- My father who has committedly devoted his entire time to look after me
- My lil' brother, Arthur who has been a great caretaker
- My mum for patiently nursing me so well
- My auntie, Ibuk Lado for her undivided care and concern
- Apai Angel & family for generously supporting us
- Apai Stephanie & family, Apai Brenda & family, Apai Ernest & family for praying for me religiously and constantly
- Everyone of Rumah Entiri for being so supportive of me
- Friends and relatives
- People of Tanjung Skrang
- Betong Hospital
- Sibu Hospital
- So many others kind-hearted and heartwarming person
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Thank You
I can't thank everyone enough for what they have done. My heartfelt gratitude goes to:
You don’t care
I am so disheartened that you did not even bother to come and to pay me a visit at such a trying time. I do not expect you to come with a basket full of fruits from every corner of the earth. All I need is your encouragement. I need you to support me morally. I need to listen to your get-well wishes. I need to feel your warmth. I do believe that you knew it so very well how good words may put one’s spirit on a pedestal, no? And hey, none of those would cost you a penny. At its slightest, a sms that reads “Can’t wait to see you on your feet again!” would do. Outwardly, you are a very thoughtful person. Apparently, your true-self has surfaced itself. Slowly, I get to learn that you are after all not a compassionate person. Maybe I am so unimportant, so insignificant or extremely irrelevant thus I do not deserve a moment of your so precious time. One day, if such a thing happens to you, I will show you what compassion and empathy are.
Heartless lady doctor
I would not be appalled to see people leaving hospital with a very sour face. How would they not if upon their visit for consultation, follow-up and what not, all they get was a stern remark from a doctor whom they regard to the highest degree? Supposedly, a hospital is where a person may find a peace of mind partly because people know that they are in a good hand with great doctors around them. Ironically, with their already frail condition, their suffering is made double. When the patient inquisitively-but-reverently asked for their godly-professional opinions about their well-being, the doctor shouts and yells at them. They make fun of them. They make faces. They even walked away so inconsiderately leaving their clients helplessly weeping in pain.
Where does this come from? I was on my third visit to a nearby clinic for a follow-up. So, after a nerve-racking waiting that took everlastingly forever, I finally got a chance to see a doctor. When my name was summoned, I respectfully greeted the doctor a warm “Good morning,” in which I received a mute responds. Maybe she didn’t hear me.
What came next was totally unanticipated. I told her that I needed a couple of days of SICK LEAVE because I could hardly walk and stand. How do you expect me to teach and control my students in such a weak state? Furthermore, my injured right arm would not allow me to hold a chalk and even take the wheel quite yet. It is a 40-minute drive to reach my school, ok. These were the missing facts that this lady doctor has unexpectedly failed to acknowledge. Out of a blue, after she glanced through my discharge summary, she provocatively questioned my request. She said that my arm could not be in pain since it was not stated in my discharge summary.
Owh, come on! Couldn’t you see the obvious? My arm was all wrapped up. I walked like an aging old man. Did you need me to scream in anguish to prove that I AM still in PAIN? Or maybe you needed a more dramatic evidence like walking into you room with my hand wiggling and bleeding? Only then would you be satisfied? Doctor dear, the one whom should get the blame is your fellow colleague who did not wholly provide you with such a great details. And, mind you! I am not A PART of your flawed system which you have unknowingly highlighted and made more apparent with your defective manner. For goodness sake, I am you client; an unfairly and unkindly treated client. Erm, let us not pin down the guilty party here.
Looking at the situation again, all I asked from her was to responsibly grant me a couple of days of sick leave. Before I left the room, I too asked for few necessary medications that may facilitate my recovery which slipped through my mind at first. She annoyingly and disgustingly looked at me and barked “Why didn’t you mention about it earlier?”
It was a direct pang. She ruined my day. Only if you mercifully and graciously nurse me, my wound might as well heal instantly. I have suffered enough. I do not need more. You do not have to intensify my misery. SEE!!! WHAT HAVE YOU UNJUSTLY DONE to the rest of the other doctors whom have compassion in their hearts?
