Let's Go To The Zoo.. There's Lots of Things To Do.... and to Throw up.....

The kids with a Parentie lizard

Today, I set my own personal record.. I drove to the Zoo without looking at my UBD... nope, not a peek.... relied on my Sat Nav. Boy was it good! The kids were excited, all slipped, slopped and slapped up and all eager to explore Perth Zoo. After we arrived, Bryan was of course, looking for crocs which we found.... One giant saltie (saltwater croc) and one small Freshwater croc... He was fortunate to see the giant being fed.

After that, we went to the cafe for lunch. Bryan hardly touched his food when he started to throw up continually. After that, we called it quits and went back. Poor boy was so lethargic that he literally slept. I kept a watchful eye on him in case he went into dehydration mode. Luckily after a few hours of on-off sleep, his vomiting subsided, tolerated gastrolytes.... then the runs started... my goodness.... After a couple of runs, he just gave up and luckily I still had a pack of XL diapers which I didn't give away. He was rather puzzled with it but resigned to wearing it for the time being. This damn bug really did him in for the past 10 hours. I hope he gets well tomorrow. I'm going SHOPPING at Carousel at sparrow fart tomorrow. CHIONG AH!

Mumosore

Bryan will be happy to know that mummy's now a newly discovered species... Mom-oh-so-sore...
My right groin still hurts from the op, my right elbow's got a huge bruise on it cos I hit it against the door yesterday, my back hurts cos I think I have been doing a lot of lifting recently, my chest hurts a little still post op and lastly, my eyes hurt because of the story in red below...

Have been MIA for the past few days cos my BIL paid us a visit over the weekend. I felt so bad cos I couldn't take him out to the city, or Freo to shop cos I wasn't feeling 100% yet. But good thing was we really spent a lot of time catching up. He'd show me movie clips of my nephews and sister, and I'd well up in tears cos they've grown up so much and I do miss them heaps! I hope to see them next year.

I drove out to Heron Park and showed my BIL our plot of land. The slab's still there of course, and what else did we see? Some CCBLC ran all over it with what seems like an ATV, leaving burning rubber marks all over my floor! My BIL took some pics of them. Will post them after he emails them to me. Then you'll see what those PKM did. I hope no one steals the window frames or the bags of cement. Today, hubby saw the workers laying some bricks already. The window frames are still there... Phew... I tell you ah, some of these bloody youths here ah, have nothing else better to do than to damage property. Wait till it happens to themselves or their family then they'll know that they brought it to themselves and then hopefully, their Jiminy Cricket will whisper in their ear, "It's called KARMA, YOU A**H****!"

Ayam Back! But...........................

I am very disappointed... mostly with myself. Let me rewind............

I arrived Hollywood Hosp at 11am, and was ushered by a very friendly consierge through what seemed like tunnels in a pre-war building. Honestly, the hospital is undergoing some renovations and there were wooden boards everywhere and every floor looked the same from the elevator view. Soon we reached what felt like eternity, a few floors towards Lucifer's playground. The door opened and there was a HUGE "FERTILITY" sign pointing to the left and a "DOSA" sign pointing to the right... I chuckled and explained to the consierge what DOSA actually meant in Malay. There, I reached the "reception room" where I was the youngest there... there, the receptionist came over with my file, going through my personal details e.g. what's your name, address, what's your favourite boy band, do I think she looked fat in those pants..... Then the question I was dreading to hear "what will you pay by"... I wanted to answer "with my spleen and appendix" but I thought I'd better not offer those bits just in case I need collateral for a personal loan in the future. You could almost hear Derrick groaning in pain when the receptionist fired up the MasterCard to the tune of AUD$13000.00. "Don't you have Private health Insurance" you ask? Well that's part 2 of the story. After picking Derrick off the floor, we was ushered to a nearby treatment room where a gum-chewing nurse took my vital statistics... temp, BP, pulse oxymeter, pulses from different parts of my body, bust size etc.....Then we were told to wait for 30mins for an RN to cannulise me. 30mins became 40mins, 40 became more than an hour. Finally, a very friendly young porter came in with a wheelchair to wheel me to the theater. That, my friends, was the beginning of my disappointment.

