Doc: ‘Nothing to worry’

 

Holter returned to the hospital. The result was read. Dr. Haizal said, there is nothing to be worried about.

Come to think about it….Actually, has any doctor ever said other wise? like

“oh yes.! you’ve got to be worried”

Whatever is it, I will not worry myself too much. My stress test also shown irregular heart beat throughout the test. Still, my doctor said, ‘nothing to be worried’. So, I will just take it as is.

My supporting hubby was also there at the hospital to accompany me. Dr. Haizal looked at him, then turned to his nurse ‘Do a stress test on him too’

Blurr (my hubby). “me..??. “

“Yes, you need too” The friendly doctor verified.

“any needle involve??”  That was the first question came out from my hubby.

Haha..! no needle. Dont worry.

15 minutes later, there we were. Husband and wife, did a stress test.

The result… both OK.

Back to work..!

Hi.! Holter

 

I never heard this name until yesterday and I had to sleep with Holter. I let Holter hugged me for 24 hours.

My Cardiologist asked me to do so. I have no choice but to abide by his instruction.

I’ve been complaining of irregular heartbeat. The first pediatrician said it probably caused by the supplement that I started to take. Vitamin B complex. May be..maybe not….

Its been more that 4 days I stopped taking the supplement but the irregularity prolonged and I couldn't help worrying whether I may or may not reach the next minute or the next day or the next week, alive. Next, my loving hubby made an appointment with the family’s favorite cardiologist, Dr. Haizal, at Tropicana Specialist Hospital. That when he introduced me to Holter. He said my heart occasionally missed beat. Move your butt, you …lazy heart..!!!

Holter is a portable device use to continuously monitor various electrical activity of the cardiovascular system for 24 hours. The electrical circuit were then sticked to my body around the heart area. And I went to sleep in that condition.

This is how a Holter looks like, EXCEPT my body OF COURSE MUCH SEXIER than what you see in this picture.

I had no problem sleeping with the device, but I hated it when the nurse called me for blood test. Thats when the drama began…..

ouch..ouch..ouch..!!

I’ve not even touch  you…

ok..ok..but you are going to right..?

auww….ouch…ouchh…!

sorry, your vein shrunk.You are too scarred. I have to re do. Just relax….

Oh SHUD..!!! RE-DO..??? %$#@@#$$!!!!!!!

Take a deep breath.This time I will use baby needle.

Yeah..right..what difference does it make? its still a needle…

I just need a few ml. not too much

can’t you do it without poking..??

HA..HA..HA…!

ouch..! ouch..! ouch..! why so long..???

ok..ok. its done..!!!

Oh man..!!! How I hate needle.

I walked out of the room with agony but proud. I did it! I did it..!!

By the time I’m working on this journal, I still have Holter hugging me. I should know the result by the next day. Lets wait for the result.

On Duty to Sabah

It was time to meet up with clients again.
What to wear? What to say? How to.....? Where to...?

Then I reminded myself ...
"Be who you are"
So, I did. No new dress, no new shoes, no overdosed making up.

Hola Senores......!!

Hello nona manis...!!

Hello..helloo...hello.....

It was tiring, but fun. Pearl and crystal on sale, added to our joy.

On the 3rd day, it was time to leave for the airport. It was rainy earlier. later the sky turned flowery, like a painting.

As expected, my flight was again delayed. It didnt bother me though, since I was accompanied by colleagues and seminar participants. We chat and chat... until it was time to board the plane.

We boarded alright, but then.....
"why is the plane not moving?"
'Everyone can fly' turned to 'Everyone can wonder'

Half an hour felling suffocated in the plane, I noticed those Business class passengers stood up and reached for their bags at the overhead compartment.
Huh..?? switch aircraft???

Wait..wait...hold on.... may be not. They sat back to their seats.

I saw a group of people walked passed the ailse with equipments. Hose, pump, plastic bags, etc..etc..

"what is going on? why are we not moving?" The passenger next to me asked the friendly MAS steward. The handsome guy whispered to him.

