hospital hotel

am now sitting at starbucks cafe, pantai hospital bangsar, having a fantastic banana java chip while waiting for my ct scan result. with the high speed internet access, comfortable seatings n the jazz music background, i love this hospital.

my first hospital experience was in year 2002. i was admitted to sjmc for an ovarian cysts surgery. minus all the motherfucking pain from the surgery, i must say (i know it's really weird) i actually like the 5 days 4 nights stay there.

well, the first night was horrible as i shared the twin bedroom with a fat slob who snores like a dinosaur. when she wasnt sleeping she crunched chips that rocks the whole hospital. when she wasnt crunching chips she talked loudly on the phone as if the other end is deaf. when she wasnt on the phone her whole kampung came to visit her n kids running all over the room n peeping at me through the curtain. with lack of sleep n the pain after the anesthetic my temperature shot up to the sky. the dinosaur's snore alarmed the nurse, she came in to ask if i wanna transfer to other room. i lied on the bed like a paralysed but i nodded my head eagerly, my tears almost came out as i was so grateful for this 'offer'...

damn drama right?

the next day i was transfered to a single occupancy room, i was willing to pay the extra cost in exchange for a good sleep. since then the whole ambience the whole experience changed. it's like in movie or commercial that u see a ray of light shines on everything then things jus turn from black n white to full color.

the room was MINE, i hav my OWN toilet, n my OWN tv with astro channels. from second nights onwards, i felt like i was staying in a hotel (like i said, minus the motherfucking pain from the surgery). 4 times a day including teatime the room service (nurse lah..) would deliver meals to me, the housekeeping (nurse lah...) changed bedsheet and tidy up the room daily, n in the middle of the night jus one click on the button, the service would be there for me, be it an extra pillow, blanket, water or painkiller... it's so complete. on my last day i almost felt like i was on vacation oredi n i checked out with much memories.

damn drama right?

pls forgive me as first time is always the most memorable one.

n of cos, all this becos i hav an insured medical card. never doubt what insurance can help u in life. i upgraded my plan right after i was discharged. i told my agent whatever it is, i will never stay at a twin sharing room again.

i hav visited friends uncles aunties in general hospital, i tell myself i must work hard n afford myself in a better environment when am sick, in the moment when am suffering. now with insurance as my back up am never scared of being admitted. well, if it's a fatal disease i will put myself to sleep, having said this, i havent found the country that legalise this, the search will go on.

it is it already.

i finally found happiness, thought it may be temporary but i feel my body n mind is so light now.

becos i've resigned.

wat's next may not turn out to be wat i wanted the most, but it's wat i needed the most for the time being.

to get a way out. n breathe.

suddenly everything in the office becomes lovely and easy on sight. moving forward, i guess i wont't feel nausea when i see the burger idiots.

n i forgive the sucker oredi becos it doesn't matter anymore.