P/S: May I suggest you to redefine the word D.O.C.T.O.R? Make it noble.
An accident That NEARLY Takes my Soul Away
This unfortunate event happened on December 19th 2010 at 1720 hours at Tanjung Skrang, Sri Aman-Betong route. As yet, I could not rub out any part of these fear-provoking details from my reminiscence. That day would remain as an unyielding reminder that I have been given a second chance. Let me first describe what had actually happened.
Earlier that morning, my mum and I was in Kota Samarahan, attending my aunt’s wedding reception. After that excellent wedding do, I slept for nearly 2-hour before hitting the road home. It was 2.20 in the afternoon when we started my journey home after visiting my grandparents’ burial ground. After driving for two and a half hours, my mum suggested we took a minute or two in Lachau. There, we enjoyed a bowl of noodle each. The journey continued until we reached our next stop which was Jelukong. I gulped a can of cold 100 Plus which I found so refreshing. So, I was physically sound.
As we moved on, we witnessed two road accidents which definitely sent chill to my spine. It had never crossed my mind that the third one would involve us. Suddenly, after a 15-minute drive, I saw an Avanza fast approaching from the opposite direction. I saw that particular MPV skidded into my lane and within split second, "PANGGGGGGG." A sudden silence blanketed us.
As I regained my consciousness, the pain, the shock, everything were indescribable. Opening my eyes had never felt that difficult in my lifetime. I could not talk as my chest was in terrible pain. I somehow managed to say these few words which I vividly remember, "Mummy, ukai salah aku mummy." The very next thing I did was to press the honk.
I was lucky that the passers-by were very helpful. They took out the car battery and carefully dragged my wounded mum out of the badly smashed car. The people from nearby longhouse also rushed over and tried their very best to take me out from the car. Their attemps however, failed.
While waiting for the ambulance to come, my mum managed to make few calls, alerting the rest of my family of what had just happened. A moment later, from afar, I heard a relieving ambulance siren buzzing. Despite her horrific condition, she washed their hands of. She did not want to leave me alone and insisted the people to take her boy to safety and would only agree to leave the scene with me. The medical team, on the other hand, persistently told my mum that she had to go first and reassured her that I would be in the good hand. They took my mum to the nearest hospital which was Betong Hospital.
There I was, trapped in the appalingly damaged car, painfully waiting for the fireman to come for the rescue. I spent not a single second alone. There were people around whom promised me that things would definitely turn out to be better. I was also being consoled by a lady who is a Sister Nurse working in Hospital Betong. She grabbed my bleeding hand and patted my back and whispered to my ears that everything will be okay. By some means, the unbearable pain subsided.
Finally, the fireman arrived. The process was not easy. It took them nearly 30-minute to successfully take me out unharmed. After about an hour and a half of tormenting waiting, I was then rushed to Betong Hospital.
The ambulance ride was not pleasant at all. It was so bouncy and sharp pain started to attack me from every corner of my body. The pain was getting more and more unbearable. How much longer would I be able to withstand this shooting twinge? After that 10-minute gruesome ride which felt like hours, I arrived at Emergency Room, just in time.
I was immediately attended to by a trauma team. They ripped opened my clothes and continued with the necessary medical emergency procedures. The entire process was the longest and the most painful EVER.
In sum, I received 11 stitches on my upper right arm. My right cheeks were severely scratched. Bruises, scars and deeps wounds were pretty well noticeable. I spent a night in Betong Hospital and was discharged the next morning because I needed to make a police report. I spent another night in Sibu Hospital the day later. In Sibu Hospital, I went through a very thorough medical examination. I went for X-Ray, Ultrasound and CT Scan. To my relief, I was free from any fracture. There was only a minimal liquid discharge observable between my kidney and liver. The doctor said it is something that I should not worry about. I was discharged from the Male Surgical Ward in the afternoon the next day after the doctor was done with his final examination on me. I was unable to stand, bend and stretch my body for the first week of the accident. Every little movement would cost me an insufferable pain.
