Admitting into the hospital is never an issue for me because it’s almost an annual event to me. However, this is my first time admitting into a hospital in KL where I don’t know many people here, having relatives but we are not close and I don’t even know where exactly I’ve hospitalized myself except for the name of the hospital and the direction to get there from University Hospital. Interesting, isn’t? And, you can definitely imagine how many people would be visiting me.
In Penang, visitors flowing in and out visiting me non-stop and some of them even stayed on to accompany me in the day. Here? All I have is my dear Polly Yoong who visit me each day, L.C. Choo who came to share God’s Word with me, my cell phone, and “I, me and myself”. A friend from J.B. asked who is with me and I told her that I’m alone and she said, “No! There are three persons with you, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.”
Day 1: 19 June 2007: No Bed For Me
This morning, I went back to work as usual reporting in at 6:10am. By 7am, my stomach started to bloat (size: five months pregnant) and by 8am, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I left the office and drove to University Hospital. After waiting for a long time, the General Practitioner attends to me and then, told me to take the medication he prescribed and wait for six weeks. If by then, I’m still unwell, they’ll take further action and I started to think, “Huh?!?!? Six weeks? No one will know what happen to me if I would have died by then.”
With the directions of my friend, I drove to Assunta Hospital and immediately, medical attention came to me at the Emergency Ward at 11:40am. At about 5:15pm, Polly Yoong came in with her sister, helped me to go through the admission procedure. The specialist came to see me at 7pm and I was at the Emergency Ward until 10pm before they sent me to the ward. In between those waiting time, I started to get worried whether will there be a bed for me. I even text my friends to pray that I will have a bed and, that reminds me of Mary and Joseph moving from inn to inn looking for a room.
Day 2: 20 June 2007: Vivienne’s Nightmare
After fasting over the night, the doctor allowed me to have my lunch and dinner, and continue to fast later in the evening. I was to take Fleet, the medication that scares me most. Awful taste and the after-effect are torturing. Oh no! My nightmare is going to begin this evening and my heart began to beat faster as evening draws nearer.
Day 3: 21 June 2007: Scope Day
Nothing exciting this morning because after another bottle of Fleet at 6am and in total, I’ve purged thirty times. The nurse takes me down to the Day Surgery Unit for endoscopy and colonoscopy at 9:30am. The doctor came in to check on me and said that everything is fine because I’m suffering from gastric and nothing else. Dinner came by and I ate as usual, and about thirty minutes later, I can see my stomach started to bloat again. Doctor came in later at night as an emergency call and told me that I need to go through another test, Barium Meal Flow Through as a last resort. Again, I had to be on fasting mode and the nurse removed the IV drip.
Day 4: 22 June 2007: Dying Day
This morning, I started to feel very down and nothing came across my mind but just to text my friends to pray for me. I was sent to the x-ray department at about 9:40am and my head started to feel dizzy. At the x-ray room, they prepared me for the test and towards the end of the first session at about 11:30am, my headache started to become quite bad. The nurse sent me back to my bed at 12:30pm after a few x-rays were taken.
The nurses gave me one painkiller tablet but it didn’t work and the pain continued to get from bad to worst. At 2pm, the nurse came in with the wheelchair to take me down to the x-ray department for another picture. I couldn’t even open up my eyes because it’s just so dizzy! Nothing came to my mind except all those friends who had passed away. It was like as though I'm nearing death. I felt so exhausted and do not even have any energy to help myself move around – not even get up of the bed or lie down on the bed and so on.
After the 2pm shot, again, I was wheeled back to my bed and in less than a few minutes, the headache got so terrible that I couldn’t even move, open my eyes or even talk! I don’t even have the energy to press the bell to call the nurse and the only thing that came out of me was only tears and nothing else. Thank God, my next bed neighbor helped me to call the nurse. Went for another x-ray at 4pm and had my dinner. The last picture was then taken at 8pm and I had a real good sleep after that.
Day 5: 23 June 2007: Alive!!!
The doctor came to check on me and told me the results weren’t out yet. So, we were waiting for the results and the earliest I can get discharged would only be tomorrow. I started to get real bored.
Day 6: 24 June 2007: Discharge
The day came and I get to be discharged from the hospital. The process took up a lot of time. I waited from 12:35pm and finally, everything was cleared up at 6:30pm.
Before the admission, a friend, Sau Chan, got me a book, “The Power Of A Praying Woman” and I really want to thank her for this because it thought me to rely on prayers and never stop reading the Word of God even when I’m in the hospital. It had helped me to go through the days and during such times, I spent time with the Lord, sing praises to Him (thank you L.C. Choo for the praise book). At the same time, I get to share my joy with my other patient-mate in my four-bedded room, as they were so amazed that I could still laugh, joke and be happy even I’m feeling so sick. They saw how torturing I am during the past days and how I can still express my joy to them. The only thing I know is: Our Omnipotent God is with me there and He had never left me alone. Praise be to God!