My colleague and I moved forward not to be close to the good looking man, but wanting to hear the answer.

HAH..!!!????

Oh man,,!!! I never come across a flight delay caused by such.

The toilet blocked and flooded.. WWUUAAAAGGHHHHH.....!!! I rather wait then flying without having to use the lavatory.
At last, those group of plumbers were on their way out. I close my nose, just in case....

After about 2 hours delayed, the plane started to move. For the 1st time throughout my journey to and From Kota Kinabalu, nobody used the toilet. Neither did I.

Other than that, it was such an interesting trip.

Journey with a mixed feelings

I shed my tears on my way to the airport. I will tell you about it as you read on. Meanwhile…………

YEAYY…!!! I will be spending a night with my parents. I'm excited

Last week, I hesitated to make this detour visit, thinking of the extra expenses on airfare and leaving my family behind. Just for a night  stay cost me as much as going overseas. Then I called my mom. I just wanted to hear her voice. I told her that I will be going to Sabah, but not to Lahad Datu, my beloved hometown. We talked and laughed. She updated me on things that she had been wanting to say. There were so many things she told. Some I pretended as if I’ve not heard before, some were actually new info. My mom could have been longing to talk to her children, when my call came in.

As I put off the phone, the guiltiness felt in me. Guilty of not having to be with my parents. I’ve been away since my primary school day. And now I am living far away from them.

Next, I picked up the phone. “Malaysian Airline , good afternoon. I’m ‘so-and-so’, may I help you?” I heard the voice from the other end, after about 10 minutes hearing to the waiting mode music. Happily I changed my flight and topped up the cost. The price is nothing compare to my love towards my parents. I didn't regret the extra expenses at all.

Now, I’m in the flight, on the way to my hometown, Lahad Datu. Its located in Sabah, about 55 minutes flight from the capital state, Kota Kinabalu, where the Highest mountain in SEA is found (Mount Kinabalu). Thats where I am to conduct a seminar on the following day. I will be busy. I haven't really prepared for my coming speech and presentation. But, until then, I just want to spend time with my parents and siblings, and nephews and nieces. My one night stay is so precious.

KLIA international Airport was so packed when I arrived. But there was no one attending the used-to-be checking counter.

“There is no more checkin counter, Ma’am. You can checkin at the machine” She pointed at those non-human airline staff.

At the machine, I keyed-in my ticket number, then my country code, then it asked me if I wanted to change my seat. touched on the ‘change seat’. I browsed thru the seat. I was the last passenger to check-in. Flight full. No other seat to choose, but my own initial seat. THEN WHY GIVE A CHOICE TO CHANGE SEAT..?? DUMBO.

I picked up my boarding pass and walked toward the counter of Baggage-drop-off. WWWOOOOAAAA……. such a long line. So the checkin machine doesn't really help much on passengers travelling with luggage.

Passing by the security check, I stepped down the escalator. I turned around as fast as I could. Too late OMG..! The escalator wouldn't reverse.  Oh no.! Why did I forget to do that.? I regretted.

I practice giving a final glance to him, my lover, before my the wall comes in between us. Bollywood-like love affair. Don't puke..! Continue reading.

I didnt look back for him, in this trip. It upset me a little. I slow-walked to the waiting lounge.

I stepped down the ailse, all the way to the 3rd end row. I seated in the middle of 2 ladies, To my left, a Pakistani. She doesn't look left of right, but either stay focused on her novel or collecting Zeds..(Zzz.) On my right, a European lady who doesn't want to hear the world. She also focused on her Novel with both ears stuffed with earphone. I could hear her music. That was loud. I wasn't annoyed by that, but  by those flight attendants who kept on having their arms crossing on my face, for this lady, with a stuffed ears. I stayed calm and wondering how can people walk around with earphone. HELLO..!!!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME..??????

Sitting behind me are children about 4-6 years old. They must be siblings. They talked, they screamed, they sang, they had fun in the flight. They got over excited at times and kept on kicking on my seat. That reminded me of my loving hubby who sent me to the airport. He hates it when children sitting behind him and kicking his seat, especially in a long flight. Anyway, those kicking didn't really bother me. BECAUSE…………… I had something else in mind.

