Monday, 26 May 2008

Away: I Badly Need a Massage...


Hey everyone,


Will be away till end of the week...In need of some rest and time-off...


A massage sounds good...In fact, I believe I said the same thing, say last year, and have yet to get one yet...

Now would be a good time (I said this for a year)...


Till then!



PS: Let's see if I get that massage...;)

Wednesday, 21 May 2008

Spare a Prayer: Of Little Naqib...



I was looking forward to today because I wanted to blog about the RDA here in Ipoh...After coming back to Ipoh and settling into the routine here, I contacted the Ipoh Turf Club to find out about volunteering with the RDA here, as a follow up with my Penang stint...


I also made plans to go to the hospital today for their weekly hydrotherapy session, and as is my 'hospital day' routine, I went in at around 7 am, for the Neonate Ward 'Top & Tail' and Feeding, and later popped over to the Pediatric Rehab to play with some kids or help the physiotherapist working there...


And in the end, I'm blogging about something else...



Today, I met little *Naqib, a bubbly and sweet 3-and-a-half year old, for the first time (it was his first appointment too), along with his mother and father.

When I first saw Naqib walking in, I thought, Eh, this boy looks like he doesn't have any problem...



That was until I saw him sit down and attempt to get up again, when I realised he looked a little 'weak'...Then mum and dad talked and I found out that this dear little boy was recently (a month ago) diagnosed with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, and in that instance, I felt my heart sink a little, and my good mood drop several notches...



I have worked with previous DMD kids, and sad as it is, these kids will eventually need a wheelchair, and many succumb to it early (according to Wikipedia, usually before the age of 30) too...


Somehow it's very painful to see a child who is so vibrant and active be diagnosed with something so virulent...When a child is born with it (any condition), it is already heart-wrenching...


Think about it from the point of the parents...It's like all of a sudden, with no warning, you suddenly get this blow...The child you had painstakingly raised, love and nurtured is suddenly facing a bleak future...


Dad talked about his son and why they first brought him to a doctor, and as the physiotherapist was testing Naqib's muscle strength, Naqib's dad said thing we all dread to hear: "The doctor said Naqib will be in a wheelchair by the time he's 10 or 12"...



I saw the mum (she's a teacher) break down...She was just too overwhelmed...



I was sitting opposite her with two other children on my lap, when I noticed that Naqib's mother was silently crying, so I put both children down and went up to her and held her hand...She just gripped my hand real hard, while I patted her back...

I tried to say something, but the minute I opened my mouth, I was already tearing up myself, so we just sat next to each other holding hands. I then yanked a stack of tissues from the dispenser, and by the time her husband had finished talking, she had used up the entire bunch...




I then heard Naqib's dad telling us that Naqib was the sweetest of his children (I think he has another 3 others, all older). He always thought of his siblings, and was the one who smiled the most...


Later, the physiotherapist lamented: "It's always the sweet ones who get problems".



In fact, before he left, I slipped two sweets into Naqib's hand, and he promptly offered me one in return *Awww*, before he 'salam-ed' me, and waved goodbye...




Many a times, many people ask me (especially the nurses and even the parents in the hospital...The doctors will always say: "Don't take up medicine!") why I didn't take up medicine...

My answer was always: "Not smart enough la, and not rich enough also la", punctuated with a broad grin from ear-to-ear...There are quite a few reasons, but that was my classic answer (less 'philosophical'), unless they questioned further...



Today I was reminded of another reason: I suck at giving bad news. I don't know how so many doctors (not all are like that) can tell their patients so matter-of-factly they are going to die. Just trying to tell Naqib's mother to be strong also, my eyes were already watering and my lips trembling, and I have never even met her before...



I know many people say I'm just an emotional fool (and a dramatic one), but it's ok...I'm glad I can still feel for another person, even if I often look like I cried through 10 screenings of Kuch Kuch Hota Hai...

To all of you reading this, spare Naqib and his family a prayer, will you?




Note*: Name has been changed...



Monday, 19 May 2008

Teacher, I Didn't Do It!...



