I'm still busy doing proofreading but I am quite excited about a new project I wish to try.
Though I think I still owe you an entry on hospital etiquette right?
Will be doing that soon, hopefully. My current work is due tomorrow, so, better get back to it.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
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The day will end soon, in exactly two hours from now.
Though I've never really celebrated it, his silence cuts deep into my heart.
In my family, these particular days are not celebrated, we just get passing remarks from siblings who remembered, and I am guilty of not remembering my siblings' special days.
With the exception of my elder brother, we share the same date, lucky us.
If I have a cake in front of me & I get to make a wish (though such tradition is not allowed in Islam), I'd wish for him to realize just what he already has in front of him.
He is loved by all; his adopted parents, his biological father, his step-mother, an aunt who really is a cousin, a grandmother who really is an aunt, plus all his family members.
I hate the way he treats his father & step-mother, though there is little I can do.
I try to make up for his lack of attention but I am not him & they deserve better than what I can give in lieu of his real love.
I hate the way he ignores his adopted mother.
And I especially hate the fact that he made me stay here when he knows I want my own home.
I hate the fact that I have to make up for everything that he is lacking when I am not HIM!
He didn't even wish me "Happy Birthday"
It would've made my day.
Though I've never really celebrated it, his silence cuts deep into my heart.
In my family, these particular days are not celebrated, we just get passing remarks from siblings who remembered, and I am guilty of not remembering my siblings' special days.
With the exception of my elder brother, we share the same date, lucky us.
If I have a cake in front of me & I get to make a wish (though such tradition is not allowed in Islam), I'd wish for him to realize just what he already has in front of him.
He is loved by all; his adopted parents, his biological father, his step-mother, an aunt who really is a cousin, a grandmother who really is an aunt, plus all his family members.
I hate the way he treats his father & step-mother, though there is little I can do.
I try to make up for his lack of attention but I am not him & they deserve better than what I can give in lieu of his real love.
I hate the way he ignores his adopted mother.
And I especially hate the fact that he made me stay here when he knows I want my own home.
I hate the fact that I have to make up for everything that he is lacking when I am not HIM!
He didn't even wish me "Happy Birthday"
It would've made my day.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Back home to normal routines.
Shahrin was finally given the OK and discharged from the hospital on Monday. Yesterday was pack and go day, with Ahmad riding back and the boys, my parents and I came in my father's car. Thank goodness for his antic car, if not, I would have to brave the bus again. Though it wasn't all bad since Nazrin slept almost 80% of the trip. He just couldn't sit still and wasn't afraid of anything. Luckily, he fell asleep quite early on the bus ride while Shahrin spent the whole trip talking about anything and everything, heh.
His operation was a success, at least from my view. His Doctor told me that they've created a brand new hole for his 'down there' and closed up the originally misplaced hole. On the 6th day after the operation, they took out his bandages (I wasn't there though I promised him I would be) and tube that was inserted for his urine outlet. Right after he peed on his own, without any problem, we were given the OK to check out.
We kind of followed a scheduled routine of one parent during the day and another during the night, to keep Shahrin company while at the hospital. I took the day shift while Ahmad took the night watch since Nazrin is still breastfeeding, so I have to be home at night since he'd wake up every 3-4 hours or so to nurse. This routine helped both of us a lot because it gave both of us some time to relax and 'recover'.
Will post more later on my findings about hospital 'etiquette' that I believe everyone should follow.
Right now I need to proofread some theses for my current customer.
Thank you Teacher Agnes for recommending me to them!
His operation was a success, at least from my view. His Doctor told me that they've created a brand new hole for his 'down there' and closed up the originally misplaced hole. On the 6th day after the operation, they took out his bandages (I wasn't there though I promised him I would be) and tube that was inserted for his urine outlet. Right after he peed on his own, without any problem, we were given the OK to check out.
We kind of followed a scheduled routine of one parent during the day and another during the night, to keep Shahrin company while at the hospital. I took the day shift while Ahmad took the night watch since Nazrin is still breastfeeding, so I have to be home at night since he'd wake up every 3-4 hours or so to nurse. This routine helped both of us a lot because it gave both of us some time to relax and 'recover'.
Will post more later on my findings about hospital 'etiquette' that I believe everyone should follow.
Right now I need to proofread some theses for my current customer.
Thank you Teacher Agnes for recommending me to them!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Waiting..
Currently waiting for my Shahrin. He's on the 'table' and will be done in about another half hour. Surprisingly, I'm not as terrified about this as I was 2 years ago when he had to go under the knife the 1st time. Typing on my Nokia XpressMusic is no small task. Will update more tonight if my broadband connection improves.
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Monday, April 18, 2011
Plans for tomorrow, the next day and the next day and the next.
So many things to do, so little time. (But still can blog hahaha)
Since our car got busted 4 days ago, we have decided that the boys and I will take the bus while Ahmad rides the motorcycle back to Alor Setar. Why? Because we would need it to go back and forth between the hospital and my parents house. Plus, we would need at least 3 bags for all our stuff & lugging that much bags around from bus to bus is not fun. With his motorcycle, Ahmad can just take them all back to AS, no hassle at all.
Baba's car is out of commission too, it's such a vintage car (a Mitsubishi from 40 years ago) he said its insurance coverage is over the roof. So, no choice but to go ahead with our plan.
I'm a little apprehensive about taking the bus with these 2. At least I can hold on to Nazrin but Shahrin is a little too big to handle. He'd be running everywhere & that would not be good especially in a crowded place like a bus station.
