The (Great) Escape

You won't believe the hell i went through for the past few days.

In the space of four days, i'm hospitalized and planning for the vacation of my life.

Yes, hospitalized and yes, vacation of my life.

Last Friday I had a horrible pain in my abdomen, after work I went to see my family doctor. She siad it was bladder infection. The pain got worse when I came home. Mama got increasingly worried about me. So she called my brother and he and my sister, bless her heart, raced me to the A&E at CGH at about 11 pm.

I was put in the observation ward where Belle, my sister, helped me through my painful ordeal. I was in agony, honestly. I was lying in bed like a wounded animal, wincing and crying in pain. Belle held my hand. She even helped me get my urine sample in (alot can be said about that!). I love her more than anything.

So at about 4 am, after the pain killer injection and morphine were of no help, they warded me. (2 hours later Belle went to work - no sleep)And then began my journey to recovery.

Two things I want to make clear here. One - it's NOT cool sitting in a wheelchair. I had to be wheeled in and out (mostly for my nicotine intake) in a wheel chair. And the "uniform" - not much help either. And being warded in a hospital is the most boring, uneventful things to go through (Ask Tre - he's been hospitalized for what? 3 times?)I hated every moment of it. Especially if your bed is next to one who rests a mentally unstable Indonesian.And especially if you have more important things to do - like going on holiday!

Two - nurses do all the work! I dun understand why doctors are paid thousands when they only check you up for 5 mins once every morning, when these dedicated nurses lug out 12 hour shifts on hand and foot. I should start a petition, though i dunno how much they earn. I mean, they should be paid thousands just to wash and clean dozens of wrinkly men and women everyday!

Anywho, by Monday I was getting a bit anxious as to when I would be discharged. I have a flight to catch on WEDNESDAY! So began my quiet secret mission to get myself discharged by Tuesday cause I had heaps of work to be done. I got the okay from my doctor to fly out on wednesday and that was a huge relief.

Next on my worry list - my tourist visa. The Oz High Commission IS known to reject visa applications. And I am very well at risk. If mine got rejected then I would have problems. Huge ones. I couldnt cancel my flight and everything will be messed up.BUT... I went there this morning, and got my visa without incidents. (Except for Han going round saying "Wassap dude!"-got everyone laughing. )

Ahhh, yes. I'm flying out tomorrow. To Sydney. Alone.

I look forward to a holiday long overdue. I wanted to spend my 2*th birthday in quiet reflection. (If i can't avoid being older, at least I can avoid the people who will tease me about it!)

I am looking forward to seeing Ross and Graham again. Both of whom have graciously offered to put a roof over me.

And then, there's James. Poor , sweet James. (Haz I promise this time I'll get a pic of him- I'm armed and ready)I miss you babe!

God, I'm actually rushing through this entry because I fell asleep earlier. And I still haven't done any packing! YIKES!

Gotta get going then.

Thanks to everyone for your well wishes and I'll see you in 3 weeks!

Till then.