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This & That Including What Ails

Still Hacking Up Furballs

I was glad to consult Dr Lui this morning.

It seems that my unusually more stiffness in hands and legs were brought on by the antibiotic, Cravits, that I was taking at 750mg per day.

It was Day 3 of Cravits and the stiffness was so pronounced that I almost tripped.

Dr Lui caught this side effect very quickly and changed Cravits to Klacid. Dosage was 500 mg, twice a day for a week.

He said that one of the side effects of Cravits is tearing of tendons. He was really worried.

I am glad I did not tear any tendons! Phew!

I was given Dhasedryl, Flumucil and Seretide for my cough.

In my “delusional” or “blur blur” mindless moment, I popped 1gm at one go.

It was such a high dosage that I reeled from it.

Thankfully I just needed the drug to taper off but it made me feel even more ill.

I can feel Cravits leaving my body system as my hands are not that stiff now.

Looks like Cravits now joins my rejected pile of 254 drugs + Cravits = 256!

Ahh well laugh I must as I have another week of antibiotics to finish.

At least I am not eating spicy Indian curries๐Ÿคฃ though I admit that I am a great chilli eater!


Yet Another Scare

It is past midnight in lil red dot and I have just returned from A&E at Singapore General Hospital where my mum is warded for a heart condition.

Whilst at today’s visit with my dad at his geriatrician’s clinic, my mum suddenly said she felt unwell.

Dr Yip sprang into action, checking my mum and said that her heartbeat is missing a beat. He said mum would need an ECG to check further.

My own heart at that point also missed a beat as it meant that I must quickly take mum to the A&E to do an immediate ECG as prescribed by Dr Yip.

Meanwhile dad had a list of things remaining at the hospital – blood tests, collect meds at pharmacy and pay his bills.

Dad’s mind can no longer do this himself and he wanted to just sit.

I quickly took both to a cafe in the hospital to have lunch. Meanwhile I dashed off to another building to seek out his missing order for blood test. I told both mum and dad to sit, eat and wait for my return.

Arriving at the clinic, I sought help from a lady in patient services to check through the system for dad.

The lady seemed to be “lost” and time tick tocked away. I told her I would return and asked her to continue to search for it whilst I ran back to the cafe.

Back at the cafe, both mum and dad had finished their lunch. I wolfed down two pcs of soon kueh or turnip filos steamed in rice flour.

I told mum to sit under a shaded garden in the hospital to wait for me whilst I took dad for his blood test.

I arrived back at the clinic and yes, they found the blood test order. Dad was quickly processed for the tests and I dashed back to get mum to go to A&E.

By now, dad said he was pooped out tired. So I told him to sit in the garden whilst I take mum to A&E. I needed him to sit and not wander off else I would be missing a forgetful dad.

Arriving at A&E, the wait said 1hr and 47 mins. I told mum to sit and wait her turn whilst I dashed off to get dad.

I ran by the pharmacy to drop off the prescription. I would collect later as a missed queue number. The pharmacy would close only at 7pm.

Brought dad to A&E. Ran off to look for mum at ECG room and soon she was rushed to Critical Care Unit.

I was told to wait 2 hours for blood tests the doctor had ordered.

By now it was 6pm. Time to feed dad and pick up meds. Mum is safe in CCU.

Fed dad and picked up meds.

Dr Dutta at CCU informed me that blood work looks “ok” but mum needed to be warded in hospital under cardiology for more tests.

Mum needed some food so off I dashed back to the foodcourt to get her something to eat.

By now it was 7pm and dad said he was very tired. I left mum at hospital for admission and left the hospital to get dad to go home.

My mop of hair looks bedraggled and needed a cut. Dashed to the mall at 7.30pm for 10 mins K Cut.

Dad said he felt unwell. My heart skipped another beat. “Do you want me to take you to A&E?”

He said he just wanted to sleep.

Home sweet home for dad and he lumbered into bed without showering! Mum would have a hissy fit if she knew!

I left dad in his home and headed off to my home after I ensured he was ok.

What a day! Tomorrow off to visit mum in hospital. I hope there is nothing majorly wrong with mum.

