Thursday, July 05, 2007

a test is not = to minor operation

THANK GOD FOR LAPPY

thank god that i decided to bring my lappy to the hospital, what are the odds of getting hospitalised on a visit to the hospital? ok, i did NOT plan on being hospitalised, i was thinking more of the waiting time for the doctor's. the last time i was there, i had to wait 3 hours for the freaking blood test.

my appointment was being brought forward due to the swelling of my leg AGAIN. so, to me, its just another visit to the skin specialist, and if i'm lucky enough, i might even get away with blood test. but it seems like, today is one of the days when i did not count my lucky stars correctly.when i heard that i got to do a biopsy test, i thought, well, what test can be worse than the blood test? stupid needles.

ok, before i did the biopsy test, i actually had to sign on this green form full of words titled something about operation procedures. freaking out, i asked the doctor what exactly is she going to do to me and what she said made my heart stop.

well, she's gonna do a BLOOD TEST, and then INJECT me with lots of anaesthesia before CUTTING out two pieces of the affected skin and then STITCH it up. after that, i have to be admitted into the ward for at least 5 hours for observation. who would have thought an innocent sounding test is actually a minor operation??

for the first time in my life, i lied on the operation table with a rough 'changi geneal hospital' blanket wrapped around me. i swear, the injection for the anaesthesia took my breathe away. if you think the needle for the blood test is thick, this was two times thicker. no kidding! dr lynn was 'kind' enough to tell me what she was doing, but too detailed for comfort. although there was only one hole punctured by the needle, she had to move the needle around while injecting that thick white liquid. at first when i saw the needle used to draw the anaesthesia out the bottle, i almost fainted, it was so bloody thick that i seems like you are able to kill someone by stabbing.
ok, after the anaesthesia, i could hardly feel anything but i could still feel her cutting and sewing my skin, although there was no pain.

i was then wheeled ( first time on a wheel chair!) into my personal ward and left there to rot while mum went downstairs to buy polar chicken pies.

me caught in a very unglam fashion

oh no, my blood test just came out, low blood pressure, low sugar level. damn, gotta be hooked to the stupid IV for glucose. damn. lucky i brought me lappy, or else i swear i would have rotted by now.

anyway, i've got something else to bitch about. so those who does not want to read about it can just close this window.

this goes to all those to whom it may concern. i'm not stating any names, but you know who you are. i know what you have been saying behind my back, but since you guys are just another bunch of childish imbeciles, why should i do you the honour of entertaining you by being angry? i've said before and i hate to repeat it again, but since you guys are so insolent, i shall repeat myself. you hate me? say it to my face. what's the point of bitching behind my back like some bloody cowards? to get more USELESS supporters?

totally disgusting. face up to reality and stop living in fantasies. ignorant fools. and for all those whom i thought were mature enough to play games like these, i look down on you.If you don't like someone, you bloody go confront them, and clear things up - like what normal people do. stop acting like some assed up 3 year old kids. URGGGH! THE MONSTROSITY!

and for those KIDS who still goes around calling me a bitch. read this and get this into the thick skull of yours:

i haved been named alot of things which include the famous slut and bitch. i am not a slut, i know, as i have not stolen or slept with anyone's bf. for the bitch, analogically, i admit i am, i bitch about anything under the sun, that's what most girls do,( unless their some undercover nun) so what can you do to me? crucify me? if you are talking theoritically, i am certain i am not a bitch as firstly, i am not a dog, and secondly, i do not sleep around. is it very difficult to differentiate? (taken from my archives)

an advice for you to ponder over : its wiser to know your enemy than the terrain of your field.

love,

chanel