..can be dangerous.
Kayrin yesterday went into the operating theatre for the first time, with a pebble up her left nostril. A yellow one, about the size of those giant-sized kidney beans.
I just broke down when the anaesthetist knocked her out with general anaesthesia. She was so trusting, breathing into the mouthpiece as told by the nurse, garbed in her little green gown. She wanted to know why she's in green while the rest of us were in blue. Her curiosity amused everyone. Must be her curiosity too that got her to stuff that pebble up her nostril.
It all began at about 12:30 p.m. for me. For Shaw Feng, it started earlier. They were already in Sunway Hospital, with ENT specialist, Dr. Koay Cheng Boon, being summoned there.
Dr. Koay couldn't remove the pebble after a few tries, and decided that Kayrin needed GA to be able to have the offending object taken out. That started our wait for the procedure to take place at 4 p.m., about six hours after her breakfast in order for her to digest her roti canai.
It was a wonder to see her open her eyes after the surgery, and to immediately thank and wave away the anaesthetist, Dr. Tan. The cheeky girl, upon being wheeled back into Room 510, pronounced herself famished and asked for food. She sat on bed munching Jacob's cream crackers, keeping it all to herself, then moved over to the sofa to be with daddy. While eating, she asked, "Where are we going next?".
And my explanation of why this happened is, it began on Saturday, March 24. Kayrin woke up sniffling so we immediately shepherded her to her paediatrician's, where Kayrin insisted on no jab and no nose drop. Dr. Wong, ever patient, took out a diagram of the nose, mouth and ears, explaining that there are holes in the nose for the medicine to go in.
This, I think, prompted the little girl to want to `explore' her nose! After all, she's been playing with pebbles for months and months, since we had the fish pond installed in the little garden patch last year. Well, a little knowledge could be dangerous.
Thank God we could say that Kayrin recovered well. Though Shaw Feng figures he's now got a bit of a cold, something he caught when trying to suck out the pebble from Kayrin's nose.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Flab
I've banished all talk of confidence, especially after making my way to the gym yesterday and finding bulges all over when squeezing myself into a pair of exercise pants I had bought not long after having Kayrin.
I wish I could snap a picture and paste it next to one of the three computer screens I stare at 10 hours a day. That'd be a sure-fire way to stop me munching in times of dealing with bosses and conference calls.
Or I could be fired for indecent exposure.
I wish I could snap a picture and paste it next to one of the three computer screens I stare at 10 hours a day. That'd be a sure-fire way to stop me munching in times of dealing with bosses and conference calls.
Or I could be fired for indecent exposure.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Ironic
Being in the 30's can be quite fun most days. Being in my 30's means I have garnered the confidence to wear what I like, made enough money to allow some frivolous shopping and at the same time, realized that some `wants' can easily fade from my memory once the bags, shoes or clothes I deemed necessary are out of sight.
I've also turned milder, less inclined to want to fight for everything but taking it more seriously that I recycle, save water, keep the air clean. Because I'm leaving this world for people I love, including my darling Kayrin.
But wait. I've now also garnered enough insight into people and seen enough
to be paranoid over young giggly girls fawning all over, mmm, who else, the other half.
It gets pretty irritating because I know what it's like, having been there. Young ladies love having men pay them attention, even if the remarks are laced with sarcasm and sweet criticisms.
How can it be that a confident lady in her 30's go through such insecurities, I ask! Maddening, indeed.
May be it's because at 30's and beyond, no one hardly gives the ladies in this age category a second look. Men, on the other hand, garner more side glances when they're in their prime, the 30's.
For all the confidence I declare I have, may be I'm less sure about myself than I was in my 20's. How ironic.
No, that can't be! That isn't me. I will not let it go that way. With Kayrin and Shaw Feng, I'll celebrate life every day.
I've also turned milder, less inclined to want to fight for everything but taking it more seriously that I recycle, save water, keep the air clean. Because I'm leaving this world for people I love, including my darling Kayrin.
But wait. I've now also garnered enough insight into people and seen enough
to be paranoid over young giggly girls fawning all over, mmm, who else, the other half.
It gets pretty irritating because I know what it's like, having been there. Young ladies love having men pay them attention, even if the remarks are laced with sarcasm and sweet criticisms.
How can it be that a confident lady in her 30's go through such insecurities, I ask! Maddening, indeed.
May be it's because at 30's and beyond, no one hardly gives the ladies in this age category a second look. Men, on the other hand, garner more side glances when they're in their prime, the 30's.
For all the confidence I declare I have, may be I'm less sure about myself than I was in my 20's. How ironic.
No, that can't be! That isn't me. I will not let it go that way. With Kayrin and Shaw Feng, I'll celebrate life every day.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Show-House Tour
We spent Sunday morning checking out show houses in Bukit Jelutong and Denai Alam. Not truly a house-hunting trip. Kayrin loves looking at model homes, the kind encased in plastic and placed atop a table, with the roof peeled off. She simply likes staring at them. May be because they are toy-like?
For me, this trip was to exorcise the need to `upgrade' to a bigger home. As Shaw Feng pointed out, it's just the three of us + a maid, so not much of a need for a huge home. That, of course, brings me to the current need: To clean up the house and unpack the last of three boxes from our move from Singapore in March 2005! Well, guess if we aren't moving to a bigger house, we need to make space within our current one. That means I have to clear my wardrobe of lots of clothes too.
At least the current home is `mine, not yours or yours,' as Kayrin would loudly declare. It doesn't belong to any bank, for that I'm happy to say.
For me, this trip was to exorcise the need to `upgrade' to a bigger home. As Shaw Feng pointed out, it's just the three of us + a maid, so not much of a need for a huge home. That, of course, brings me to the current need: To clean up the house and unpack the last of three boxes from our move from Singapore in March 2005! Well, guess if we aren't moving to a bigger house, we need to make space within our current one. That means I have to clear my wardrobe of lots of clothes too.
At least the current home is `mine, not yours or yours,' as Kayrin would loudly declare. It doesn't belong to any bank, for that I'm happy to say.
Missing You, Woan
Dear Woan,
We still miss you a lot. Some days, the pain of not having you around is less but some days, like yesterday and the day before, when we placed flowers at Nilai, it hits us really bad that you're not around with us. But it's OK, Woan, we know you're in a better place, a happier place, a more beautiful one. A place we all want to be in one day. We miss you so.
We still miss you a lot. Some days, the pain of not having you around is less but some days, like yesterday and the day before, when we placed flowers at Nilai, it hits us really bad that you're not around with us. But it's OK, Woan, we know you're in a better place, a happier place, a more beautiful one. A place we all want to be in one day. We miss you so.
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