I am tired. I did 13,166 steps. I am mentally and physically drained.

Gaaarrrrfield where are you? I need a Garfield Hug!๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿบ


In Memoriam – Dr Andrew Lee Yee Chun

I am sad that my general surgeon, Dr Lee Yee Chun passed away last Friday at the age of 73.

Dr YC Lee was introduced to me by Dr Oon Chong Teik, (*a reknowned Internal Medicine Specialist) when I needed several surgeries.

Dr YC Lee was interested in liver surgical procedures for liver cancer, gall bladder and stomach or gut.

He diagnosed my appendicitis when a gastro doctor said it was gastritis. That gastro doctor has since been sacked as he could have cost me my life.

Dr Lee’s surgical skills are superb. Each slice and dice he has done for me left me no surgical scars.

Through him, he performed 8 surgical procedures on me. All non eventful.

I am sorry for his family’s loss and the medical fraternity has lost a valued colleague and mentor for new surgeons.

My deepest condolences to his bereaved family.

Dr Lee, you are a kind gentleman with skilful surgical hands with a love for scuba diving.

Go in the peace of Christ. Amen.๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒบ


Theory – One Word Prompt

By now, my regular followers on WordPress and visitors would know of my medical challenges or I call it, life’s little lemons๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹

My theory for my suffering which includes more than 19 surgeries and multiple stays at Bates Motel is that I must have been an awful horrid mad scientist that was chopping up lab animals.

Aahh..karma is back to get me and so, I get sliced, diced, poke and prodded like a lab rat.

But my theory has its flaws. Hmm…๐Ÿค”with each pain and suffering I undergo, I understand pain and suffering.

I  can understand the symptoms and how to fix it – in turn I share with others to get self checked when I hear or see their symptoms.

The people I meet are ignorant to medical intervention. Some tell me it was better not knowing! 

Gee…it is akin to a small problem not arrested and it becomes an ending when things are too late.

I met someone sitting for her turn when my mum was at the specialist.  She told me her first name and I blurted out her last name. I did not know her from Adam yet I could spout her last name on reflex.

My theory is we met in past lives. We must have! 

It seems she has a tumor growing in her and it weighs 5kg but she said that she is still asking the specialist if surgery was really necessary.

The tumor grows a kilo a month on average.

I looked at her and said firmly that surgery is necessary as at the rate it is growing in her tummy she will look like she is 9 months pregnant without a child in her. Her quality of life will be affected, not mentioning if the tumor is cancerous or benign to begin with.

I told her I survived each of my 19 surgeries. I sleep, I awake and it is over. I lived. I was prepared to cash in my chips.

My parting shot to her was to be brave and live for her family. Go for the surgery.

If that fell on deaf ears…at least I spoke from my heart.

Life is sometimes ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹but with each ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹experience, I come out wiser but sometimes with more pain.

As for the real meaning for my suffering – its cause and effect…my theory is still unproven.

I am prepared to offer whatever remaining years of my life left to whoever who needs it more. 


Dr Chomp’s Gift To Garfield Clan

I visited Dr Chomp on Saturday and our patient doctor relationship always starts with him dissing my ex employer Electrical Lord.

We then talked about everything else under the sun. We have a good friendship as we both think alike and laugh alike – loudly!๐Ÿ˜‰

This time he went on to share his views on the Orange Man and we both wondered how long he would last.

Dr Chomp shared that he could not find Garfield in his frequent travels to USA.

So he gave me Tigger instead from the Pooh series.

It is feline and so we call him a distant cousin ha ha!

Thank you Dr Chomps ๐Ÿ˜Štill the next quarter my pearly whites are cleaned and cleared of gum swellings!

Yes…I have a funny dental condition. My gums flare up like my autoimmune disease and if Dr Chomps do not manually use his ‘ice pick’ to dig out the clots, my pain in the gums or jaw will not abate.

So, every quarter, I pay for pain and spew blood clots๐Ÿ˜‰

Ha ha! Story of my chomps!๐Ÿ˜ƒ


Humanly Possible & And So The Story Goes #38

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 wits๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜จbut 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!”

