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This & That Including What Ails

Wherefore Art Thou GarfieldHug?

My fair audience, I am alive! But admittedly, recovery has been brutal as the easiest of task I take for granted with hands are my new challenges.

Lately my left paw has been swollen, alongside with all 4 digits save for the thumb.

The phalanges of each finger has a bone joint and in particular for my ring finger, the base phalange or proximal phalanx is especially swollen and tender.

I suppose it takes time to heal and I know I am not doing justice to hospital leave as I need to get house chores done. I am, unfortunately, not a rich tai tai of Rich Crazy Asians genre, but instead a working class generic being.

I need to do laundry, wash up and do minor housework until I can find a stable part time help to assist me. The thought of repeating and teaching is not something I relish now and I will need to get round to contacting a cleaning company that fellow blogger Piglet shared with me. I get tired just thinking of the repeated process and showing them how to set up the vacuum cleaner or how to clean toilets and then the process repeats all over again, each week, week on week.

For now, my floor is not squeaky clean, lathered in dettol but clean to the feet, plus I use indoor slippers for now. Garfield my inanimate furball is on the bed or sofa, he stays clean and off the floors for now. LOL!

Work still continues and I get emails and calls – life has to go on and my responsibility requires me to reply even though I am managing my hospital leave. Sigh!

Humor? My humor has been restricted to one on one conversations with my inanimate furball Garfield and please do not think that I am heading towards the loony bin, well not yet! I assure you my marbles in the brain department is still somewhat intact. Eccentric, maybe(?). Weird (?) Definitely I think!

A typical conversation with Garfield goes like this before I go to bed.

Aww Garfield, Mama loves you and have you been a good boy?

Have you been good with Mousie?

I then, give them both a squoosh and a big Garfield hug to my raggedy fella and he sleeps with me as I hug him till I fall asleep. I will wake up with him, still hugged to bits on my chest!

Weird? Kooky? Definitely I am, undeniably so!

But razor sharp to chomp off the head of morons that I had to deal with yesterday on the phone.

My parents have volunteers looking in on them from time to time. Whilst I appreciate the enthusiasm of volunteers, their persistence in forcing elderly seniors to get them covid-19 vaccinated, they must stop and listen to these seniors and understand their medical conditions before forcing them out the door of their flat to the center for vaccinations.

My mum was smart to have this enthusiastic volunteer call me before she was to be dragged off to the vaccination center.

My impression of the enthusiastic volunteer is that she does not stop to think nor does she have the patience to listen and I had to repeatedly tell her to stop and listen to me.

Further I have just had surgery and she did not understand that any side effects of bone issues such as aches and pains or meds they are on, would require me to watch over them like a hawk to rush my folks to A&E if they become unwell because of the Covax.

But right now, I have no hands to drive or much less, be there for them to help them move to the toilets or feeding if they are immobilised.

She refused to let up and kept telling me she can get my parents transported to the vaccination center.

I ticked her off. My mum has great difficulty walking and my father has dementia – can she alone handle the 2 persons without understanding their needs and if my father wanders off, then what? I will then have more issues to face and during my recovery stage, it is not helping me.

Again, I told her the medical issues and only after 15 minutes of repeated words from me that she had to stop, listen and understand as she is refusing to hear, did she finally shut up! Ok I had to raise my voice.

Also I told her, there is a home vaccination program, if we decide at the right time, this can be the preferred option.

Finally she achieved nirvana and said that she will get the doctor to speak to me from the center.

I spoke to Dr Yeo from SATA, Jurong. He was smart and listened and told me that he also suspected the over zealous volunteers were forcing their will unto seniors as many appeared at the vaccination center and said they did not want to be vaccinated and explained their medical conditions which Dr Yeo agreed were unfit for vaccination.

Conclusion for Dr Yeo after my conversation for him was that it would not be wise for my parents to take the vaccination now. If I wish to try it, I have to be on standby and until my hands were better, should I re-visit this decision. Plus I need to consult my mum’s cardiologist.

Life…it goes on…

I get riled by morons who refuses to listen to logical reasoning and decision making.

Sigh…I appreciate volunteers and I know, as I am one too. But as a volunteer I cannot force my will unto others. That would be wrong as in my case, if my mum had not forced her to call me and went quietly to be vaccinated and passed away or croaked as a result of complications then what!

I would shudder to think. As such this volunteer must learn to listen and hear the medical history and observe the incapacity of the person she is forcing to walk to the vaccination center.

Sigh!

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This & That And What Ails….

I hate it when part time help is not time sensitive and tells me within an hour of supposed arrival that she is delayed, hour every after hour. I gave up after having the appointment dragged from 11am to 3pm and cancelled. The reason I received was even more alarming as part time help then said her son in law passed away in Philippines. She did not even tell me her daughter was married!

I find people using death flippantly as an excuse. I do not mean any disrespect to any nationality but I tend to get this from people of 2 particular countries. It would seem that monthly, they would lose a relative through death. People around them in their home countries would be suddenly dropping dead, pre-covid 19 times when something is required of them to be done. If it was Covid-19 it would make sense but it is not and it is just wrong to do so!

