utterly happy! I have never thought that I would have readers not just in Malaysia and Brunei, but in the States, UK, Australia, Germany, Austria, Estonia, Netherlands and Israel amongst others! I am stoked! Thank you so much for visiting my blog!

This post is specially dedicated to all my global readers wherever you are. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to continue writing on this little mini-diary about love, life and solidarity. This would give me (and us all) an opportunity to look back at our past experiences and the memoirs of life events that pierced deep into our hearts and mind as we grow older year after year.

Eventually, we will age and our memories will fade but our blog will remain as if it was written only yesterday...  

Thank you to all my readers from all over the globe!
Picture saved from candygurl81.blogspot's statistic page.

Its 11.11.11!

I thought I had to pen down something in my blog on this auspicious day (auspicious! really??). All I know, the most memorable part of today is that my plumber finally fixed my toilet wc. Cool eh?

I finally moved back home after recuperating in my parents house for a week. Being with my little baby boy throughout the days (and nights) have been fantastic. I absolutely love motherhood. Hayden could now crawl, pull himself up and stand on his own without support for a couple of seconds. In just a matter of time, he would be walking his first step!

As it is now coming to the end of the year,  it is time to plan for the new year. Not planning 'planning', but rather just sit and think about what do I need to achieve in 2012. Another baby? Hmm... a new career? Nah, I loveee my job (*ahem*! Just in case 'someone' that matters read this part of my blog and starts scrutinizing me in the office in the event I said I want a change in career!).

2011 has been great. 2012 would be greater I believe! What have you achieved so far and what are your plans for next year? Have you ever thought about it?

To all my newly-wed friends out there on this very special day, a big heartiest CONGRATULATIONS to all of you. Wishing you all with everlasting love, unity, happiness and good health throughout!

Happy 11.11.11!! See you in another century!

The Surgical Moments

And so I get to see my son today!

After 10 days of not holding him, I miss him so dearly. I am currently still lying down on the hospital bed, awaiting for discharge. Surgery was successful and I am on the road to recovery.

Despite the post surgery pain at the wounded area, my throat and chest have a slight irritation feeling to it too. Apparently, I was intubated during the surgery. Can I remember anything about the surgery? Yes, I could remember a little of it before I was knocked off...

At 5.45am on Tuesday the 1st of November, I was asked to change to my surgery robe and to put on the surgery cap. As I was wheeled in to the Operating Theatre, it was 6.12am. My anaesthesiologist, Dr Jam came and they put on some funky white coloured liquid into my IV line. Then I saw my surgeon, Dr Karpal adjusting the big rounded lights on top of the operating table and smiled at me. Next, there was a mask placed on my nose and mouth and I was told to relax and breathe in to it. I did and I gagged! How embarrassing was that?! Anyway, couple of seconds later, I felt dizzy and the room was swirling....

I had a weird dream during the operation. I remembered little of it. I was in a white tunnel, full of lights, bright lights and I remembered seeing people standing on the left of the tunnel. They were dressed in white too. They were all standing in one line and smiled at me as I was walking through the tunnel. I am not kidding. It felt so real!

When the doctors and nurses woke me up, I could hear their voices, but I could not open my eyes (I felt so drunk!) As they continued to give me a light slap on the face, one of them actually pry open my eyelid and I could see a small light - I guess they were checking if I was alive? I really wanted to tell them right away that I could hear them and STOP SLAPPING ME! But I was too drowsy to do any of it...so finally, I could see the blurry image of my doctor and I was left to recuperate in the room...

3 days have passed since the surgery and it is now 8.44am 4th November 2011. I have just been served breakfast. I am all eager to get home and kiss my darling baby. Miss him too much, you have no idea! I am so glad to get rid of the pain. I feel free now. Free to walk, free to do anything. The taste of freedom is so sweet!

Thank you to all of you who took the time to read my blog and to all your well wishes, thank you. I truly appreciate it. And thank you to all of you who came to visit me at the hospital too! I am truly grateful to have you as my reader and my friend.

XOXO.

The Surgery

4.30am Kuala Lumpur. Just got back yesterday evening and here I am on the hospital bed at this hour, suffering from jet lag. In 1.5 hours time, I will be placed on the operating table to have the abscess removed once and for all.

As I am typing here with just my right hand (as my left been strapped with the IV), I could still feel the pain thundering below me. I am waiting patiently for my doctors to come to have my condition assessed and finally to knock me off to sleep for the surgery as the pain is getting pretty unbearable. You may wonder how this pain feels...well, let me put itthis way: it feels like your skin is torn apart and is being dumped in a pit of fire!

Will be logging off for now. Pray for me, hope this surgery is said to be what it is without any further complication. Till then....   

Belem, Lisbon

Final day in Lisbon.

