I haven't really posted this, cause technically its not over yet.
But i think it will end soon.
can feel myself getting better.
voice seems kinda softer.

lets start from the start.
i might not finish it at one go,
but it'll be complete by the end of April,
April 29.

Missed Monday-Wednesday of lessons.
Mar 28-30.
Was hoping for a full week off.
guess luck like that doesn't happen.

in a way, thank goodness it wasn't a week.
the admin stuff was making me nervous.
attendance warning for the month.
OMG!
I don't want any marks on this school's record of me.

I didn't care much for Cedar coz i was stupid,
and in CJC i cared too much for my record and too little for my books,
so now i want to get the balance right.
can't screw this up.
its my last chance, dammit!

Anyway it started in the morning.
Around 6am, the usual.
Woke up with a pressure on my chest,
thought it'd go away.
I even dressed for school and packed my bag and did the works.
But it got significantly sharper.
So I decided to stay at home,
and go to the polyclinic later.
Mom told me to go straight away.
It was like 6.45am.
The registration time was like what - 7.45 or something?
Da Jie and I had a good laugh.

And yes, talking about the laughs.
I have no idea why, but
everytime i'm majorly i'll
i'm always in a super good mood.
pretty high, actually.
The fever last time,
occasionally those dying cramps.
Its funny how i'm so funny sometimes.

The downside to that was:
every time i laughed,
it would activate that stabbing pain right under my right shoulderblade.
But i felt it wasn't a big deal.
So laugh i did.

Then da jie and I went to the polyclinic around 8 or so.
Took bus to central, then walked down.
I started to adapt and take shallower breaths,
but the pain got worse,
until an even sharper piercing pain developed in my right shoulder.
I was also getting quite breathless.
When we reached the polyclinic, it was a waiting game.
no surprise there.
anticipating the wait, da jie and i walked around the pharmacy.

we were joking that if we exacerbated the symptoms,
it would be easier for the doctor to diagnose me.
and yeah,
i got more breathless.
eventually we went to sit at the waiting area,
i was almost done with Les Miserables when it was my turn.
We got a chit, and were directed to wait for a doctor to attend to us.

The waiting here was torture.
It was sooooo long.
Around 2 hours, i suppose.
I finished Les Miserables, and cried like a wuss
when XXX died.
OMG.
Mega spoiler. But ahhhhh
I was crying like a baby.
It was a very VERY good book.

Then after a while,
the nursing home people started to filter in.
They were quite amusing to watch
most of them had identity issues.
Stuck in the past,
a few were probably autistic.
If i had completed my BA Psych,
I would probably know what was wrong with them.

then we (da jie and i) took turns drinking water from the dispenser
with the little conical paper cups.
And i went to the toilet.
Clean. Good.
Then eventually a doctor which wasn't assigned to us called our number.
Most exciting event of that morning thus far.

He checked my breathing and stuff,
and sent me for an X-ray.
First of the many.
I had to go down to the X-ray lab area,
and another round of waiting.
I signed a form saying that i wasn't pregnant,
and signed it again later.
A lady commented
"Even if you are only 10 years old,
they would still make you sign it
cause you're a girl."
LOL.
but then again, true.
Its the protocol thing that SG loves to do.
Like how the Nazis committed genocide cause it was just protocol to them.
Oh well.
Its not like they're bad people at heart.
Its just Hitler.
But i'm veering off the point.

So I took the standing chest X-ray.
I think it was the best one i took.
posed well.
I was surprised it was so fast.
and i could feel the pressure on me when the ray zapped me.
and the slight tingly after-effect feeling.
pretty cool.

Oh yes, i had to change into the gown top.
take off my shirt and bra.
haha.

Then once that was done,
I changed back,
and we were sent back to wait for the doctor to attend to us
AGAIN.
haha.
we were both getting thoroughly sick of that place

then suddenly the doctor poked his head out and anxiously called my name wrongly.
(that was after a good while of waiting.
we were nearly bored to death.
I wonder if that actually happens.
Anyway.)
I was so excited, I jumped up
and dragged Da Jie into the room.
YAY FOR ILLNESS!
on me, at least. not on others.
He reviewed the X-ray,
and concluded i was a pneumothorax!!

Da Jie and I were totally shocked.

The running joke between us earlier was that
"Imagine if you got a pneumothorax from
doing SITUPS and PLANK.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!"