Sorry I have been real bad in updating this blog...Have been real busy with a lot of stuff, like sending in (more) documents for my visa and accommodation in Canada, getting my vaccinations updated (Ouch!) and a whole lot of other stuff that doesn't sound as cool...Hehe...;)


Anyway, was chatting with mum, and we were laughing at all the cute stuff that kids say...Thought I'd share some of it with you today...




ONE:


Mum: "Jonathan, come here"...

Jonathan: "I didn't do it!!! Really!!!"




TWO:


Mum: "Siva, why did you take Puan Yati's purse?"

Siva: "I didn't take! Not me"...

Mum: "Then how come the purse is in your bag?"

Siva: "I don't know! Not me, teacher!"




THREE:


Mum: "Ahmad, did you climb the tree? I thought I told you you cannot climb trees in school?"

Ahmad: "Teacher, he also climb."

Mum: "I didn't ask about 'he'...I ask you whether you climb or not..."

Ahmad: "But, teacher, he also climb. Not me only."




FOUR:


I walked to my mum's class of 9 year-olds to collect her bags...I walked in, and:-


Class: "Wah..."

Smart aleck: "Teacher, that one your daughter ar?"

Mum: "My daughter is too old for you."




FIVE:


Class: "Teacher, how old are you?"

Mum: "I'm 90 years old."

Class: "Wah..."


The next day...


One pupil: "Teacher, my mummy said you cannot be 90 years old."

Mum: "Why not?"

Pupil: "Cos your hair still black."

Another pupil: "Can wan! My grandma is very old, her hair also black! She dye her hair..."




*Laughs*


Oh dear, kids say the funniest stuff, don't they? But they make our life a whole lot funnier, huh?


Until next time, guys!




*Note: Names have all been changed.


Monday, 12 May 2008

Can I Care For Another Chee Keong?




Chee Keong...





I went to the hospital today, and it was very nice to see the babies again...They were screaming and wailing away, but you can't get angry at a baby, they're just so cute!


I then popped over to the General Pediatric Ward to say hello to the nurses, and lying on the bed nearest to the door was one little Indian boy, with a tube down his nose, and who was noticeably alone...


Uh-Oh...


I remember this boy, *Vivegan...He was in-and-out of the hospital during the time when Chee Keong was in the hospital, but because I had my hands full with Chee Keong, I did not pay much attention to him...After all, I could not care for two babies at the same time, and so I concentrated on the first child I met...




And today, lying on the bed, with a bad cold, a fever, a tube down his nose, and no clothes, was Vivegan...

Gosh, it was so deja-vu'ish sitting there looking at him...That was how I met Chee Keong too, albeit a younger boy than Vivegan...



Vivegan was sweating away and all it needed was for someone to carry him to air his back, and to talk to him...


But I just sat there today looking at him, holding his chest...I didn't carry him...For one, he was sleeping, and secondly, I don't know if I can do it all over again...





I know I would grow to love this boy too, and the nurses they would too...In fact, one SN said to me: "Daph, jangan tengok dia tiap hari...Nanti mesti you sayang, then lepas tu, you mesti sakit hati bila you kena pergi Canada atau dia meninggal" (Daph, don't see him everyday. Because you will surely give your heart to him, and you will be heartbroken when it is time to leave for Canada, or if he passes on)...




But that boy needs someone to care for him...But I also know the nurse is right...


Can I do it? Should I do it? Because I know once I pick him up, there will be no turning back...I thought of seeing him every now and then, but would that help him? Or is that a way to help myself cushion the effect of having to say goodbye? So is that helping him, or me?



They say: It is better to have love and lost than to never have loved at all, right? But it doesn't make it any less painful...




*Note: Name has been changed...

Sunday, 11 May 2008

Happy Mother's Day!...




Picture stolen from
Lolcats 'n' Funny Pictures...





Happy Mother's Day to all mothers of the world, whether eight-legged, six-legged, four-legged, two-legged or no-legged! ;)


*Hugs* all around...



Thursday, 8 May 2008

Guess How Easy Is It To Lose Your Child???...



