Highlight No. 1

It is honestly the most painful and horrifying and at the same time most memorable experience I ever had in my entire 18 years of life. Dengue. Spent 5 days in the hospital with having to take blood every six hours or so. But my first night in the hospital was almost as hell. There's this houseman punjabi doctor on call and he was the only doctor there in the ward. He had to take my blood test again just after like 15 minutes ago, I took another blood test. Seriously! He had big hands and was struggling to find my vein. After 5 attempts of poking and no blood coming out into the syringe, me squeaking on the verge of crying, my brother and mum's tense reaction, he finally agreed to take my blood from my hand instead from my arm. Imagine a mini knife stabbing your arm. That's how it was. 
          It all started with fever. Up and down. Until it got too long to be in my body so mum finally decided to send me to the clinic to take blood test. That result came out showing my platelet counts less than 150 000 (mine was: 110 000). So doctor said to come again the next day to see whether it increases or decreases. If it decreases, I'm going into the hospital. And well, obviously it decreased, to 77 000! So that Friday evening, I was admitted into the hospital. The IV tube insertion wasn't painful as many who experienced it described. It was very quick and I only felt a prick. Unlike the intensive blood tests during those 5 days. I came out looking like a drug addict who has blue-black marks on the arm. (That was what my good friend told me when she saw me in tuition)

          

            I feel so proud looking at this picture. Haha!
Besides all the physical stuff, I thank God for allowing me to be in the hospital. For the first time in all my remembrance, my dad stayed back during lunch hour to feed me cause I was too weak to eat myself and mum went back home to rest and do a few chores. I also got to observe the housemen and Medical Officers and the specialists work cause I, myself will one day have to work like them. Walking all the time from bed to bed, writing down observations based on the patient's conditions and kena scolding from your supervisor medical officer for giving your firm opinion. Yeah... Am I ready for that? At this moment, no. I am not. But if it's God's will for me to continue my studies in the medical field, then He will prepare me in every aspect: physically, emotionally and mentally. 
            This is the highlight of my life for the past 2 months since I've blogged. There is another highlight though. Will blog about it later. That one is so far the most amazing discovery of my 18 years of life. Just in 1 sentence: I have found another human being whose race is exactly like mine and my bro: Dad's a Myanmarese and Mum's a Chinese. Plus, he's a Christian too! XD