That ‘something’ was the same thing that caused me to shed tears on my way to the airport. It was about my stray kitten. 3 of them. I found them all died this morning. Doggy was the last one to die. Early morning I found him lying dead beside his 2 other siblings. Pirate Jr and Kim died few hours before him. I watched those tiny bodies. Speechless.

My poor little one.They are all dead. All. Not even one stay to accompany my morning. I used to feed them and play with them before I leave for work.Their time is up, Nadia said. Fine. I accept it.

I landed at Kota Kinabalu International Airport at around 11:40 am. Beautifully renovated.

1.5 hours gap to my next flight, as the other passengers, I walked fast towards the toilet.

HAH..!! gotta stay in line.? I needed to get in. Phew!! My turn, at last.

As if that was the longest pee-ing I’ve ever did. It wasn't really that long, but thats how I felt. I couldn't wait to get the heck out of the filthy cubicle. The stink was unbearable. No doubt, it was the same toilet in KKIA, which I’ve used and found them clean and tidy, before this. But I wonder what happened to the awareness. I wanted to complain but I didn't bump unto any cleaners. What an embarrassing.

I rushed out and washed my hand. I got the last drop of soap. I felt so dirty.Then..”excuse me..” The lady after me, handed my handbag. GOSHHH…!! I stomped actually out of the cubicle leaving my hand bag behind. Thats how horrible it was. I could not explain more. It triggered my headache, really. Such a nice airport huh... Too bad.

Ops..!! I gotta board.

Its a beautiful sight of Kota Kinabalu thru the window of Fokker. In another 50 minutes I will be with my parents. I want to hug them and kiss them. I want to be with them throughout my few hours stay in this hometown of mine. I hope to forget my sadness as I reached there.

I will surely miss my hubby and kids, at night, though.

Whatevs..Bon Voyage!

Again, about stray kittens.

 

This picture was captured 5 days ago. They were so cute, and cuddly. Nadia, Adri and I bathed them for the first time. We dried them under hair dryer.

They were so active, running around, jumping over each other. And then….

 

On the very next day, the mother cat, Miss. Pirate, moved them, my 3 cute fluffy stray kittens out from my  back yard. They disappeared for 3 days. They were moved to my neighbor's. Today they were back. I noticed all were malnutrition and very weak.

I took them into the house. I fed them with milk. I tried and tried and tried……

     

Oh Allah.. what didn't I do? What I did, didn't help.

Kim and Pirate Jr. died less than an hour later. Doggy is still alive at the time I’m working on this journal. He, too looking weak. I could only pray for God to save him.

All my stray kittens are dying on me. I guess its time to let them all off and live according to the rules of stray cat. I don't want to cry for them no more.

I hate sad ending stories.

Gaddafi is dead

I still remember his look when I was much younger so was he, then. He was interviewed on TV and marked as one of the most important person in the world. He was standing big, tall, super rich and powerful, but no longer, today.

I was having dinner when the news announced, that he was captured and wounded in both legs by the Libyan rebels. Next, his corpse was shown to the world. Also shown thousands of people celebrating around the corpse.

They were enjoying a death of another human being???

No matter how or what he was, capturing him alive is good enough, I think. No need to shoot him in the head and let his body stranded and exposed by the road side, surrounded by overjoying people. People were shooting to the air, wasting bullet. Just imagine how much of bullet in price could have drained. Oh GOSHhh….!! what is wrong with the world??

He was a father, a husband, a son and was a hero to his people. Today, the world witness his dead bloodied body lying on the ground, striped.

I am not his follower neither am I his enemy. I’m just sick of the war and sick of people who are after power.

THERE GOES MY DINNER….

So….Osama is dead, Saddam Hussein is dead, Gaddafi is dead. Who is next?

