Risk Assessment

risk assessment- This danger is no stranger.

The fickle fashion

This is the fickle fashion. Many beginnings but never an ending. It follows me everywhere like a shadow. In a project madness season, it operates this way: Start 2 lines of mind quest assignment, and *bling* edit abit of mst and *bling* find regulations for ems and *bling* start my PowerPoint slide on ecm and *bling* write a bit of wsh2 and *bling* back to any of the above. Each *bling* doesn't last for 15 minutes and it *blings* in no exact order or sequence. It *blings* to answer the the calls of the anxious mind, the fickle fashion. Just like a nurse answering the call bells of the patients and of course, my pregnant brother's appetite.

Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence

Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence.

First time, it was just another emo, sad piece.
Put it to the repeat button, it's not that bad after all.

Now I wanted to watch the its film, Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence. First he say the show is too old, then he say the file is too big! But the music wouldn't complete without its story! What's "Once Upon a December" without Anastasia? I simply love movie sound tracks!

Which kind soul would help me to get the dvd? download the movie for me or simply direct me to a website to that streams old movies??

Hospital Log Book Day 7

3 January 2009, Sunday

Andy is discharged (: Home Sweet Home!! 3 keyholes surgery, with each size of 10mm. The lump of flesh with tiny hairs of strings sticking out all over is abit gross. Sim said the clothes can get caught in the stitches sometimes too. Eeeww~!

Before- with the tube

After- Without the tubes

Speedy Recovery, Andy! Same goes to Sim!(:

Hosptial Log Book Day 6

2 January 2010, Saturday

Sorry that this blog has some how turn into a medical journal of my brother. Just one more day, I promise. The doctor promised too.

Andy is now free from all tubes and wires now! Whining to get discharged(:

Now I am the one in deep trouble! If the doctor would take a look at my project load, he would have dosed me with morphine! - A strong drug to numb the pain.

I tried doing my project in the hospital while visiting, but some how I couldn't. I simply couldn't start on a thing with a sight of my brother being so weak and in pain. I know anxiety wouldn't help much, but there's nothing much we can do except to be anxious either.

Happy New Year

01 January 2010. Friday

Happy New Year.

Another visit to the hospital again. Sim was discharged in the morning, didn't get to see him off. Overslept. Hais, sian sian sian. In my message I said " glad to hear that you are discharged. blah blah blah." but deep down, there's a tiny string pulling back, saying " I wish you can stay for another few days." Now, who is going to be the guinea pig and share with us the pain? And who will be the one to spend the cold and lonely nights with my brother? That's what happen when you made a friend in hospital. Rejoicing with the truth and not delighting in evil becomes a challenge.

This is the first time Andy is smiling so happily in front of a camera since he's got that tube stuck up to his lung. Don't believe me? Scroll to the previous pictures. He wasn't sleeping, he was just not looking. Only Sim could make him laugh. How did you do it? It remains a mystery.

Andy is now mobile again. He is able walk to TV room to watch Incredible Hulk and walk back to the nurse station to take his revenge. Nurses who made him wait while he is in pain, nurses who fail to adjust him to the exact and precise position. That centimeter of accuracy. Poor nurses, thank you for patiently taking care of my troublesome brother.

Based on our guinea pig, Andy was supposed to be discharged by tomorrow morning!! Unfortunately, he had a fever attack just this evening and his heart beat remains unusually high. The highest in the entire ward. The only one with 3 digits. Other have an average of 80-100. He has an average of 130-160. I wonder what's making his heart to pound so hard?

New Year Eve

31 December 2009, Thursday

Toy'r Us training in the afternoon with Charlene @ Suntec in the afternoon. Yeppie! We were selected! I really need some cash! The training was good, they have really organised and strict internal circulation. Counting is more than just counting, it has to be of a particular sequence and order. They count by eyes and not count by feelings. I recalled when given an item of thousands of quantities, we often count by feelings.

Evening I went back to hospital to visit Andy again. He is transferred back to the normal ward. Another exact place, where Sim laid before he went for his operation. Tubes and wires were attached to him to monitor his heartbeat and drain out the excess residual and blood. Kok Guan and Carol visited him with chicken essence and fruits and prayed for him. For the first time, Andy is so fervent about prayers. While Andy is free from the oxygen mask and severe pain, Sim is free, so free that he started strolling around the ward. Down the corridor, from one end to the other, from the toilet to the bed, probably looking for the chio nurse who took his blood pressure. Freedom of mobility is something we often took for granted. He was truely appreciating it.

Guess the meaning of the coconut sign in the hospital! Go on. You wouldn't guess it!

Dinner @ Opal Crestcent and headback home, drained and tired. Spontaneously, mum wanted to watch fireworks downstairs, so we did a mini count down on the picnic matt in a wide plain grasspatch. While we were enjoying the new year count down, so did the mosquitoes. They had a new year feast. Big feast. Dom, Hazel and friends, my neighbour Qiu Xuan were all there too. Somehow they diffused into the crowd and we too were lazy and tired to hunt for them, which is equivalents to finding needles in a sea.

Even the doctor says firework is visible from the window of Andy & Sim's Ward. Maybe they will do the count down together by the window side.