If it was a genuine death, I would be deeply saddened but to have a family member dying monthly and on days of special requests for work to be done, seems to stretch my compassion or empathy a bit.

I also find it so weird that when Mr Nice told me he visited a mutual friend’s late father’s wake (age 93 years old) and I texted a note of condolence out of respect and care, this mutual friend immediately sent me a photo of the obituary and expected me to pay my respects and offer condolence monies. How presumptuous!

I had to apologise and explained that I had just been discharged from hospital and that my hands are heavily bandaged – basically I could not attend wakes, more so during Covid-19 it was not quite suitable for me to do so. I did not get a reply for me to say thanks and or for me to take care too. It felt to me, that since I was not going to the wake, he was not too bothered to reply.

Strange! I am unsure in your country if marriages or funeral attendances require you to gift monies but here in Singapore, it is customary to do so and recover their expenses for either the wedding or funeral.

Personally, I cannot attend anything “red” or “black” events as these are taboo for me – I get very ill when I attend such events and have refrained since as a child. So, I avoid it like the plague or in today’s new normal, avoid it like Covid-19!

My cousins too are not nice folks as one particular cousin is town crier for deaths in the clan and honestly we do not know these clan members and hardly have dealings with them. But once anyone of them drops dead or produces a grandson or child or great grand niece or heck who cares if it is the grand poobah of the clan, this Town Crier, will immediately look for my mum to milk her of a couple of hundred dollars. I did not mind this when my parents are younger and nimble on their feet to go about but with Covid-19 and mum having spinal issues and walking becomes hard, I worry for her safety.

I baulked when Town Crier hijacked my mum and made my mum pay for taxi fare back and forth so that my mum can “generously” donate to the death proceedings of an unknown clan member.

It infuriated me so much that one day I looked up the Town Crier and strictly told her to stop doing it. The whole village can die for all I care – this same village did not bother to visit my mum when she had major heart surgery. Nor did any one in the clan visit my dad when he was also very ill. I sat alone in the critical care area as my dad was in ICU, waiting in the dead of night till I could heave a sigh of relief.

I am not being mean. But I feel that the issue with death, births and marriages have become a lucrative means for people to show off lavish funerals or celebrations for keeping up with “face” and hoping to milk well wishers for monies through “gifts” of cash.

This is why I have adopted a from the freezer to the BBQ pit when it is time for me and my parents to leave this earthly realm. Actually for me, I will be in the freezer for 3 years as I opted to be a silent mentor to a medical school.

It simply riles me when a deeply meaningful event is trifled with for economic gain, useful excuse to get out of work or used for wrong reasons.

It is simply not right! Not respectful! This is how I feel.

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Bates Motel – Day #18, My Incarceration At Bates Motel Will End on Day #20

Good news! Dr Bohemian says I can go home on Monday. Thus endeth my staycation at Bates Motel.

My paws need time to heal and I will struggle a bit with house chores e.g. washing plates or doing my breakfast.

I am blessed that Neighbor will resume her delicious meals for me and is already planning Monday’s menu for my lunch. So both dinner and lunch is sorted out for me, which is already fantastic. I cannot ask for more!

For all my medical challenges, I must admit that I have, thankfully good White Coats and successful outcomes. Now comes the healing part and I must not thwart the good handiwork of Dr Bohemian.

I still have work challenges, taking care of my parents and lastly myself.

Life goes on and my life of being a patient, served hand and foot will end – reality sets in LOL!

Our 56th National Day Parade which was postponed on 9 August 21 is taking place tonight from 6pm at the Marina Bay floating platform. I heard the eateries and restaurants along the area have been fully booked to catch the fireworks that follow.

I will watch it from the comfort of my hospital bed, safe and sound but without the ambience of folks next to me. Aaah well, my inanimate furball Garfield is with me. He will suffice 🙂 LOL!

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Bates Motel – Day #17 Introducing Dr Bohemian

Dr Lim is, to me, Dr Bohemian or Technician or Electrician. He looks like one – simply dressed and if one sees him on the street, he could pass off as a delivery guy too.

But looks are deceiving as he is really talented and the deities endowed him with hands to heal patients like me.

I am not reducing his status as he embraces it. Down to earth without White Coat Syndrome, he does not care about riches, Marseratis or Rolls Royces.

He proudly tells me, he drives a Japanese car and the engine works well. Not ostentatious but quietly seeking practical outcomes.

He dons the same red colored polyester t shirt and told me that he has 2 pcs and goes to the clothesline to get it. It dries fast and the best part is, no ironing required! I nodded quickly too as I have to wear cotton or linen as my carcass does not like other fabrics.

If he is drenched jogging in the rain, he wears scrubs and washes the red T and puts it in the “dryer” in his clinic. It is his “uniform” I told him and it becomes him!

We are both so alike in outlook of life, not chasing designer togs and he does house chores and drives his kids to school and back before and after clinic hours. His committment to both family and patients is 110%.

He has a good sense of humor and always give a loud chuckle. Sarcastic or sardonic.. I love gabbing with him on the world’s ill. I feel he is definitely on MENSA – a highly gifted person with a heart of gold.

