Hi guys!
So if you've been following me on my Instagram, you'd know that about a week ago I was admitted to a hospital. Basically what happened was, I had a severe bronchial asthma due to a chest infection that was probably from the dirty polluted air Malaysian is experiencing. As such, I (read: My doctor and mother) strongly advise you guys to wear a mask, even if it's just from your front door to your car..
Tbh though, I did have an asthma attack about a month back. It was so scary waking up in the middle of the night with breathing difficulties, however lucky for me, during the first attack I was able to control my asthma after excessively pumping steroids into my body through my inhaler.. The second time however, even after 20 minutes of trying, my body was simply not responding to the medication anymore. So off we went to the hospital's emergency room it was at 4.30AM.
Doctors decided to detain me as even after multiple nebulisers and an injection, my air passage still isn't fully cleared. After God 5 nebulisers in a day and three terrible peak flow readings, my doctor decided to detain me for another two days!
& Here I thought the only holiday I'd have in October would be that one day of public holiday...
During my entire stay at the hospital I had a few lovely visitors (you people who I consider as my close friends who did not even text me after liking my Instagram are so getting it from me fyi, do not say I did not warn you! I wouldn't hold a fork against you for not asking about me if you did not like that photo cause that'd mean you didn't know, but liking it and then not even a comment?!... Who does that -__-) as my "holiday companion", moderate quality hospital food as "local cuisine", and pushed around in a wheelchair as my "transportation".
When life give you lemons.. Teehehe
It was also my first time being admitted ever! So coooooooooool.
Anyways due to the seriousness of the attack (my heart was beating at a rate >160bpm and I turned into a Smurf for awhile as my body was not getting enough oxygen. Mother cooly said "You would've died" when I asked her what happens if my heart rate reaches its max, i.e approximately 190bpm.... Tengs), the doctors extended my "vacation" over the next week (SCORE!) but I was basically under house arrest.. (When I was in the ER, mother won't even let me talk...... BUT SHE KEPT ASKING ME QUESTIONS zzzzzzzz!)
So basically, I had a lot of freetime.
If you've ever been creepy enough and stalked me, you'd know that I am not one who can just sit still, heck, I even have to shake my leg before I sleep.. That's how much I literally cannot stay still.. So the whole cannot-go-out-cannot-go-up-and-down-the-stairs-just-rest thing is a very foreign concept to me. Plus, one can only sleep so much in a day and it's not like you can just sleep through the day cause you actually have to wake up every few hours and eat your meds... *pulls on hair, grrr!*
Let's just say, after a week of resting, I now have a super organised room and a clean (almost shiny I'd say) bathroom. Oh and I'm also updated on ALL my TV shows, including YouTube channels that I follow.
I should seriously start reading again. But Shah Rukh Khan is calling.
p/s: Regarding the friend thing, not that I actually crossed check who liked it and who didn't ask, but you know, just in case there is such a person.. you should feel very guilty.
