A Lot Had Happened [Part I: Surgery]

Been on hiatus for quite awhile, my last post was on July and it’s December now. A lot had happened for the past few months and man, is it not a tiring year? The first few months of the year would pass by pretty slow but when it hits the other half of the year, the time just flies super fast and it’s new year again.

So, what had happened? A lot.

1. Went back to Sydney for my graduation.

2. Had lumbar-slip-disc-something surgery.

3. Ramadhan, Syawal months

4. My sister’s wedding.

5. Vacation/business trip once in awhile.

Not going to talk about all of them in one post since it would take days to finish, if I’m not lazy. So I’m just going to update about my back surgery now.

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I can’t even remember the exact date I got the surgery done, but definitely after I got back from my graduation. Which was sometime at the end of June or early July and I had to decide to do the surgery the next day, right after we landed from our trip.

Well obviously I agreed. My legs been hurting so much and we just had two weeks trip in Sydney and 5 days in Kuala Lumpur. I couldn’t take the pain anymore and I just need that to go away.

I got admitted a day before the surgery, since my surgery would be at 7am sharp the next morning. But I came at 10pm during admittance day because I need to eat loads of food. YES, I NEEDED TO. You can’t predict when you are able to eat those delicious-non-hospital-ish-food anymore.

I woke up at 4am to clean myself up because my mom - she have had done more than 5 surgeries before - told me to take a long shower because you won’t be doing that for at least a week. A friend of mine recommended this too. (It’s definitely gross guys because after a week of surgery, you felt like oily-sweat all over but all you can do is brush your teeth, wash your face and just lap-lap your body. If not, the stitches would take longer time to dry.)

So after my long shower, I did my Subuh prayer and solat hajat, May Allah ease everything along the process and May Allah forgives my parents and me for our sins and whatever that makes me deserved this. Now to think of it, I should solat taubat as well because how can I be sure I can make it out alive? But Alhamdulillah I am well now.

Long story short, I survived.

However, I have to go to countless appointments, which I hope will come to an end (left with one appointment now I think wheeeeee) and my paranoia is still there because the doctor once mentioned that this lumbar spine injury that I had could come back if not taken care of seriously.

So since this is serious business, I prepared my questions of dos and don’ts after the surgery and my latest conversation with the doctor went like this.

Dr:       How are you Miss P? (He called me by my name though)

Me:      Definitely better than the last time I’ve been here.

Dr:       Oh that is great! So I think your condition blablabla…

Me:      *listening vicariously with cue nods every once in awhile*

Dr:       So do you have any questions?

Me:      *clear throats* So, what can I do and not do after this?

Dr:       You can do anything really that doesn’t involve heavy lifting, extreme sports (no netball or any sports for at least a year and he is being kind), don’t sit too much, walk around the house but not too much, you have to know your limit and take a rest.

Me:      Okaaay (I don’t actually get it)… So what is the limit weight that I can lift then?

He looked at me, almost laughing like somehow my question is probably ridiculous
but didn’t you say I need to take care of myself seriously?!

Dr:       I can’t say really because each person has different limits to them. But what is so heavy that you want to lift anyway?

Me:      Umm… You know things like… laundry basket maybe?

Dr:       …

Me:      Well not the empty one obviously hahaha

Dr:       …
Me:      … (Okay, I think he doesn’t know how much a week of a woman’s laundry could weigh).

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I don’t know if I am going to write the other parts soon or what but hey Peepnets, I’m alive and well now, Alhamdulillah. Finally back to blogging.

- Miss P -

In A Rush

Last week, my Aussie-mates planned to have breakfast together on next Thursday, which is yesterday. I did not forget our plan but I was not fit to drive on that day. Because long story short, I injured my back and left leg. The pain is super-excruciating and I’m not kidding.

Yesterday morning, while I was wallowing in bed, I texted my mates on our whatsApp group telling them that I would not be able to come. Being lovely as always, NJ offered to pick me up and she was already on her way. I am about to text her back that “it’s okay! Maybe next time insyaAllah” but then it’s breakfast guys! Food! Plus, it’s been awhile since we last met heeeee.

A bit late to realize, I have to be ready in like less than 30 minutes!

I smelled my hair; I’ll just wash you tomorrow since I just washed you yesterday.

I smelled my ketiak and Maaahhhnn, let’s hit the showers!

Note: I was in a rush guys but I do take showers everyday haha.

It took me about 10 minutes to walk out of the bathroom and checked my phone.

I’m outside *insert smiling with blush emoji* - NJ texted.

GAAAAHHH! 
Okay. Where’s my blouse?! Opened my luggage (I haven’t unpack my things yet) 
and grab any new blouse, cut-off the price tag and swoosh!

Now, pants, pants, pants.

Whoa! Why now leg cramps?! *cries*

Knock! Knock!

“Kaaa! Your friend is here!” Babu yelled.

“Yeah, in a minute!” I said.

Not really.

Wore my hijab in less than 3 minutes and thank Allah for crumpled shawl! I don’t need to iron these materials. Grabbed my purse, kick on my Air-Max and out I go, meeting my Aussie-mates having a loud with laughter breakfast.

It’s been awhile really chatting with these pretty souls. Told them about my injury, they told me about their life. One of my mates, AM noticed my blouse and said it was pretty. I didn’t realize that as I was in a rush this morning. Bought it because it was on Buy 1 Free 1 sale. I would not hesitate to say that this blouse is the free one.

Two hours passed and everyone had to leave. NJ sent me back home and I changed to my comfy clothes. As I hang my pretty blouse on my bathroom rail, I saw this...

YA ALLAH! I WENT OUT WITH THAT ATTACHED ON MY BLOUSE?

MY PRETTY BLOUSE???