The joke now was that i REALLY got it.
O_O!
Da jie in her worry asked redundant/irrelevant questions to the doctor
who in his shocked state replied seriously.
In hindsight it was actually quite funny too.
I also stupidly asked if I could stay at home,
wondering if it would go away on its own.
(It would have, but at a much much slower rate,
and maybe with added complications.
So yes, it was a stupid question.)

So i was given a reccomendation to go to TTSH A&E,
and was ordered to receive treatment within the day.
The irony of it all was that there were queues of people outside who looked genuinely sick, but i was the one with the A&E referral, and i was still healthy enough to be walking around and kidding and making bad jokes. I even could pay for my Polyclinic visit and correct the clerk when she said 'Remember to go for your appointment, ah'; and smartly reply (with Da Jie, as usual) 'There's no appointment, its A&E - today.'
Its not exact, but the effect was there.
It was quite amazing,
if i say so myself.
Then we started wondering:
A&E now or later?
cab or train?

In the end we decided to take bus back,
but my breathlessness was worse,
but i played it down,
so Da Jie cooked minced meat soba for lunch.
I just took soup, cause i wasn't hungry.
But i did have a few strands of soba.
Then somewhere along the way,
Dajie had a brainwave,
and decided to call Jason to fetch us.
I was quite guilty, actually.
Bothering other people with my illness...
but dajie wanted to do it,
so what could i say?

Jason thought it was a genuine A&E case
and panicked, i think.
but when he came over,
we were like slacking around and stuff.
oh yes.

we thought i would get warded,
so we decided to pack for a holiday.
in the end it was just minor surgery,
observation,
and send home.
no warding at all.
how disappointing.
but they were short of beds,
and i seemed happy enough.
so what the heck..
haha.
send the sick patient home.

So after all was eaten and cleared and packed for the journey,
(this sounds like The Hobbit)
we took Jason's car, with Ignatius too!
He dropped Ignatius home,
and dropped us at the A&E bay at TTSH,
and went off.
nice guy.
I felt so guilty.
did i mention that earlier?
i think i did.


i'll continue this another time.
its not like i'll be forgetting it so quickly, anyway.

I haven't really posted this, cause technically its not over yet.
But i think it will end soon.
can feel myself getting better.
voice seems kinda softer.

lets start from the start.
i might not finish it at one go,
but it'll be complete by the end of April,
April 29.

Missed Monday-Wednesday of lessons.
Mar 28-30.
Was hoping for a full week off.
guess luck like that doesn't happen.

in a way, thank goodness it wasn't a week.
the admin stuff was making me nervous.
attendance warning for the month.
OMG!
I don't want any marks on this school's record of me.

I didn't care much for Cedar coz i was stupid,
and in CJC i cared too much for my record and too little for my books,
so now i want to get the balance right.
can't screw this up.
its my last chance, dammit!

Anyway it started in the morning.
Around 6am, the usual.
Woke up with a pressure on my chest,
thought it'd go away.
I even dressed for school and packed my bag and did the works.
But it got significantly sharper.
So I decided to stay at home,
and go to the polyclinic later.
Mom told me to go straight away.
It was like 6.45am.
The registration time was like what - 7.45 or something?
Da Jie and I had a good laugh.

And yes, talking about the laughs.
I have no idea why, but
everytime i'm majorly i'll
i'm always in a super good mood.
pretty high, actually.
The fever last time,
occasionally those dying cramps.
Its funny how i'm so funny sometimes.

The downside to that was:
every time i laughed,
it would activate that stabbing pain right under my right shoulderblade.
But i felt it wasn't a big deal.
So laugh i did.

Then da jie and I went to the polyclinic around 8 or so.
Took bus to central, then walked down.
I started to adapt and take shallower breaths,
but the pain got worse,
until an even sharper piercing pain developed in my right shoulder.
I was also getting quite breathless.
When we reached the polyclinic, it was a waiting game.
no surprise there.
anticipating the wait, da jie and i walked around the pharmacy.

we were joking that if we exacerbated the symptoms,
it would be easier for the doctor to diagnose me.
and yeah,
i got more breathless.
eventually we went to sit at the waiting area,
i was almost done with Les Miserables when it was my turn.
We got a chit, and were directed to wait for a doctor to attend to us.