Stray Kittens in memory

 

This is Miss Tiger. I took her to the clinic a few times. This is the last photo of her. She died on the 16th Oct 2011. She is not a pretty stray cat, but I cried for her when she died.

 

This is Specky. She died in early October 2011. Just about a week before Tiger.  I miss this cuddly kitten.

 

This is Tompok. He was the first stray kitten that I started to fall in love with, but he died in tragic incident. I guess he was eaten by his own father. I found his half body, early in the morning. He was so cute and lovable. Bye little kitty. Rest in peace

 

This is Blacky, the first stray kitten on mine to die. He was sickly since he was born.

As of today, I still have 3 little kitten with me.

  They are Pirate Jr, Doggy and Kim.

Their mother kept on moving them in and out of back yard. Yesterday, I came to know that they are located next door in my neighbor’s kitchen area.

Anyway, I still keep on providing cat food in the tray for the mother cat, as I  believe she will bring her babies back to me soon.

Time flies. Where am I?

 

I was surrounded by close family. We had a good seafood dinner in Shah Alam. We love the sweet & sour crab. Then we had another food gathering plus prayers. Food and religious activity.

Felt like it was just hours ago. We had good dinner together. We talked. We had a good laughter.

Next morning  I was already driving to the airport (45 minutes journey), then boarding a flight(55 minutes flying time) , then I found myself cruising in a rental car, towards up north The Peninsular Malaysia( 1 hour).  My meeting was to be held in Kangar, Perlis.

I enjoyed my driving though. So peaceful without hearing the voice of my over-talkative maid, back home.

Today, I drove alone and lonely ….

  

Passing by paddy fields was refreshing. Too bad the weather was not supporting. HOT..!!!

Unlike in my previous trip, this time those farmers just harvested the produce. Not as green now.

I took the first flight from Kuala Lumpur. I arrived too early for my after lunch meeting . The gave me ample time to divert my driving farther to the Duty Free Zone area, ‘Bukit Kayu Hitam’, located about 36km from Perlis State, where I was heading.Ops..! I didn't tell my hubby about this detour. I didn't want to worry him, I guess.

I drove into the industrial area. Wrong way! U-Turned.

Next, I drove into the villages . Wrong way again..!! U-Turned

 

In the middle of no where, I passed by a golf field.

huh..?? These golfers…They make an effort to get into the jungle?

  

I decided. I surrendered, and stopped a passers by and asked where is the so-called Bukit Kayu Hitam, one of my mom’s favorite shopping place.

At last! I reached the place. I stoppedby a stall for a quick lunch. I thought of turning back to continue my journey to Perlis, but I thought..since I’ve reached the area…why not..? go for it girl..

So I did. After lunch, I joined the line of cars towards the immigration area, where I had to show my identification card to be verified. I told the guy that I wasnt planning to cross over to Thailand. No passport required. He let me passed.

 

I continued my journey. It was just about 500m from the immigration check, I reached the Duty Free Zone.

     

I found a few items slightly cheaper from where I am living. I also found items having similar price to those I found in KL.

I wasnt there to shop, so, I left without buying anything at all. I'm surprise that I could control my shopping temptation. Wow..!! I’m proud of myself.

    

Not even half an hour, I was on my way to Perlis.

My meeting over at around 5pm. It was rainy  REAL HEAVY…

The following hour I spent driving round and round  the down town of Kangar. I lost my way and found it somehow.

Time for me to rest. Putra Palace Hotel is not bad. sleepable(if there is such vocab).

 

Killing baby. A trend?

 

Oh Allah..let those who kill their new born babies repent. I couldn't stand watching the news. Even the death of a stray kitten shed me tears, how would seeing a breathless tiny human body keep me off from being emotional?.

If only I could afford, I could have built a big house for the unwanted new born. Cant I ?

I want to keep them all without being investigated by the government. I want to send them to school without being interrogated of who or what is their father. I want to keep them all without being summoned for not having license of keeping unwanted child and without having to register under organization or such sort of …….whatever…whatever..whatever. I just want to reduce, if not stop, this baby killing trend. I just wan them to live. That's all.