It has been 3-week after the accident that nearly takes my life away. At present, I feel so much better. I could already walk around but I need to watch every step very carefully. I do still experience the pain on my right rib ecspecially when I cough and bend my body. Standing up is still another challenge. I need to rest for another couple of days before I come back to work.
Earlier that morning, my mum and I was in Kota Samarahan, attending my aunt’s wedding reception. After that excellent wedding do, I slept for nearly 2-hour before hitting the road home. It was 2.20 in the afternoon when we started my journey home after visiting my grandparents’ burial ground. After driving for two and a half hours, my mum suggested we took a minute or two in Lachau. There, we enjoyed a bowl of noodle each. The journey continued until we reached our next stop which was Jelukong. I gulped a can of cold 100 Plus which I found so refreshing. So, I was physically sound.
As we moved on, we witnessed two road accidents which definitely sent chill to my spine. It had never crossed my mind that the third one would involve us. Suddenly, after a 15-minute drive, I saw an Avanza fast approaching from the opposite direction. I saw that particular MPV skidded into my lane and within split second, "PANGGGGGGG." A sudden silence blanketed us.
As I regained my consciousness, the pain, the shock, everything were indescribable. Opening my eyes had never felt that difficult in my lifetime. I could not talk as my chest was in terrible pain. I somehow managed to say these few words which I vividly remember, "Mummy, ukai salah aku mummy." The very next thing I did was to press the honk.
I was lucky that the passers-by were very helpful. They took out the car battery and carefully dragged my wounded mum out of the badly smashed car. The people from nearby longhouse also rushed over and tried their very best to take me out from the car. Their attemps however, failed.
While waiting for the ambulance to come, my mum managed to make few calls, alerting the rest of my family of what had just happened. A moment later, from afar, I heard a relieving ambulance siren buzzing. Despite her horrific condition, she washed their hands of. She did not want to leave me alone and insisted the people to take her boy to safety and would only agree to leave the scene with me. The medical team, on the other hand, persistently told my mum that she had to go first and reassured her that I would be in the good hand. They took my mum to the nearest hospital which was Betong Hospital.
There I was, trapped in the appalingly damaged car, painfully waiting for the fireman to come for the rescue. I spent not a single second alone. There were people around whom promised me that things would definitely turn out to be better. I was also being consoled by a lady who is a Sister Nurse working in Hospital Betong. She grabbed my bleeding hand and patted my back and whispered to my ears that everything will be okay. By some means, the unbearable pain subsided.
Finally, the fireman arrived. The process was not easy. It took them nearly 30-minute to successfully take me out unharmed. After about an hour and a half of tormenting waiting, I was then rushed to Betong Hospital.
The ambulance ride was not pleasant at all. It was so bouncy and sharp pain started to attack me from every corner of my body. The pain was getting more and more unbearable. How much longer would I be able to withstand this shooting twinge? After that 10-minute gruesome ride which felt like hours, I arrived at Emergency Room, just in time.
I was immediately attended to by a trauma team. They ripped opened my clothes and continued with the necessary medical emergency procedures. The entire process was the longest and the most painful EVER.
In sum, I received 11 stitches on my upper right arm. My right cheeks were severely scratched. Bruises, scars and deeps wounds were pretty well noticeable. I spent a night in Betong Hospital and was discharged the next morning because I needed to make a police report. I spent another night in Sibu Hospital the day later. In Sibu Hospital, I went through a very thorough medical examination. I went for X-Ray, Ultrasound and CT Scan. To my relief, I was free from any fracture. There was only a minimal liquid discharge observable between my kidney and liver. The doctor said it is something that I should not worry about. I was discharged from the Male Surgical Ward in the afternoon the next day after the doctor was done with his final examination on me. I was unable to stand, bend and stretch my body for the first week of the accident. Every little movement would cost me an insufferable pain.
It has been 3-week after the accident that nearly takes my life away. At present, I feel so much better. I could already walk around but I need to watch every step very carefully. I do still experience the pain on my right rib ecspecially when I cough and bend my body. Standing up is still another challenge. I need to rest for another couple of days before I come back to work.
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