I thought it was safe enough to cut the price tag! I was lucky that this was attached on the inside. Phew. Better check properly next time *wipes sweat*

- Miss P -

Down The Drain

Salam and hey Peepnets! I just got back from my family vacation trip to Kuala Lumpur (KL) last Wednesday and super tired from all the adventures. NOT! KL is like a third-home for me, so it was just like balik kampong. (Been contemplating with myself on this one because I still claim Sydney to be my second-home at heart #missingSydney).

I have a story to tell. A story that will make you feel stressed out on life like “why does this happen to meeeeeee?” kind of story. Sit back; relax, read on and this could happen to you too.

Well, you can also not read it.

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It’s 11 in the morning on a hot day. Babu called just now to make sure my sister and I are ready for our day. She did not tell us about her plan but as any other vacations, it has to be shopping. My family is not the type to go sightseeing and exploring the landscapes of the country kind of tourists but we usually just head-on to any Malls, Markets and Restaurants to indulge our needs.

“Since it’s almost lunch, why not we eat first and then we go jalan?”

Babu suggested, before “we go shopping for my sister’s wedding”. We all agreed, as we were super hungry as well.

Note: My breakfast this morning, a cup of Maggi, Butterscotch flavored bun, a durian crepe leftover from last night, my brother’s potato wedges and mineral water. Now, why am I hungry?

We ate lunch anyways. We had five types of Biryani, not a fan of this cuisine but WOW! They’re good!

image source: my Samsung Note II

I am half-full and I still can eat them like I had not eaten! (I have a humongous space in my tummy that I don’t know how all food can fit in there but it does. Not to mention, I have a protruding belly afterwards)

After lunch, we spent 9 hours of shopping including walking, wandering around the shops, traveling by monorails, going from stations to stations to get where we want to be. Since this trip consists of 7 people, we don’t fancy taxis because they can only fit 4 people, sheessh!

I didn’t realize it’s 8:37pm already when we waited for our bus ride back to the hotel and I am amazed that we did not have snacks in between! What an achievement for a forever-hungry family! We had drinks of course. If not, we might have died of dehydration especially in this weather! #drama

Arrived at the hotel approximately half-an-hour later and we went to our rooms for toilet break and whatnot. After that, zoomed off to a nearby restaurant for dinner, placed our orders and waited. And waited. And waited.

Sabar, sabar. Be patient. There are lots of customers. They must have been busy in the kitchen. I told myself.

An hour later, our food arrived. All checked except one more Nasi Ayam (Chicken Rice). Okay, so we ordered three Nasi Ayam. Grandpop took his plate already and left with only one.

“Nah, you have it first,” I offered to my sister.

“I can wait,” she said.

“No, I’m alright. I need to reply some texts anyway,” I insisted and started swiping my smartphone.

She shrugged off and took the plate.

You know in Islam, when you do good deeds, you gain pahala. Pahala is like you gain blessings from Allah and if you do more good things, you gain more pahala points and insyaAllah may we all be in Paradise. To put it simply:

• Good deeds = Pahala = Paradise
• Bad deeds = Dosa = Hellfire

So I practically wanted pahala the moment I offered my sister the meal. However, another hour past and all of them finished their meals. My Nasi Ayam is nowhere to be seen. Dad called the waiter and told him that my meal has not arrived yet. The waiter went back in and more times past, I thought my meal would be ready soon but he did not come back.

Dad was furious and called the waiter again. He went back in and came back to our table and said, “The Nasi Ayam has finished, would you like to order something else?”

At that point I wanted to punch him in the face, grabbed his shoulder, threw him on the ground and stomped on his belly and yelled, “after all this while, you should’ve said something!” and finished off by pouring a cup of water on his face.

Obviously I didn’t do that to the waiter. It’s not his fault. The cruel thing about a situation is that you didn’t know where things went wrong. It could be the waiter, the chef, the people around them, and the paper where they jot the orders down and so on.

I did not order anything else as I began to pack my things and walked out. I am mad and I don’t feel like talking to anyone. All I want is food, which I did not get. But after that point, then I realized… my pahala went away.

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So much for doing good deeds eh? I can’t help but laugh afterwards. All my effort of being nice just went down the drain.

What are your “down the drain” moments?

- Miss P -

"Obligatory" First Post.

Salam and Hi

Dear people of the Internet.

The people who live in the technology era, where gadgets tend to be smarter than themselves.

I am one of those people. Who aren’t? Well, my Grandmother is the only one I could think of. She hates Internet because it took the liveliness of the real world. But then she asked us to download dramas that she wants to watch and transfer them in her pen drive.

I don’t have any idea where she got that pen drive.

You can call me ‘P’.

I am:

•   Iron-Man (Fe-Male. You should sense that I am pretty lame).
•  A Muslim.
• 24 years old.
• Bruneian.

I live in:

• A well built concrete house.
• A beautiful country named Brunei Darussalam.

I love:

• My life.
• My family and friends (uh, cliché but don’t you? I mean you should love your OWN family and friends)
• To eat all kinds of food.
• Sleep.
• Reading.
• Traveling… and the lists go on and on.

I hate:

• Flying things except airplanes, kites, and probably Iron Man.
• Slow Internet connection (welcome to Brunei).
• Being jobless. Kidding! I enjoy living in the ‘jobless world’ but I think I’ve been here for quite awhile now. (I need money to feed my tummy!)

The reason to start on a blog… I can’t find any amazing reason but I think blogs are cool. I enjoy reading blogs i.e. other people’s life, and I find myself wanting to have one. I realize blogs can be your personal archive, well it depends on what type of entries you are doing but mine would be a personal-my-own-thoughts-and-everyday-random-events kind of entries, so yeah.

Is this post too long for my first entry? Nawwwhh who cares right? I can write 3,000 words post if I want to J

- Miss P -