Upon arrival at the theater, I was parked in front of the fridge.... Staff passed me with food and hot beverages on their way to the lounge.. I am hungry... I don't do hunger well. I could hear the food calling out to me. An RN finally put a canulla on my left arm Cos I needed my right hand to hang on to dear Racheal's plastic rosary. I went through 4 decades of rosary while waiting for my turn. At last, my turn came. The Theater RN was nice, she microwaved the gel pad before sticking in on to my back. 10 years ago, in Singapore, the gel pad was freezing cold and I was shivering like a turkey on Thanksgiving eve. Anyway, the theater staff were excellent. To take my mind off the pain and from the fact that my heart were stimulated to do cartwheels, we played "80's music trivia". My surgeon played too..... he's one cool dude who is also a trained classical pianist. Honestly, there is so much difference comparing nursing staff here with those in Singapore hospitals. Over here, I finally meet people who can match my wit.....

MOving on.... Local Anaesthetic numbed my right groin and believe me, when you have numerous probes going into your body, you CAN still feel it.... it's not THAT painful, it just feels like something crawling up your insides and you just can't scratch it. Anyway, I felt some referred pain on my top left shoulder.. I guess that's the price to pay for being so bony. Anyway, tests showed the ablation done 10 years ago was indeed successful and this time, I have problems arising from my atrium. With a very apologetic look on his face, my surgeon said the words I dread to hear the most, "I have bad news". Apparently after successfully getting rid of my SVT due to AV nodal reentry 10 years ago, I have now Atrial ectopy with tachycardia. So surgeon started me on Tambocor 2x daily and to see him after a 2D echo in January 09. Will go for more major surgery next year, for Pulmonary Vein ablation No peace for the wicked i guess.....

So now you know why I'm so disappointed? Spent $13K, heart still not fixed and now my groin and my chest still hurts...... and it's all my bloody fault.

This Is The Day.. This Is The Day

Woke up countless times during the night.. 3am, 4+am, 5+ am.. twice and finally, at 6.45am, I just couldn't fall asleep anymore, woke up and now having a cup of milo... then again will try to cram in more food till 8am. I don't do hunger well, so I gotta try to munch as much as possible.

For those who are still wondering where I'll be going to today, I'll be booked in to a $10K-potentially $17K spa at 11am for 24 hours, if the beauty nip/tuck treatment for the heart goes well. 6 hours post op, I'll be confined to my golden bed, hooked up to a heart monitor, resting on my down feather pillow. Not having to leave my bed to go pee, I get to use their.... wait for it.... their gold plated bedpan.. Of course after that 6 hours if I don't con't to potentially bleed and if I'm not dizzy, I get to walk to the loo to have a shower.. but then it'll will be in the middle of the night, so I guess I'll just probably freshen up with their sparkling tap water and hopefully, be able to sit comfortably on their diamond crested toilet and wipe my bottom with rolls of money toilet paper...... $17K... if the surgery doesn't kill me, the bill would probably do me in.... Let this be a lesson to all who either do not have private health insurance here in Oz or have insurances which has this clause that says... "excluding cardiac procedures........." which was our case. Lesson learnt?............DON'T SEND A MAN TO DO A WOMAN'S JOB, HECK, Don't send a man to do even a MAN'S JOB.......... all he had to do is that one thing.. get insurance... and THIS he gets..... probably landed the cheapest for him....
See? $17K lesson learnt... and yes, I have taken over the insurance matter now, absolving him from all legal matters at home.

With this ranting, I shall leave you all for 2 days, and will be back after my op. Stay tuned and help me pray for my safe return. I thank all my family, friends, particularly my Parish Priest who have prayed so much for me.

7hrs to surgery.......................

One Day To Surgery!

Before I forget, please don't tell my mom. I don't intend to tell her until after the op is over. Don't want her to worry.

Anyway, will be arriving the hospital on Tuesday morning. Honestly I don't do hunger well. I don't know how I can steal some nibbles every now and then. Too bad I can't take my camera into the theatre........

Glad MIL has arrived. She has done some cooking past 2 days and oh are they are scrumptious. Will check in tomorrow, if not, then after my op.

See you then.........