A continuation from the previous entry.

Wednesday

I woke up quite early this day, about 5.30am because I couldn’t sleep for long. The nurse came in and gave me an injection on my left hip. It’s an injection based pain killer and according to the nurse, it’s very high dose. I am schedule to do another MRI at 8am. My mum came to the hospital earlier as well and she went to the MRI scanning room with me.

I was pushed to the radiology department at about 8am, went on to the scanning bed with the help of two male radiographers, after my dad’s complaint the previous night.

This time, the radiographer didn’t even have to leave the room to start the test and I was already in pain. I told him I am still in pain and I don’t think I can do it. They have no choice but to send me back to my ward and consult the doctor.

At about 10am, I was given another injection on my right hip, the same injection I had earlier. This time, the injection really made me dizzy and semi concious. After about 15 minutes, I was pushed to the radiology department again for the MRI.

This time I felt less pain, although there is still pain, but noticibly less. The procedure went alright, after about 15 minutes or so, the radiographer came in and gave me a contrast injection on my right hand, a medicine that will show my veins clearly in the films. Then I was pushed in the scanning machine again and continued with the test again. After the test, I was pushed back to my ward.

I was unconcious for the whole day after the two pain killer injections. Wai Soon came to visit me but I don’t really remember it. I do have “visions” of it but I thought it was a dream or something like that. I was given a “shooting star”, a code for the nurses. It means I can’t walk aroung or I’ll be “shooting” around, I think it means something like that.
The MRI results came back and my dad said that my disc is about the same as the last MRI and the anesthetist will continue with the steroid jab the next day.

The rest of the day is like a dream to me, I don’t really remember what happened, I was really high because of the pain killers.  I asked about the pain killers and it was of a name I couldn’t pronounce.  It is also very similar to morphine.  No wonder I was so high!

To Be Continued…

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…

I was just looking at my website statistics and found out that a few of my photos were used by other websites without my permission.  While I can’t really do much because the photos are on the internet, I just don’t feel good about it.

It’s like I am paying the bandwidth for them.  If you want to steal photos from someone else’s website, at least save it in an online image server or your own server instead of just taking it out from mine!   I think I’ll have to put watermarks on my pictures.

The bandwidth right now is still quite alright as not many people are visiting my website and the 10GB monthly bandwidth could still cope with all these thieves.

I’ll update more on my back later in the day, wanted to do it now but I just got a call from Koon, he is near my house already and he is planning to visit me.

P.S. If you were wondering what pictures were stolen from me, it’s the pic of Vivo City in Singapore (you can get this ANYWHERE, why want to steal it from me?) and the picture of my iPod Shuffle (can also get it everywhere, the official pictures are better, why want to steal it from me?)

Been waking up quite early these few days because I couldn’t sleep for long as my back aches like hell.  It’s been quite some time since I woke up at a normal person’s time.  After my resignation, I used to sleep at dawn and wake up in the afternoon.  These days, I wake up from 5AM to 9AM, which is normal.

Anyway, it’s Eileen’s birthday today.  Had dinner with her family last night because it was her dad’s birthday.  Their birthday’s are just 1 day apart.  Nothing much planned for tonight, coz I couldn’t drive and couldn’t sit for too long.  I initially wanted to watch a movie with her, then have dinner and just walk around but I can’t do that now.  So maybe tonight we are just going for a nice dinner.  I think I’ll go buy flowers for her later, if i manage to walk.

I’ll be talking to my dad about the steroid jab either today or tomorrow and hopefully get it done next week.  I’ll update you guys here.

So that’s it I think.  Will update if I have moe wtuff to write.

Wei Yih called me just now and asked about my condition.  He prayed for me over the phone.  I really appreciate it.

Yat Yat came to my house to see how am I doing yesterday and he offered to help me with some stuff.

My mum has been praying for me everyday since the beginning of all these problems.  She’s been coping with all the trouble I’ve given to her. 

My dad took time off his busy schedule to bring me to the doctors and used his connections asking advice from some of the best doctors, even as far as from Australia.

My brother has been calling my father and has been trying to talk to me via MSN to ask about my condition.

Eileen came to my house yesterday and see how am I doing.  She is very sad because she can’t really do much to help me but her unconditional love for me is enough. Her birthday is next week and I don’t think I can celebrate it with her.  I am really sorry. 

Sometimes I feel lucky and fortunate to have friends and family like these.  I can’t really imagine how worried they are.  I really appreciate for what they have done.  From the bottom of my hear, THANK YOU.

I have to make a decision tomorrow to see if I want to go for a steroid jab.  From what I see and what i’ve been told, I have only two options, surgery or steroids.  Surgery is the last resort, I guess I’ll be going for the steroid jab. 

I have to go off now, I can’t really stand the pain sitting down in front of my computer typing for too long.

I love you guys!