The waiting here was torture.
It was sooooo long.
Around 2 hours, i suppose.
I finished Les Miserables, and cried like a wuss
when XXX died.
OMG.
Mega spoiler. But ahhhhh
I was crying like a baby.
It was a very VERY good book.

Then after a while,
the nursing home people started to filter in.
They were quite amusing to watch
most of them had identity issues.
Stuck in the past,
a few were probably autistic.
If i had completed my BA Psych,
I would probably know what was wrong with them.

then we (da jie and i) took turns drinking water from the dispenser
with the little conical paper cups.
And i went to the toilet.
Clean. Good.
Then eventually a doctor which wasn't assigned to us called our number.
Most exciting event of that morning thus far.

He checked my breathing and stuff,
and sent me for an X-ray.
First of the many.
I had to go down to the X-ray lab area,
and another round of waiting.
I signed a form saying that i wasn't pregnant,
and signed it again later.
A lady commented
"Even if you are only 10 years old,
they would still make you sign it
cause you're a girl."
LOL.
but then again, true.
Its the protocol thing that SG loves to do.
Like how the Nazis committed genocide cause it was just protocol to them.
Oh well.
Its not like they're bad people at heart.
Its just Hitler.
But i'm veering off the point.

So I took the standing chest X-ray.
I think it was the best one i took.
posed well.
I was surprised it was so fast.
and i could feel the pressure on me when the ray zapped me.
and the slight tingly after-effect feeling.
pretty cool.

Oh yes, i had to change into the gown top.
take off my shirt and bra.
haha.

Then once that was done,
I changed back,
and we were sent back to wait for the doctor to attend to us
AGAIN.
haha.
we were both getting thoroughly sick of that place

then suddenly the doctor poked his head out and anxiously called my name wrongly.
(that was after a good while of waiting.
we were nearly bored to death.
I wonder if that actually happens.
Anyway.)
I was so excited, I jumped up
and dragged Da Jie into the room.
YAY FOR ILLNESS!
on me, at least. not on others.
He reviewed the X-ray,
and concluded i was a pneumothorax!!

Da Jie and I were totally shocked.

The running joke between us earlier was that
"Imagine if you got a pneumothorax from
doing SITUPS and PLANK.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!"

The joke now was that i REALLY got it.
O_O!
Da jie in her worry asked redundant/irrelevant questions to the doctor
who in his shocked state replied seriously.
In hindsight it was actually quite funny too.
I also stupidly asked if I could stay at home,
wondering if it would go away on its own.
(It would have, but at a much much slower rate,
and maybe with added complications.
So yes, it was a stupid question.)

So i was given a reccomendation to go to TTSH A&E,
and was ordered to receive treatment within the day.
The irony of it all was that there were queues of people outside who looked genuinely sick, but i was the one with the A&E referral, and i was still healthy enough to be walking around and kidding and making bad jokes. I even could pay for my Polyclinic visit and correct the clerk when she said 'Remember to go for your appointment, ah'; and smartly reply (with Da Jie, as usual) 'There's no appointment, its A&E - today.'
Its not exact, but the effect was there.
It was quite amazing,
if i say so myself.
Then we started wondering:
A&E now or later?
cab or train?

In the end we decided to take bus back,
but my breathlessness was worse,
but i played it down,
so Da Jie cooked minced meat soba for lunch.
I just took soup, cause i wasn't hungry.
But i did have a few strands of soba.
Then somewhere along the way,
Dajie had a brainwave,
and decided to call Jason to fetch us.
I was quite guilty, actually.
Bothering other people with my illness...
but dajie wanted to do it,
so what could i say?

Jason thought it was a genuine A&E case
and panicked, i think.
but when he came over,
we were like slacking around and stuff.
oh yes.

we thought i would get warded,
so we decided to pack for a holiday.
in the end it was just minor surgery,
observation,
and send home.
no warding at all.
how disappointing.
but they were short of beds,
and i seemed happy enough.
so what the heck..
haha.
send the sick patient home.

So after all was eaten and cleared and packed for the journey,
(this sounds like The Hobbit)
we took Jason's car, with Ignatius too!
He dropped Ignatius home,
and dropped us at the A&E bay at TTSH,
and went off.
nice guy.
I felt so guilty.
did i mention that earlier?
i think i did.


i'll continue this another time.
its not like i'll be forgetting it so quickly, anyway.