I have been back in Ipoh for about 2 weeks now, and since I got back, I've had a little more 'freedom', in the sense that I get to go out more often (yeah, normally with mum and dad)...


And I see quite some disturbing things while out...



I was in Tesco about a week ago, buying some groceries for mum when I chanced upon a trolley with a baby in it, and guess who was minding the child? His sister, who looked all of 4/5 years old...The cart was right in front of the cauliflowers, and the baby was crying...


I was in the midst of choosing some nice onions for my spaghetti when I heard this little girl trying to calm her brother down...



I turned around and asked her "Mama mana?"...

She pointed to the fish section...And there was mama, jostling with about another 10 people, for the freshest fish, while baby was screaming away...


I saw this little girl holding a bottle of half-drunk milk in her small hands, and it was obvious she had no idea what to do with it, so I took the milk bottle from her, and said "Kak dukung adik ya?"...

She nodded...



So I was there, feeding the baby, who was quite obviously hungry, and cold (you put the baby in front of the vegetable freezer with no blanket, what do you expect?)...




Anyway, baby finished his milk in a matter of minutes, and I put him back into the trolley, and went back to picking my onions, all the while watching the trolley out of the corner of my eye...I eve moved the trolley to the side so baby won't be freezing..


And I saw mama come back, so I left it as that...She didn't seem to notice her cart was about two metres away from where she left it...




The incident was completely forgotten until I was having coffee with Kerp the other day in Sunway Pyramid...A young mother comes in with her son (probably about 3), and proceeds to order her coffee and pastries...


Suddenly Kerp points behind me and says: "Hey, look"...


I turned around and oh dear, little boy is already outside and has gone on top of the stone-bannister overlooking the road (which has quite a drop on the other side), and beside him was a pot of plant, which didn't look all too stable...




So I got up and walked out and called the kid down, my hand outstretched...

Seriously, it isn't all that hard to get kids to follow you...All you have to do is give a simple command, and firmly...


He followed me, no fuss at all...




And we (Kerp and Me) handed him back to mum who did not realise her son was missing until I brought him back in...Thank God Kerpie was alert and saw the kid leaving...=)


Hmmm...



Guess how easy is it to lose your kid? Very easy...Children follow you, and I didn't even have a sweet to bribe them...



Now imagine if I was looking for a child to kidnap or hurt...


How easy would that be again?




Note: I've seen Caucasian and even Western-educated parents here in Malaysia (aiya, their crisp accent gives them away) who put a leash on their kids while in public areas...

These leashes are either around their child's wrist, or attached to their child's bags or clothes, and they actually do look darn cute! They come in the form of teddy bears (the leash is the 'tail'), lady bugs (the leash is the 'antenna') etc...I guess we should be taking a cue from them, no?


Thursday, 1 May 2008

When Ciggies Make Daphne Wheezy...


Ok...


I have a confession to make...I am highly allergic to cigarette smoke...

It is not something I usually go blowing to every person I meet, simply because I don't want to insult the person who is smoking, or forcing him/her to 'bow to my demands' just because I don't smoke...



I have always suspected I had a problem with cigarette smoke, but since I seem to be living in a world where I have perpetual allergic attacks (CT scan even showed chronic swelling of the tissues), I couldn't confirm 100%...

My doctors have given up, and they started me on this new drug daily, the very expensive Singulair, that comes at about RM 5 a tablet...They also started me on the nasal-spray Nasonex to help me breathe at night...

And about 2 weeks ago, I fell smack in the middle of some heavy cigarette smoke, and till today, my nose is clogged, my eyes are swollen, and my head is heavy...



The minute I caught the allergy coming, I used the more powerful nasal-spray 'Afrin', the drug that the doctor said specifically to use 'only when acute', because it is powerful and too-much of it can cause problems...But it was clear it was not powerful enough, because the drug only aided my breathing for about 2 hours (this in spite of me taking Actifed and Sudafed)...


Thank God the nose hasn't started bleeding yet...




Gosh! Does anybody know what else can be done? Anybody with a similar allergy?

Help! I can't sleep properly at night lar...So I am a little grumpy...


*Hrmph*