8.08am: “Please come back when u drop Xan off at school.” The Wife had been spending the last couple of weeks at home while I drove our son to and from school every day as I went to work. Today was no different, until my phone buzzed just as I was pulling over at Xander’ … Continue reading Now That’s Expedited Delivery
To be completely blunt, it sucks to be reminded about what caused your downfall in the first place. So I understand completely that you only mean well, but don’t mind me deleting your well-wishes at this point if they consist of the word or connotation of “diet” or “eat healthy” in it.
Three months was a tad longer than I expected to be out of commission, but life happens, and blogging tends to take a back seat as a result. At first it was, “I need to focus on getting a job.” Oh My Word, as promising a proposition as it is for me, sadly wasn’t paying … Continue reading … aaaaaaaand he’s back.
I felt this incident deserved a post on its own, not just because it was completely unexpected and downright hilarious at the time, but you sort of get the feeling that the people in the ward are under a lot more stress than they let out.
“Noticed the solution bag attached to my IV had barely emptied since noon. Wasn’t until I received an injection of meds through the plug, and felt a sharp ‘pop’ in my vein before the liquid meds gushed through, that I found out my blood had clotted at the opening of the plug into my vein (the ‘pop’ was the clot coming loose).”
During my hospital stay, I managed to execute an unexpectedly popular microblogging event of my hospital experience (possibly due to my morphine-induced state; and these are all true accounts) on my Facebook profile that had everyone who was reading in stitches. Here are some of the best.
I was warded in hospital last week, and the most taxing part of the whole ordeal was really the fielding of questions when the wife and I decided to announce my hospitalisation. Here are our top 10 questions we feel you should never ask a guy when he gets hospitalised.
The doctor put me in a room with a bed for me to lie down, and asked one of her receptionist staff to call for an ambulance (she had to repeat it three times to her staff, and later I overheard a young voice asking, “What’s the number ah?”).
As you grow older, you must not take for granted the fact that you are constantly on a learning journey, with your graduation and convocation scheduled to happen only on the day you die – as it still is for me.
Sonologist: “There.” (Pointing at what looks like a little lump holding a flashing LED lightbulb) “That’s your baby. That flashing thing is its heartbeat.”
Me: (standing up to take a closer look) “Heartbeat? That early?” (By now the wife was 6.8 weeks into it) “It looks like a peanut.”
Early this month, I received a call from my wife saying she was going to be late, on account of she had a car accident on the AYE. Nothing serious, just a slight bump against another car’s side. Now, why is that significant?
You may have heard of the 10-minute Mozzie Wipeout. I remember resenting the term “mozzie” being used so endearingly for what I know now to be the one animal species “responsible for killing more humans than any other animal on the planet”.