( forgive me if i speak too much mat salleh)
As people would say, when you are sick, you will know who cares for you the most. And i know now.
You might think i'm silly but i wanted to get admitted into hospital since i was a kid. I saw both of my sisters being admitted and i want that to. Not to be sick. But to lay in a bed, and being treated like you are the person that matters the most. My wish came true.
After few appointments that my dad accompanied me to, i found out i had a perforated eardrum. Almost 40% of my left eardrum is gone. the doctor said "if you dun get an operation,if water flows into your eardrum and get an infection, it might spread to your brain. Its okay not to do an operation but you can't swim or do many stuff that can jeopardize your hearing." I looked at my father's face and realized that he is worried. I was not scared. even a bit. but was actually excited to get into a ward. I know its stupid but its true. That was my dream.
Today i will be admitted into the ward! i was truly excited. i did not think of the pain i would face but only the experience i could have. i imagine my friends visiting me and worries about my health. Damn imagination.At first, i had to wait in line for registration.I waited and i saw a kid. i made funny faces and he laughed. After few while, he came to me and gave me chewy candy. i was super touched by that kids doing. later on, i saw another boy who was in the same ward as i did. he was with his parents and he seemed spoiled by his parents. but what to expect from a 13 years old kid. anyhow, i was taken aback that the person on the bed next to me in the ward is a friend of my. Aimy. She got tonsils and had a rockin' voice.
Now, the important part of my story is the day of my surgery. The operation bed (OB) is pushed infront of my bed. I quickly went to the toilet to change into the surgery clothes and got on the bed. Both of my parents were there. Smiling. Nervous. Scared. The operating room is far. The nurses had to push the bed fast. Laying on the bed. I saw. Both of my parents are struggling to catch up with the nurses because they walked so fast. My parents are 50+ so you got to understand how they will become easily tired. But they are still walking as fast as they could to catch up. To be there for me.
When I arrived in the operating room, my dad followed me. he signed the bius contract and i'll be off into the operating room. But my father insisted to let my mother see me for the last time before the surgery. the doctor asked me "mak dengan ayah memang macam tu ke. ke awak takut?". with ego i said " taklah. diorng yg risau." I then saw her walking from the door, smiling, panicking. she almost fell because of the croc slippers she wore. She looked at me in the eyes and said "syasya ok ke ni. orait. Love u. " . She kissed me on my forehead and i entered the operating room.
The moment i got in, I saw many doctors and nurses in there.The bright light on the ceiling and the weird machines makes the room looked like a space ship and they are some bunch of aliens that are going to eat my brain! oh. thats zombie. Anyhow, one of the nurses which is indian by the way said " mengucap ye adik.." and i was like WHATT? Am i going to die or something?!. The bius specialist gave me the bius and said "tarik nafas dalam2 ye adik, then lepas. ulang sampai 20 kali". I did and got knocked out at the 5th inhalation.
The moment i woke up, i was at another place. My throat is soooo dry because of the bius and it hurts so bad due to the oxygen tubes that they shoved in my throat. My ear is killing me and so is the stitches on my head. I cried. YEAH SO WHAT?! i'm human and i feel pain! crying is the only rational thing to do went a person is in pain. Do you laugh when you're in pain? if soo, get into a mental hospital! The reason i'm getting emotional is because ... ok! first. imagine you are in such pain as i was. The only thing you want is water to get your throat all wet. I kicked the end of my bed to get the nurses attention. I could not even speak because my throat sore so bad. Tears rolled down my cheek as no one cared to even look at me. At last a nurse came to me and i forced myself to say "nak air". The nurse said " ok. balik ward nanti minum." . I just want a sip of water! is that so hard to get? Then i heard a nurse said " mengada-ngada betol budak tu. dah 16 pon macam tu jugak!". Now not only my physical is in pain. so as my emotion! All i can do is cry till i fall asleep.
The second time i woke up, i was in the ward. I saw my mom and dad. Ayah asked me "syasya okay?". i gripped my hand and lift it to show that i'm fine. Both my parents laughed. But then the pain overwhelmed me and i can't help it but to cry. My mom quickly asked the nurse to get me a pain killer and after a while i did.
The third time i woke up, i saw my sister kakwa and dad. she smiled and asked me if i'm fine. The drug really works. The pain is much less now. Then my brother came by and pull some jokes on me to cheer me up. My family were there. In times in needs. They took care of me. A nurse accidently made a mistake and my blood spilled all over the bed. My mom looked like she is going to kill the nurse for doing that.But i was thinking "klo sedekah kt nyamok seronok diorng". My mom stayed with me throughout the night. She made 3 chairs to become her bed. i know her back must sore sleeping on it. But she did it for me. I watched her sleeping with a feeling of grateful that she is my mom. My Super Mama.
Anyhow.... the story is soooo much longer and my eyes are sore for looking at this computer, writing on my blog for hours. Therefore, i shall make a conclusion out of this. My family was with me the whole time. Encouraged and loved me the whole time. I am soo lucky and i'm sure that there are many people as lucky as i am to have a great family. The thing you often forget is to appreciate them and love them the most at all times. Your loved ones won't be around for ever and so are you. Love and appreciate when you still have the time. Say "Ahamdulillah" for all the bessings you get and be grateful to Allah S.W.T. :D