So, tomorrow morning, after I've settled everything around the house, we'd be going on a journey, the boys and I. We have to go to 3 bus stations; take a bus from Bagan Serai to Parit Buntar to catch the bus to Penang's jetty, take the bus from Parit Buntar to the jetty and finally at the jetty, hop on the Alor Setar bound express bus. Finally, at Alor Setar's bus station, my father will pick us up on his motorcycle. Ahmad will just ride straight to Alor Setar and we'll him back at my parents house.
Then, on Tuesday, we have to take Shahrin to be admitted into the children's ward at the hospital. He'd have to wait till Wednesday for his operation. I've been preparing him for it since last year, so he wouldn't be too freaked out when we see the Doctor later. He knows that the operation is to correct his congenital condition, so I'm hoping that he'll be fine when the time comes for the actual operation.
We plan for me to stay with Shahrin at the hospital during the day and Ahmad will take over the night shift. Nazrin is still breastfeeding, so I have to be at home at night at least. Plus I have never left Nazrin with my parents before, so I don't know how he's going to react to that. Hopefully, he'll be fine too since Ahmad will stay with him through the day. He's been taking formula every now and then, so I think he'll be ok in that department.
Now I'm off to pack Shahrin's hospital-stay bag, my bag, Nazrin's and Ahmad's bags too. Not forgetting other items like toiletries, Shahrin's bottles (yes, he's still drinking his formula from a baby-bottle), toys to keep him occupied, Nazrin's toys and other small items.
Upss..I forgot. No car.
Now what am I supposed to do with all these stuff???
*sigh*
Since our car got busted 4 days ago, we have decided that the boys and I will take the bus while Ahmad rides the motorcycle back to Alor Setar. Why? Because we would need it to go back and forth between the hospital and my parents house. Plus, we would need at least 3 bags for all our stuff & lugging that much bags around from bus to bus is not fun. With his motorcycle, Ahmad can just take them all back to AS, no hassle at all.
Baba's car is out of commission too, it's such a vintage car (a Mitsubishi from 40 years ago) he said its insurance coverage is over the roof. So, no choice but to go ahead with our plan.
I'm a little apprehensive about taking the bus with these 2. At least I can hold on to Nazrin but Shahrin is a little too big to handle. He'd be running everywhere & that would not be good especially in a crowded place like a bus station.
So, tomorrow morning, after I've settled everything around the house, we'd be going on a journey, the boys and I. We have to go to 3 bus stations; take a bus from Bagan Serai to Parit Buntar to catch the bus to Penang's jetty, take the bus from Parit Buntar to the jetty and finally at the jetty, hop on the Alor Setar bound express bus. Finally, at Alor Setar's bus station, my father will pick us up on his motorcycle. Ahmad will just ride straight to Alor Setar and we'll him back at my parents house.
Then, on Tuesday, we have to take Shahrin to be admitted into the children's ward at the hospital. He'd have to wait till Wednesday for his operation. I've been preparing him for it since last year, so he wouldn't be too freaked out when we see the Doctor later. He knows that the operation is to correct his congenital condition, so I'm hoping that he'll be fine when the time comes for the actual operation.
We plan for me to stay with Shahrin at the hospital during the day and Ahmad will take over the night shift. Nazrin is still breastfeeding, so I have to be at home at night at least. Plus I have never left Nazrin with my parents before, so I don't know how he's going to react to that. Hopefully, he'll be fine too since Ahmad will stay with him through the day. He's been taking formula every now and then, so I think he'll be ok in that department.
Now I'm off to pack Shahrin's hospital-stay bag, my bag, Nazrin's and Ahmad's bags too. Not forgetting other items like toiletries, Shahrin's bottles (yes, he's still drinking his formula from a baby-bottle), toys to keep him occupied, Nazrin's toys and other small items.
Upss..I forgot. No car.
Now what am I supposed to do with all these stuff???
*sigh*
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Pep-talk for myself.
I have been feeling sorry for myself these past few days.
Nothing I do seems to be working and it breaks my heart to know that I have failed, again.
I feel envious of friends who seems to be having success after success while I have to struggle hard.
I keep going back down memory lane.
Lame, I know..but the first 12 years of my life had been so brilliant, I have to wonder if what I'm experiencing now is pay back time for those years.
We'll be heading back to my parents house next Monday.
Shahrin's operation is scheduled to be on Wednesday. He needs to be admitted first on Tuesday, so we figured Monday would be a good day to head back to Alor Setar.
I'm a bit apprehensive about seeing my parents, though I haven't seen them since last year. GOD! It's been that long ago?!! Hahaha..
At least I have one good news for them, hopefully my new part-time job as Research Assistant will appease them for a while.
I hate being a burden to them but I have tried my best.
Maybe my best is not good enough? *sigh*
Nothing I do seems to be working and it breaks my heart to know that I have failed, again.
I feel envious of friends who seems to be having success after success while I have to struggle hard.
I keep going back down memory lane.
Lame, I know..but the first 12 years of my life had been so brilliant, I have to wonder if what I'm experiencing now is pay back time for those years.
We'll be heading back to my parents house next Monday.
Shahrin's operation is scheduled to be on Wednesday. He needs to be admitted first on Tuesday, so we figured Monday would be a good day to head back to Alor Setar.
I'm a bit apprehensive about seeing my parents, though I haven't seen them since last year. GOD! It's been that long ago?!! Hahaha..
At least I have one good news for them, hopefully my new part-time job as Research Assistant will appease them for a while.
I hate being a burden to them but I have tried my best.
Maybe my best is not good enough? *sigh*
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