Humble, not pretentious and I like his honesty when he cannot fix my other ills. I told him if only I could unscrew my head to let it rest! He offered to cut it off! This is our brand of humor as he always give a straight humorous and fast quip.

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Bates Motel Day #17 – When Bored & Finding Distraction For Pain

When bored, I think I am a great photographer.

Note: Key word is “Think” and not actually!🤣🤣

Admittedly, I’m not anywhere near the standards of Ansel Adams or any great abstract or stills photographer.

Gee….I am not even comparable to those lovely photos taken by the WordPress community!

The photos I took in this post was from the basket (see photo below) I received last week. The flowers had begun to wither and I was trying to give it, its last hurrah in life’s stage.

I was trying to find beauty in things that are on its last nature’s legs.

I am waiting for Dr Lim to inject my neck with shincort and marcaine. Then Samy will do my physio.

Away I must…I have a virtual meeting in a bit.

Garfield hugs

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Thankfully Aunt Mildred (Whoever She Is, Survived This)

Aging Aunt Mildred was a 93-year-old woman who was particularly despondent over the recent death of her husband.

She decided that she would just kill herself and join him in death:

Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, she took out his old army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart, since it was badly broken in the first place.

Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and a burden to someone, she called her doctor’s office to inquire as to just exactly where the heart would be on a woman.

The doctor said. “Your heart would be just below your left breast.”

Later that night, Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to her knee….

Suicide is no laughing matter.

Depression, mental illnesses etc are not to be trifled with.

Recently in Lil Red Dot, a troubled teen aged 16 chopped and killed a 13 year old in school.

The alleged murderer is remanded for psychiatric evaluation and had prior mental issues.

A father lost his 13 year old in this episode and bemoaned not holding him before leaving for work. I was deeply saddened.

Seek help like what we have here e.g. Samaritans Of Singapore (SOS) or reach out to a friend or relative.

Blessings and love. A life, any life is precious..even those we do not like or are enemies with.

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Happy 56th Birthday Singapore 9th August- My Lil Red Dot

I am proud to be a part of Singapore. I share her Birthday and as Monkey Lord sums it, ” The Nation celebrates for you!”

Monkey Lord is correct.

I watch the National Day parades anunally and will always feel a lump in my throat and teary eyes.

I am grateful for a land free of war, strife, guns, violence and no rascism.

I can sup with my different ethnic friends, patronise their hawker stalls and enjoy their ethnic dishes they prepare for sale.

I understand our laws are stiff and others in countries without knowledge of how or what makes Lil Red Dot tick condemn our government for being draconian or a land with no civil liberties.

Give me draconian anytime with peace, prosperity and progress, instead of visitors coming here and refusing to mask up during Covid-19 pandemic as this Briton claimed he is sovereign. Perhaps he is unwell in his head to make him think he is not at risk of Covid-19.

As a 56 year old, Lil Red Dot is not perfect but she is good enough for me to call her home.

To Singaporeans living overseas, happy National Day and stay safe.

To my friends around the world, join us in celebrating my National Day and my birthday🎂🥂🐾

I ate chicken rice today and had satay!

Bates Motel will give me a small celebration with nurses tomorrow.

I am grateful for kindness around me.

I am alive.

🇸🇬🇸🇬🇸🇬🎂🥂🎁🎊😃😃🍾

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Like A Muay Thai Boxer🤣🤣

Part 2 is planned…part 1 went well. Thankfully!

Drs Li Yi Jia Boey Wah Keong and Lui Hock Foong did well.

The seamstress is Dr Lim Yi Jia. He is adept and skillful. Thank goodness!

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T’was An Hour Before Slice & Dice

I took this whilst waiting for Mr Ability To Earn to give me a ride to the Bates Motel. A single but stoic flower on a new bed. It overcame and so shall I.

I was up at 2.30am. Perhaps tired & stressed with today’s exciting time ahead.

6am the Nightingales came in. Time for my antibiotics and stomach meds. I have a unique body that does not cooperate when it should, so Dr Boey has to ensure all is good post operation.

I am breathing in stuff….professionally known as a nebulizer so that my airways do not dispute the inserts in my throat and nasal cavities. To calm, soothe and tell all parts of my body to behave.

It is 7.40am now. The theatre is expecting me at 9am and I….the Pavarotti of surgeries will do my best aria whilst my surgeon and anaesthesist will conduct the orchestra of habadashery of suturing and chemical balancing.

I shall live.

I shall exit the stage when curtain closes after my aria and be back in my boudoir after.

Then comes the hard part….recovery!!

Wish me well folks as I tackle the high notes of life.

Bummer!

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10 Things Your Dog Would Tell You

A true ode from a dog to its owner…

  1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful: remember that before you get me.
  2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
  3. Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well being.
  4. Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment.
  5. You have your work, your entertainment,and your friends. I only have you.
  6. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understands your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me.
  7. Be aware that how ever you treat me, I will never forget.
  8. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you.
  9. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting too old and weak.
  10. Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I cannot bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death.
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