aye, it's pretty boring being unable to move around. well the past two days have been nothing short of trying, and i honestly dont know how long i can put up with this nonsense haha.

so monday started with me being warded at bout 3. waiting for the operation wasnt scary, well my heartbeat was 62 only so i think i did pretty okay on that haha. but it gets scary when they wheel you into the operating theatre. aye my heart jumped to 85 i think, but generally i was still doing okay. not exactly super scared, more of worried and wondering what it'll be like after that. anyhow my anaesthetist was being lame. he was talking about another nurse bust line!??!? and the nurse kept shushing him, reminding him of my presence. but obviously he enjoyed teasing her, dragging me into the foray and announcing that i'm of age, and more than interested to know her vital stats as well!? and before i konked out, he said something along the lines, okay think of her bust and go to bed. i was nothing short of amused.

the next time i gained consciousness was an hour and a half later. i was trying my best to open my eyes but the muscle relaxant and anaesthetic hasnt exactly worn off. i was so drowsy i could barely feel anything. in between the people visiting me at the hospital (still in a semi unconscious state), i could make out my mum fussing over my swollen eyes. other than that i dosed back off into oblivion. i think i awoke about 10 or so. pin(my cousin) was the only one there. he insisted on spending the night with me at the hospital, which i am more than grateful for. yup so i enjoyed his company in between dosing on and off.

at that time, the pain was still pretty bearable. aye but it's nigging pain and that sucked. it meant i wasnt given any respite even if lie completely still. haha and needless to say, walking (on the crutches) was beyond bearable lol. it felt as though every ounce of blood is gushing down into my operated leg and felt like it was going to explode. aye, i'd say visiting the toilet is the most frustrating thing on earth at the moment. but i'll get better, i hope.

mum's been the guardian angel. pretty much around me all the time whenever i need help. aye, i'm grateful for her support. bro sleeps in the storeroom with me as well and that helps. yday the pain was quite bad so i popped panadol (which obviously does not work) and i looked forward to this morning dose of pain killer. aye i sound so drugged out.

oh and thanks for visiting me yday class. it helped loads to have company. thanks for all the well wishes. i'll survive. the pain's fading (or could simply be the pain killer) yup so my next few days will be spent on the wheelchair and crutches i suppose. no inspiration to start studying, at least not in this condition.

on a side note, i'll change my blog song soon. stay tuned! heh