Aaargh๐Ÿ˜’if only you could see my invisible dagger stabs at him!!๐Ÿ˜•I 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 really๐Ÿ˜

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….


“Since you are so hung up on my “touche’s” state of hygiene you could clean it when I am ill!”


Intent was to stunned him to shutting up!


“I will be disrupted by non backside-centric robot”


“Aah good you are buying me a robot!! This way you can continue sing for supper or work for dough lol. ๅฏๆ˜ฏๅถๅฐ”ไฝ ไนŸ่ฆๅ‡บ้ฉฌๅ› ไธบๆœบๅ™จ่ฆไฟฎๅ—!๐Ÿ–’(*translated to mean aah but occasionally the non backside centric robot will need servicing so you gotta do it๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„”
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!


Day 2 – In Bates Motel

My team of 3 doctors are figuring out what’s next?!! HA! They are busy but I am not.

Bored out of my skull, I only have the goggle box and crosswords to keep me busy.

Other times it is the lovely nightingales with their machines to check my parameters.

A slight scare last night as my blood pressure decided to fall like the stock exchange. 90/50!!

In hushed tones they were flustered. 

Maybe it is the equipment fault muttered the concerned nurse.

Another quickly goes out to bring another set 

Aaahhh 105/70 was obtained after a break.

I will live – they are satisfied and left me.

At 10.30pm, a loud booming voice entered my room!

My room was pitch black as I was trying to sleep.

“Who’s this” I asked?

“Usain Bolt” was his reply! Aaahhh Man in White Coat.

I told him it was his bed time…actually mine ๐Ÿ˜‰

He came to assure me my brain was working and that he will symptomatically treat my ferris wheel rides.

There was another potential issue that Dr James has to look into.

Ball over to his court it seems.

Today another MRI was done and another audio test.

Good news is my hearing is fine.

2 more hours for next test results.

Gee…I feel as if sitting for my exams and waiting for results.

Garfield’s with me thankfully.

Today an administering preacher walked into my room and was looking for Elizabeth.

I guessed she must have been the last patient.

Still he kindly prayed for me. For which he was kind and I am utterly grateful.

Nice of my God not to forget me.

Meanwhile the “throne” in my toilet at Bates Motel is hardly as posh as this

*photo courtesy of internet and if Louis Vuitton did indeed create this water closet or cistern….bravo๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘am sure many rich blokes would now want it!!*


Dr Mark Sinclair, Chiropractor

Dr Mark Simclair practises in Albany, Auckland, New Zealand.

I am one who visualises chiropractors as “cracking” this or that bone or joint!

I have seen how Mr X pays a hefty sum for each session of alternative therapy only to hear a “crack” here and there and cringe!

I immediately visualise all “them bones coming asunder” as if like Jenga toppling ๐Ÿ˜‚

So when sister swore by Dr Mark as “good”, I was wary….very wary!

But by noon time, my thighs were screaming foul…pain in measurement of 9 out of my pain Richter scale of maximum 10.

Hobson’s choice, I had to go as Auckland has more chiropractors than medical specialists readily available.

Thankfully sister knows him well and he saw me as a squeezed in patient.

My trouble begins… in the pain department.

My admiration for Dr Mark went up a notch when he warned me against letting any chiropractor manipulate my bones or joints!

His technique was nerve manipulations and using the brain with zones mapped out, he treats pain through points, no accupressure but nerve manipulation.

I was “pinched” and poked or prodded with fingers but felt good relieve after.

My problem lies with no follow up on nerve injury post operation.

My chin and head postures were not aligned and my feet were walking out of sync with my hip.

I was told not to sleep with a pillow and that I needed 3 sessions or more to resolve my pain.

Admittedly, he said that I have high threshold for pain and he hoped that I could have all that removed.

Trouble is….how do I find time npw hanging around Albany area to sort self out through his treatment and forego sightseeing….my conundrum!

Ah well….we will see where I visit today… journey continues on!

P.s. Dr Mark Sinclair is located at 10 Oteha Valley Road, Albany Auckland, Ph 4780909. His charges can range $100 upwards.