Couple of hours after I've written my last blog yesterday, the painkiller took effect and I felt a lot better. As I was alone, I decided to make a trip down town  in this beautiful city. I was excited and my adrenalin ran wild as I have no idea where I was heading to, except for the one ticket that I purchased from the hotel concierge - City Tour.

Going round the city was breathtaking. It was nice as I was alone and I get to embark on the tour with no expectation (except for the fact that the pain might just come back anytime!). It felt like living the last day as I rushed on to do everything before the pain strikes again. At one point, when I saw this beautiful stone carved monument of Prince Henry (The Discoveries Monument), I decided to hop off the bus. I didnt know where I was until I saw the word "Belem". C'est magnifique! Absolutely magnificent! I walked around the monument and around the seaport. Finally I reached the Belem Tower. Euro5 per entrance. Absolutely worth it! Pretty nice dungeon like in the inside.

The Discoveries Monument



Belem Tower

 After a good 4 hours city-touring on my own, I knew it was time to head back to the hotel. I walked up the hill slowly and steadily. As soon as I reached the hotel, the pain came...again...

Oh well, at least I did myself justice. I had a good time yesterday and today, it is start of winter. Its time to readjust the watch as the hour has been pushed back. Before bidding goodbye to this wonderful city later this evening, I think I can squeeze in some shopping time no?

Pain in Lisbon, Portugal

I'm utterly upset. Words go beyond the tears in my eyes. Here I am sitting in this beautiful suite in Lisbon, Portugal watching tv. The rest have left to visit Sintra, a beautiful place I heard. So why am I here alone in this hotel?

I've not told many of my medical condition. At first my GP told me it was haemorrhoid. I thought it was too. Some advised me to go for a specialist opinion as the pain seems to be lingering for the longest time. But being me, procastinating time and time again (wouldn't you do the same if it is just an on and off pain?) I didnt do anything about it until finally last Friday, I couldnt withhold it any longer. I finally visited a specialist at Pantai Bangsar.

I was expecting the specialist (Dr Karpal Singh, General Surgeon) to repeat the same words that I thought I knew best, "yes, it is haemorrhoid". However, to my surprise Dr Karpal told me it wasnt but an abscess and I need to be put under the knife immediately ! I said no. I have to be in Portugal, hence I cannot be having my surgery done 4 days before my trip??! He was against me from coming over to Portugal as an abscess is like a time bomb. "10 days in Portugal is too long", he said. Stubborn as I was, I insisted to go ahead with my plan and to postpone the surgery. Painkillers and antibiotic was given. I packed my bags and go against how my body was feeling...

The pain got worse day by day. The pain comes and goes. However, when the pain strikes, I cannot sit, cannot walk (I seem to walk like a monkey! Walking with my legs apart, know what I mean?). Whenever I go to the toilet, I would be in excruciating pain. So finally, my Medical Director (who is with us here in Lisbon) advised me to go back to KL with him this Sunday and to arrange with Dr Karpal for an immediate surgery once I am back. 

So here I am bedridden as the pain striked again. I am waiting for the pain to subside before I start walking around again. The only consolation part to it is that McDonald is just down the road. I get to savour Portugese McDonald! How awesome is that?

Till then, lets see if I can get out of this hotel and hop on a City Tour Bus. Should I do that? Should I not? Lets see how my ass feels...

How I wish this pain would just go away....

The Crawl

Good afternoon folks. I'm blogging with my eyes drowsily closing any minute now with little Hayden being rocked to sleep behind me. I just got home couple of hours ago from filthy and not-too-pleasing-to-the-eye state Chittagong, Bangladesh. Ever since I landed in Bangladesh, I kept on wishing that I could go home. Home to my baby hubby boo and to my cutie pie son.

Despite my lethargicness, I couldnt help but to blog the milestone progress of my darling son who will be turning 1 in 11 days time. What's the progress you say? Well, on 8th October 2011, which was yesterday, Hayden started his first crawl...! I wasn't there to witness this first crawl (much to my disappointment) but I was glad he only started yesterday! Therefore, today, as soon I got down from the plane and the train (after my midnight flight from Bangladesh), with my hubby welcoming me home at the arrival hall, I am finally home to my 2 beloved boys! Thereafter, I witnessed Hayden's short little moves myself with my very own eyes...

A short little clip that would last a lifetime. These moments are indeed special.

Hayden's big bash is coming soon. I'm totally excited! 1 year has gone by so fast and it felt like only yesterday that I just got pregnant!

Therefore, as time is precious, love those around you. Cherish those beside you. Friends are plenty but real friends are few. Thank God everyday for the goodness he brings to your life. I thank God especially for my precious little munchkin - Hayden Dominic Ng.