In Penang, visitors flowing in and out visiting me non-stop and some of them even stayed on to accompany me in the day. Here? All I have is my dear Polly Yoong who visit me each day, L.C. Choo who came to share God’s Word with me, my cell phone, and “I, me and myself”. A friend from J.B. asked who is with me and I told her that I’m alone and she said, “No! There are three persons with you, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.”
Day 1: 19 June 2007: No Bed For Me
This morning, I went back to work as usual reporting in at 6:10am. By 7am, my stomach started to bloat (size: five months pregnant) and by 8am, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I left the office and drove to University Hospital. After waiting for a long time, the General Practitioner attends to me and then, told me to take the medication he prescribed and wait for six weeks. If by then, I’m still unwell, they’ll take further action and I started to think, “Huh?!?!? Six weeks? No one will know what happen to me if I would have died by then.”
With the directions of my friend, I drove to Assunta Hospital and immediately, medical attention came to me at the Emergency Ward at 11:40am. At about 5:15pm, Polly Yoong came in with her sister, helped me to go through the admission procedure. The specialist came to see me at 7pm and I was at the Emergency Ward until 10pm before they sent me to the ward. In between those waiting time, I started to get worried whether will there be a bed for me. I even text my friends to pray that I will have a bed and, that reminds me of Mary and Joseph moving from inn to inn looking for a room.
Day 2: 20 June 2007: Vivienne’s Nightmare
After fasting over the night, the doctor allowed me to have my lunch and dinner, and continue to fast later in the evening. I was to take Fleet, the medication that scares me most. Awful taste and the after-effect are torturing. Oh no! My nightmare is going to begin this evening and my heart began to beat faster as evening draws nearer.
Day 3: 21 June 2007: Scope Day
Nothing exciting this morning because after another bottle of Fleet at 6am and in total, I’ve purged thirty times. The nurse takes me down to the Day Surgery Unit for endoscopy and colonoscopy at 9:30am. The doctor came in to check on me and said that everything is fine because I’m suffering from gastric and nothing else. Dinner came by and I ate as usual, and about thirty minutes later, I can see my stomach started to bloat again. Doctor came in later at night as an emergency call and told me that I need to go through another test, Barium Meal Flow Through as a last resort. Again, I had to be on fasting mode and the nurse removed the IV drip.
Day 4: 22 June 2007: Dying Day
This morning, I started to feel very down and nothing came across my mind but just to text my friends to pray for me. I was sent to the x-ray department at about 9:40am and my head started to feel dizzy. At the x-ray room, they prepared me for the test and towards the end of the first session at about 11:30am, my headache started to become quite bad. The nurse sent me back to my bed at 12:30pm after a few x-rays were taken.
The nurses gave me one painkiller tablet but it didn’t work and the pain continued to get from bad to worst. At 2pm, the nurse came in with the wheelchair to take me down to the x-ray department for another picture. I couldn’t even open up my eyes because it’s just so dizzy! Nothing came to my mind except all those friends who had passed away. It was like as though I'm nearing death. I felt so exhausted and do not even have any energy to help myself move around – not even get up of the bed or lie down on the bed and so on.
After the 2pm shot, again, I was wheeled back to my bed and in less than a few minutes, the headache got so terrible that I couldn’t even move, open my eyes or even talk! I don’t even have the energy to press the bell to call the nurse and the only thing that came out of me was only tears and nothing else. Thank God, my next bed neighbor helped me to call the nurse. Went for another x-ray at 4pm and had my dinner. The last picture was then taken at 8pm and I had a real good sleep after that.
Day 5: 23 June 2007: Alive!!!
The doctor came to check on me and told me the results weren’t out yet. So, we were waiting for the results and the earliest I can get discharged would only be tomorrow. I started to get real bored.
Day 6: 24 June 2007: Discharge
The day came and I get to be discharged from the hospital. The process took up a lot of time. I waited from 12:35pm and finally, everything was cleared up at 6:30pm.
Before the admission, a friend, Sau Chan, got me a book, “The Power Of A Praying Woman” and I really want to thank her for this because it thought me to rely on prayers and never stop reading the Word of God even when I’m in the hospital. It had helped me to go through the days and during such times, I spent time with the Lord, sing praises to Him (thank you L.C. Choo for the praise book). At the same time, I get to share my joy with my other patient-mate in my four-bedded room, as they were so amazed that I could still laugh, joke and be happy even I’m feeling so sick. They saw how torturing I am during the past days and how I can still express my joy to them. The only thing I know is: Our Omnipotent God is with me there and He had never left me alone. Praise be to God!
