I had my stay extended at Bates Motel to receive not one, BUT THIRTEEN injections into my neck.
It was an excruciating experience that I never knew I could go through it.
Thankfully in 15 minutes it was over as Dr Boey’s hands were skillfully deft and swift.
It is often said that the doctor’s hands are pivotal.
Dr Boey is my anaesthesiologist and when I had him manage me during my cervical corpectomy, he told me that inserting the rubber tube into my lungs must be done well else it is game over for me with instant paralysis.
This scared me out of my wits๐ฑ๐จbut thankfully it was non eventful.
Useful Fact on Anaesthesiologist that I would like to share:
[Anaesthesiologists are medical doctors who specialize in giving patients anesthesia. Anesthesia is only given to patients who undergo surgery to relieve pain or to put these patients to sleep for the duration of the surgery.
An anaesthesiologist provides care to their patient before, during and after a surgery.]
When Mr EX heard about it, he zoomed down to see me immediately.
I admit at this point I realised that I still do matter to him.
Awfully kind of him except he was as always, rushing between appointments.
Life of a CEO for him.
He made a dramatic entrance to my room and since the staff nurse was with me, he had to poke me.
He raised his voice and asked the Staff Nurse if I cleaned my posterior or his favorite usage of “back side”
Sigh! Thankfully the Staff Nurse knows of him and left us.
He lost his only audience.
I asked him why he is he so obsessed with posteriors. My million dollar burning question.
His smug reply was “not anybody’s back side, JUST YOURS!”
Aaargh๐if only you could see my invisible dagger stabs at him!!๐I was not enlightened.
I will not be unravelling this obsession anytime soon, his mysterious obsession with my touche! Sigh!
He tells me he has only half an hour to spare as he has to go into a meeting at 7.30pm.
He saw my fantastic dinner and helped me wolf it down. Least I could do was share my lavish meal which was too much for one person really๐
I did appreciate his presence as I would not like to be rushing about squeezing out half an hour to slot me in.
I learnt for the first time that he liked tiramisu cake and his eyes twinkled when he saw the green tea tiramisu served.
Macaron and all went straight into his tum tum and like the Phantom of the Opera, he breezed in as quickly as he breezed out!
His exit would not be complete with his further poke at “my touche” to which the story then goes….
ME
“Since you are so hung up on my “touche’s” state of hygiene you could clean it when I am ill!”
NOTE1
Intent was to stunned him to shutting up!
MR EX
“I will be disrupted by non backside-centric robot”
ME
“Aah good you are buying me a robot!! This way you can continue sing for supper or work for dough lol. ๅฏๆฏๅถๅฐไฝ ไน่ฆๅบ้ฉฌๅ ไธบๆบๅจ่ฆไฟฎๅ!๐(*translated to mean aah but occasionally the non backside centric robot will need servicing so you gotta do it๐๐”
This is where he took this point to exit and breezed out…
Silence ensues as the door closes on his exit.
I am non the wiser unfortunately and not much closer to solving case of the backside obsession!
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