Back to work today, it shall be.
It’s been a long rest, and I’m almost, just almost, ecstatic to get out of the house..
I went out for a walk on my own yesterday.
(and somehow ended up spending $120 at the Watson’s store..)
My speech and physical movements have picked up,
as it was previously a slight slur. I can type just a little bit faster than previously when I was first hit.
The headache’s improved by not pounding as incessantly as before. That mentioned, my medication has finished and I hope that somehow I’d be able to get it off the counter without having to meet the doctor again.. The waiting time is a bitch..
I’m still easily breathless if I get surprised or shocked;
my colleagues can vouch for that.
Was at work the other day when someone decided to surprise me from behind, at 4 bloody am..
I managed take a seat before I realised my whole body started shaking so badly, I looked like I was having spasms. I wanted to take a breather by going to the balcony just along the corridor of the office, but when I stood up and took a few steps, my sight started to fill with flashes and the next thing I know my manager and colleague were rushing to me, asking me to lie down, for fear that I might faint and hit my head on the ground..
I have a CT brain scan due at the Singapore General Hospital, having asked to be transferred from Raffles Hospital as Raffles is considered to be one of those ‘nifty’, private hospitals, there I’m sure the price tag will be ‘nifty’ as well.
Besides, I rather be in a place where I know it’s fully equipped and for that I thank my stars that I was born in Singapore..
To date, I still have not gone for my brain scan, and neither have I told my parents about it. As it is, my mother started sobbing uncontrollably when I went to Raffles Hospital for the mild stroke incident..
My stepdad somehow suspects that it’s too good to be true that I was only asked to rest at home after all that hullabaloo..
I know that it’s payable by Medisave if I’m admitted into the hospital prior to the scan or afterward, for a day. But if I don’t then I’d have to pay everything in cash..
And Aidilfitri is coming..
I don’t want to eat my cookies and cakes in a hospital..
I want to run around (okay, so now it’s shuffling around) with my cousins, nieces and nephews during house visits..
And what’s the Mr got to say on all that, you say?
Well I don’t know.
I never asked.
Let’s try get some sleep before tonight, shall we?
P/S: Thank you Sam for bothering to smuggle in food during my stay. I would have died if it wasn’t for sane pieces of tuna croissant. It made a difference to me. Thanks.