Singapore National Eye Center

Singapore National Eye Center or SNEC is indeed a mammoth hospital.

Today, I am here for my peepers who refuse to behave.

I have desert dry eyes ha ha!

There is no such medical term I assure you but my eyes are so dry that I feel as if in desert conditions.

Because of my autoimmune condition, my peepers are affected.

People whom I know often say “but you can cry” so no such thing as dry eyes lah! *singlish*

Long story to explain and so I will just smile as it is hard to explain to lay people who do not suffer from dry eyes. Sigh!

I literally use bottles and bottles of natural tears or eye lubricants. Wish it was bottles of beer though as that would be more fun ha ha!

Duratears, Visidic gel, Eye Mo etc etc. Oil or water base….been there, done that.

So my trusty Prof feels I need to trot down to SNEC to see the only dry eye specialist in my little red dot!

Ta da! A solution in the making…I hope. Fingers and toes crossed๐Ÿ˜Š

Dry eyes gives me blurry vision when it gets too dry.

Dry eyes can cause corneal abrasions. I get gritty eyes as if someone poured sand in my peepers.๐Ÿ˜

My Profesor’s fear is if I damage my sight!

So my list of ills besides looking fat, ugly, crochety and spine in rigor, it could be me ending up with vision issues!

Gawd! Where’s the gun to shoot self really!

As I walk through SNEC, I stopped by at the exhibits showing its heritage.

Started by then Singapore Health Corporation, initiated by late Kwa Soon Bee and helmed by Prof Arthur Lim, today SNEC is reknowned world wide.

99.2% cararact surgery successes!

Lots of other procedures they do and with good successes.

I am proud of our medical accolades as we reach out and help others in the region and over the world.

I have met Prof Arthur Lim on many occasions with the Dukes and Duchesses of Yore. Quiet, soft spoken and humble man he is also a good artist.

He painted largely oils on canvas and a giving man. He passed away some years back and bequeathed his estate to charitable causes for vision.

If not for Prof Lim, SNEC would not be where it is on world map for opthalmic expertise.

Meanwhile, I sit and I wait for my turn ๐Ÿ˜‰


It’s The Eye…It’s The Eye

Dr Doolittle was happy to see me, and I him.

We are like long lost buddies and would exchange coffee shop talk before consultation begins.

Still, I am wary of other patients waiting outside and must not over stay my time. Lest I be given dagger eyes when I walk out of his clinic.

My results showed I am ALIVE.:-D

Not worst, not better but along the same plateau!

Dr Doolittle was elated. He often reminds me that he would be pleased if I am “status quo” – not deteoriating.

His biggest fear was if I go down the drain!

I am often told to keep eating the same way. Do not starve. Do not over work and stay happy.

Dr Doolittle was not one bit happy about my job. Point blank he asked me if I was paid enough to be slaving the way I was?

I told Dr Doolittle, I stopped looking at monies. I seem to be taboo when it comes to receiving more money.

Call it hocus pocus or some karmic reaction, I used to pay in blood and scars if I got a handsome bonus or pay rise.

I automatically would shudder as it meant that the amount due to me would be expensed in medical bills.

I end up none the better. So, my motto was do not give me more money as I was happy to remain status quo.

Not richer, not poorer but status quo in wealth plus a little to hedge inflation and or increments in consumer price index ๐Ÿ˜‰

We both agreed that I am extremely stressed and I needed meds to prevent a flare up of frightening values.

I moaned about my eyes.

There is little that can be done said Dr Doolittle.

I was to see an opthalmic surgeon to see what is available to help me.

So, like Tatoo of Fantasy Island….I was screaming…”Doctor….it is the eye, the eye” – instead of the TV series script of “Boss, the plane….the plane!”

Dr Doolittle is off for his medical conference for 2 weeks.

I rattled off the medicines I would need and we discussed about a new drug.

Dr Doolittle trusts me and lets me order what I feel like ๐Ÿ˜‰

I am happy for his trust and his care ๐Ÿ™‚

“Behave and I will see you in 14 weeks”

My reply….”yes Doctor. Have a safe trip and learn more so that you can  help me after with new medical insights”