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Monday, October 31, 2011
My Operation
I fail to recall the correct medical term used to refer to 'operation' in medical operating theatre. So, I just use the layman's term.
I went through a major operation when I was 9 years old, which was in 1979. It was for appendicitis, as told by the doctor. It was done in Hospital Batu Pahat, Johor about mid morning during weekday, month of February. I couldn't recall the exact date.
I suffered from an abnormal condition of appendicits (hmmm...) where the appendics is located in the centre of my stomach. Did suffer the pain for about 1 week, I was very weak, and as a matter of fact, had gone to doctor a few times and also a bomoh. So, one night, I had become very ill, and almost into coma state (I exxagerate). My parents sent me to Batu Pahat Hospital in the middle of the nite. The Hospital Attendant (I guess) gave me an injection and heard him saying, "If this injection makes this boy vomit, he will be warded". So, vomit I did.
In the early morning, I was sent to X Ray room, and the 'doctor' didn't find anything wrong with my stomach. After spending a few minutes in the ward, the doctor decided to get me to go for second x ray. Ok, another round, and with the same result. Nothing wrong was found. But, they decided they need to get me under the knife on emergency situation.
My parents were not in the hospital. They were at home, and they was no telephone line then in the kampungs. So, the hospital staff did something to track my parents, but I dont know how succesful were they. What I know was, I was wheeled to the operation theatre, I saw the big operation light above my head, of course I was lying on the operation bed.
I saw 1 hell big of injection syringe, and I was 'gone'
I woke up in the middle of the nite, and I felt pain in my stomach. My mother was sitting next to me. I spoke a little to my mother about my pain. Well, just for a few minutes. Then I dozed off again.
I spent two weeks in the hospital (that was my first round), and made friends with nurses and other boys. The ward 16, if I recall correctly housed patients like me, who were considered major illness. Nurses were good then, yeah, and I was still a small boy.
I went through a major operation when I was 9 years old, which was in 1979. It was for appendicitis, as told by the doctor. It was done in Hospital Batu Pahat, Johor about mid morning during weekday, month of February. I couldn't recall the exact date.
I suffered from an abnormal condition of appendicits (hmmm...) where the appendics is located in the centre of my stomach. Did suffer the pain for about 1 week, I was very weak, and as a matter of fact, had gone to doctor a few times and also a bomoh. So, one night, I had become very ill, and almost into coma state (I exxagerate). My parents sent me to Batu Pahat Hospital in the middle of the nite. The Hospital Attendant (I guess) gave me an injection and heard him saying, "If this injection makes this boy vomit, he will be warded". So, vomit I did.
In the early morning, I was sent to X Ray room, and the 'doctor' didn't find anything wrong with my stomach. After spending a few minutes in the ward, the doctor decided to get me to go for second x ray. Ok, another round, and with the same result. Nothing wrong was found. But, they decided they need to get me under the knife on emergency situation.
My parents were not in the hospital. They were at home, and they was no telephone line then in the kampungs. So, the hospital staff did something to track my parents, but I dont know how succesful were they. What I know was, I was wheeled to the operation theatre, I saw the big operation light above my head, of course I was lying on the operation bed.
I saw 1 hell big of injection syringe, and I was 'gone'
I woke up in the middle of the nite, and I felt pain in my stomach. My mother was sitting next to me. I spoke a little to my mother about my pain. Well, just for a few minutes. Then I dozed off again.
I spent two weeks in the hospital (that was my first round), and made friends with nurses and other boys. The ward 16, if I recall correctly housed patients like me, who were considered major illness. Nurses were good then, yeah, and I was still a small boy.
Friday, July 16, 2010
My Name is Azizan bin Mansor
My name is Azizan bin Mansor. At the time I start this blog, I am 40++ years young. I have another 40 years to go. This poorman's diary is meant to be my biography, later will be converted into a full fledge biography when time comes.
Poor Man's Diary is not about me being poor, but a title which I choose to reflect my humble being of human. Without any power except given by Allah the Almighty. I posses none.
This diary is a collection of my life experience and also part of my belief in leading life. I just don't care how long I will take this diary, but someday, it will be ready for publication.
Poor Man's Diary is not about me being poor, but a title which I choose to reflect my humble being of human. Without any power except given by Allah the Almighty. I posses none.
This diary is a collection of my life experience and also part of my belief in leading life. I just don't care how long I will take this diary, but someday, it will be ready for publication.
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