I guess this has to be my 1st official post in year 2010. Happy New Year everybody!!

If you ever wonder where I’ve been since my last Venice post; no, i didn’t go back to Venice. Instead, i had 2 balls from my throat removed.

I know, it’s hard to imagine.I didn’t know how the doctors did it ….but the balls did get removed and there’s proof!! ( Well, just incase ur wondering…..they didn’t open my throat from the outside…it’s from the inside!!)

Yeap, times have changed, the only thing they need to do is to stick some kinda equipment down my throat ( while i was asleep) and scooped my 2 tonsils out!! No stitching required. And that is the no no part. Imagine you have an open wound…. in the throat where liquid will be passing through it all the time. Can you imagine the pain ??? Like even just a little bit ??

1st thing after i woke up from the anesthesia, was the enormous amount of pain i have in my throat, like instantly. And 1st thing that came into my mind? ~~ Yes…my tonsils are gone.

The good thing about this verdict is, i won’t have chronic tonsillitis like forever more. ( Unless it grows out again!! Which is very unlikely.) And the cons of this verdict ?? I have to suffer the pain post operation even until today.

When i 1st consult my ENT doctor in Singapore, he told me the pain will be enormous. And i think to myself, since i always have chronic tonsillitis like every now and then, with the “well-trained” pain level it has given me, i guess i will be able to endure the pain. Oh yes…..i was so naive to think that way. The pain to me was actually UNBEARABLE.

I don’t think anyone around me during my post operation period will be able to understand what kinda pain I’ve been enduring. A pain that is so huge to take that makes me in someway would like to require some sort of pain-killer like morphine for example from the doctor, something great to stop the pain for a while. You would just wished the pain is something that you’ve been imagining and it’s not real.

Take drinking water for example, it’s such a normal thing to do, i mean what’s so complicated about drinking water? But, for me, especially days after operation, even drinking a sip of water will trigger tears, so imagine i had to force myself eating something that has a little more texture than water, for example, soup or porridge? I was being encouraged to take ice creams!! Isn’t that a privilege?? I mean how many patient you know after operation are being treated to ice creams ?? But even ice creams seems like a hurtful food to me during that time. Like every food or liquid are being armored with thousands of swords which are ready to pierce through my throat. So, can you somehow imagine the level of pain by now?

I wanted so much to take photos of my room during my hospitalization in Mt.E Singapore, or even my bed to give you guys some idea of how a post operation patient looks like. But i was really in so much pain and agony that my emotions just didn’t allow me to do so. Even my sister suggested it, and all i gave her was a snug.  And i don’t like the feeling in any hospitals, and so taking photos in my own interpretation, was being prohibited.

But i have to say, rooms and services in the hospital was indeed 1st class. ( Of-course, considering the amount that i had to pay!! ) Doctors and nurses really do portray an angelic face, and i’m not kidding !! And i think that’s a very useful thing. Considering a patient like me who has never really gone under the knife, except for some stitching on some wounds when young. Seeing an angelic face before operation really does give you some sort of emotional boost. Remembering the time where they had to wheel me into the operation theater….my heart was pounding real real fast…..and i can hear it loud and clear through the heart-beat monitor or whatever you call it. Doctors and nurses around me are getting ready for the operation, my anesthetic doctor is busily trying to find my vein, and he stuck the needle into the wrong vein for the 1st time!! For goodness sake! And then after a while, he speak into my face ~ “Ok, i’m gonna put you to sleep now.” Straight after  that, an oxygen mask came covering on my mouth and before i knew it, it was 2 hours later.

1st thing when i woke up is to feel the urge to vomit. I guess i was somehow allergic to the anesthetic. And in between waking up, the feeling is damn drowsy! Nurses were forcing me to react in someways….telling me they are gonna wheel me back to my room now…and even asked me to climb onto the bed in my room myself. Hey! they should have carry me onto the bed or something ??? hehehee……

And when i made myself comfortable on the bed, i don’t remember how many nurses exactly were next to me, it just seemed a lot !! And i don’t know what the hell they are busy with. Let me tell ya, you really cannot rest properly when being hospitalized. Nurses come visit you like once every hour, it’s damn irritating! But then again, they are in a way taking good care of you. Yes ??

I don’t know if you will call this “experience” an “experience”, but i guess there are many ways to me an eye opener.

And so i had a Christmas in agony this year, a little less agony for the new year, and now on the road to recovery.

Well, i do hope my throat will be able to recover quickly so that i will be able to stuff myself with lots and lots of —-FRIED FOOD!!!! hehehehe……

Well, here are the 2 balls that got out from my throat…..

Be warned…it’s PG Rated…..or is it ???

Judge for yourself then…..i don’t think it’s that scary is it ???

Yummy ???