I was hospitalized in Sunway Medical Center since Tuesday night and I just came home last night.  My chronicals in the hospital.  Very long entry.
Tuesday

Went to the hospital to see the anesthetist because the pain killers he’e given me couldn’t kill my pain.  He suggested me to go for the steroid jab.  Since the last MRI I took was more than 6 months ago and my pain has escalated since then, he also asked me to go for another MRI screen.  Made an appointment with the radiology department at 5pm.  So we went home and came back at 5pm.

Went back at 5pm, there were a few people in front of me, so I waited until about 6pm.  I’m ok with the waiting.  Changed to a gown and waited for my turn.  When it was my turn, I had to lie down straight on the bed/table.  I have difficulties lying down still and straight.  My dad wanted to help me but he was not allowed in the scanning room as it was activated magnatically.  The radiographer helped me on the bed and went back to the control room to activate the test.

About 5 minutes through the test, I couldn’t take the pain and I was already moaning in pain.  I pressed the button that was given to me but I don’t think the radiographer and the radiologist heard it.  I pressed it again after 2 minutes or so, by this time, my moaning became loader and tears came out of my eyes.  I was trying VERY hard not to move but I really couldn’t stand the pain so I pressed the button again and I heard a voice saying, “Justin, just one more minute, just one more minute.” I was screaming by then.  After about 1 minute, the radiographer came in, pulled the bed out from the machine.  I was crying in pain and was screaming like no tomorrow.  The whole radiology departments was filled with my screams.  I was breathing so heavily that i choked on my tears.  It’s apain that I could never forget and a pain that I don’t want to go through again.  My mum and dad was at the door looking helplessly at me because they couldn’t enter the scanning room.  I heard my mum crying.  Eileen told me that she was scared to look but she cried as well.  I knew that I need to stand up or sit down to ease my pain.  So I asked the radiographer to pull me up, then I felt another pain, it was even greater, I screamed so loud that i lost my voice after that.

I managed to get up slowly and went outside the room to rest.  I heard my dad complaining/scolding the radiologist and radiographers because they didn’t help me lie down on the bed initially and they didn’t let me dad help me lying down just now.  I told my dad not to quarrel anymore because the noise is just disturbing my already semi-concious mind.  My mum said to admit me into the wards and the radiologist said to try taking the MRI tomorrow with the help of pain killers.

So I was warded and had dinner and pain killers to kill my pain.  I was warded in a four-bedded room.  My dad wanted a single room but the hospital was full.  My pain was relieved and I felt much better because I don’t have to keep in a position for too long, I could move around.  My mum, dad and Eileen went home later at night.

My Tag

My Room and Bed Number

I shared the room with 3 other patients.  The person sleeping on the bed next to mine snores REALLY LOUD, and I really mean LOUD.  I was thinking, everyone, I assume, who sleeps in the hospital is sick to some point and this guy could sleep so comfortably? When there are people coming to visit him at night at about 10-11pm, he talked so loud.  Does everything he does needs to be so loud? 

I also noticed this symbol everywhere on the ceiling.  I don’t know what symbol is this, someone told me it’s for praying.

Later that night, Yat Yat, Ah Kit, Cartoon came to visit.  I went to bed after they left, waking up a few times in between because I can’t stay in one position for long.

To Be Continued…