to hell (not quite) and back

coming home after spending five days in the hospital felt incredibly strange. all of a sudden i was surrounded by people who were constantly running around doing something. the television was on, the driver was bringing stuff in, mum and the maid were setting up the bed, my tailor (yes, i habe a tailor in the house) was inquiring about my health and helping the D unload the car. it was a big change from the quiet hospital room where everything was much more peaceful. coming home was, of all the things, confusing at first.

see, it all started with umm a minor pain the lower right side of my tummy that wouldn't go away. scans revealed that something was there. tests followed. medication given. scans done revealing that the medication hadn't worked. surgery date set. surgery performed. spent two days zoning in and out of consciousness. surprisingly it didn't hurt. and i got lots and lots of flowers.

mum decided to take photos of me before the surgery, while i was in my little frock and frilly surgery cap :P

i was laughing when i was rendered unconscious for the surgery, they were pouring this incredibly cold liquid down my back which was really really ticklish. post-surgery, the first thing i said, when they were trying to 'wake me up' was, can i use the bathroom?

after they had wheeled me out of the operation theatre, even though i couldn't open my eyes for long but holding bayl's hand and hearing her voice (other then of my family's of course) was one of the most comforting things ever.

she was the only friend allowed to visit on the first day. i later found out, she'd lost her way while trying to find the hospital and had walked a v.long distance in the afternoon sun trying to find the hospital. i really dont know how to thank you bayl, but your presence meant a lot to me.

what i consider as my achievements, post-operation: taking my first steps off the bed (even though i was supported by a nurse and mum on both sides and walked on my toes rather then putting my entire foot down), being able to walk (err... "hobble") on my own again, being able to use the bathroom without having someone watch over me, getting up from the bed without any help (previously, mum would bend down and ask me to hold on to her back, knowing very well that mum has arthritis in her lower spine, i would tell her that her back would crack into 2 pieces if i did that. it didn't)...

there is so much to write about. i do know for a fact that i wouldn't have done it without mum. not without mum. and the awesome nurses who came periodically to inject painkillers and antibiotics up my butt. i actually managed to read 2 books from the un-read section of my bookshelf.

i cant leave the house, or the bed or you-know-what-i-mean for 4-6 weeks. already started co-ordinating work (i am soo happy!) and im pretty excited about some of the stuff that i will be doing, despite the surgery and everything.

i dont know how to conclude this... umm.... thank u everyone who visited, prayed, gave me aweosme flowers, stood by the entire time. special mention to co-workers who bought a dozen donuts before surgery and bought another dozen donuts+ yummy juices + the-only-paulo-cohelo-book-i-didn't-have yesterday and thank you for covering up for me at work ;)

ps: i uploaded my review of Botal Gali