about me
hey hey, I am Peiyi.
Not a person good with words, but I hope to compensate this with my big heart..
The greatest blessing in my life is my ever-caring family and being endowned with many groups of encouraging friends. Both of which have been constantly there for me.
I dedicate this blog to my friends who I regret at times, due to time constraints are unable to keep close contact with as much as I want to..
I hope that via this blog, I am able to keep my friends updated with my life and keep me updated with theirs.
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Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Numb. This is the only feeling I can describe within me when my dad drove me to National Dental Clinic for my dental surgery. Oh
ya. I was feeling hungry too. I starved myself from 12am last night to 12pm this afternoon.
When i entered the ward, it was freezing cold and the silence was
deafening.
While the nurse was taking my blood pressure and heart beat, I witness many beds being pushed in and out of the surgery room.
Then, I was asked to change into the surgery robe, and led into a room where a male nurse begin explaining to me the risks involved in the surgery. Their Standard of Procedure. But I was daunted by the aspect of the risks involved.
In the surgery room, I remembered clearly the doctor injected twice into my left hand. When he tried to explain that because my hand was too small, he gotta inject again, I couldn't contain a whine. Then when the
anaesthesia was injected into my left hand, it is the worse experience I ever felt. I admit I was crying. The nurse had to keep wiping away the tears flowing from my eyes.
The last thing I remembered before I drifted to sleep was me telling myself to start dreaming. Now that I recalled, there wasn't even a single dream.
When I woke up, my entire body was in a seizure and my screams were reduced into incessant whines.
Somehow, I couldn't sleep at all immediately after the surgery. It was only after my dad came to visit me then I could slowly drift into sleep again.
At night, I ate cold plain porridge mixed with a little sauce.
Maybe this is only human. But to me, it is only in the presence of my loved ones that I feel safe enough.