I AM STILL ALIVE!! :)……… Obviously. I am NOT writing from the Land of the Dead.
I have an underlying asthma condition so my main worry was that I would not come out of my 'sleep'. I was not ready to leave the world. So, I cried in the shower. If it was time, then I'd be gone anyway. There are many ways to die-- it didn't have to be through this particular operation. So I got myself a nice manicure and pedicure. At least, my nails were buffed up real nice and I would go in-style!
I was wheeled off to the Operation Theatre in Level One of PMC. I was kept waiting at the reception, partitioned by a drape curtain and I could hear the whining of the next room patient wanted to pee and a nurse was double-checking a Malay looking patient with a Chinese name tag
"Salah ni.. Wrong name lah.. Ai-yoo. Yoo” she said.
I kept on repeating the Syahadah and read all the Surah I could remember. My ENT specialist and the anesthetist came for a little visit and answered all my last minute questions and that made me feel a little bit better. I was wheeled into Operations Theatre 2 at about 1pm. I remembered a needle poking into my left wrist and so...
Wake up, wake up...girl…..(someone calling out my name..) !
I tried to clear my throat and say something but I couldn't. Where am i? , I wondered. I looked around me and the clock on the wall showed it was 3.25pm. It's over? It's over!! and I am still alive.. Alhamdulillah... :) ……. I was wheeled back to my room with two strings coming out of my nostrils. Apparently, they were holding gauzes to stop the bleeding.
No more blocked nose.. Yeay!!!
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