We reached CGH at 8am on the dot, waited for registration until 8.30am. Changed into the surgical gown and proceeded to the surgical area. Watched Amazing Race while lying on the mobile bed, waiting for my turn to enter the surgical theatre. When I was being wheeled into the surgical theatre, I was frightened for a moment, just for a moment. In my mind I was thinking, "Well, here goes. I wonder what is awaiting for me". I've always watched tv where they show the ceiling through the camera lens while someone is being wheeled into the operating theatre, oh gosh, now I'm really watching the ceiling through my own eyes.

The operating theatre was very bright. The nurses kept asking me the same questions over and over again. What is your name, your NRIC, when did you have your last meal and drink, did u eat or drink anything this morning, what surgery are you here for today? I kept repeating until I was feeling irritated already.

The doctor in charge of aesthetics begin to poke this super huge needle into my hand and told me that she will be injecting the aesthetics into me. Then a nurse gave me the oxygen mask to breathe. Suddenly I felt a numbing pain rushing through my arm, next thing I know, I woke up with a pain in my chest. It felt like they had scooped something out of me. Hmmm... that was fast. I didn't even know how I concussed. I wasn't expecting to be knocked out completely. But somehow I knew that the surgery was over. I looked at the clock, it was 11plus.

I drifted in and out of sleep, there were lots of hospital staffs walking around me. They couldn't get a hospital bed yet, so I was lying on the mobile bed in the waiting area. I was beginning to feel restless, then they shifted me to a area with less people and dimmer lights. That was when I noticed a bruise on my arm, must be the blood pressure monitor. They attached the blood pressure monitor and the pulse monitor on the same arm, so when the blood pressure monitor was at work, the pulse monitor would loose signal of the pulse and starts an alarm. They allowed laogong to visit me, and I kept joking to him that I was dead each time the the alarm went off. The hospital staff don't even bother to check on me when the alarm rang, I wonder what is the purpose of all those monitors then.

At about 1plus, they managed to get me a bed. I got the whole room to myself. Hee... Brunch was served at 2plus, bread with butter and very diluted milo. But I gobbled up what would be garbage to me on regular days cos I was SUPER hungry! Checked out of the hospital at 3plus, then we proceeded to grab lunch at Eastpoint. I ate super a lot of stuff, a bowl of mushroom and fish ban mian and tau suan for desert. I can still managed to eat dinner at 8plus, but I didn't finish my bowl of fishball noodles cos it was too darn oily. (pls don't eat the fishball noodles from Kopitiam at Whitesands ya.) I wonder where did my appetite come from.

I was given 1 week of hospitalization leave, in my heart, I secretly did a double flip. Now I can skip the career exhibition on Sunday! Hehehe... Okiez, the experience was something totally new and though I'm the kind who loves to explore new things, you can count me out on such experience again. Once is enough u heard me up there?

PS: Thanks for accompanying me laogong. You're the best. Muackz!