Health was Big Issue

Yesterday morning, I woke up having my left calf cramp suddenly after a normal little wake-up stretch, or rather, straightening of my legs. Luckily, the pain subsidized soon. I struggled for some time to decide whether which type of doctor should I visit – western or Chinese physician. Alas, I took the latter.

I was the third in queue, but before that, I was lectured by the cashier who told me that that was a charity organization and thus I should not have passed her a fifty dollars note for the four dollars registration fee but my wallet was already empty and there was nothing I could do.

The doctor said I was extremely “heaty” and that indeed I had flu. I went out quite soon to get my medicine, handing over the used empty bottle over to the pharmacist, who further nagged at me for not removing the previous label. Since more than ten years ago it was okay for them to paste new labels over the old ones and I was not sure of their new restriction, so much for disallowing recycling of the bottle months ago since the H1N1 outburst.

I went to report to work still after getting changed at home. Once I reached the office, I almost started to shiver under the air-conditioner and thus I had to move to an empty classroom again. It was in fact, too late, that my illness was already worsened before the shifting.

Lunch was together with Daniel, Dorothy, Jingkun and surprisingly, Chi Chiang. We went to West Coast hawker centre and I took chicken chop despite the “heatiness” inside my body. The meat was quite disappointing.

In the afternoon, I went to the lecture theatre for the briefing organized by the Fitness Department in regarding of the health improvement challenge. Actually, I was only interested in the results of the previous health screening. I was given a student trainer who could not escape my nose that he was a smoker. However, since he looked quite soft and nice, I did not want to make things difficult for him and thus, I did not say anything nor request for a change. The Polar watch loaned was quite interesting and I could not wait for my illness to be cured so that I could go for a jog using it.

I went for dinner with Mei Hoe. We went to the Clementi new shopping centre and decided to dine at Sakae Sushi. I did not feel good that Mei Hoe insisted to foot the bill again, saying that she was treating me as her god son. I did not want to owe anyone any favour no matter how close we were.

Anyway, she showed me her medical report, displaying the extreme low blood cells in her body to worsen my mood. She could have collapsed anytime. Worrying for anyone was the worst thing I would want to do after being drained off totally more than a month ago.

When I was reaching The Cathay’s Starbucks, I checked my phone and realized Andy had dropped me a message that he was not feeling well and thus would not be going down. Soon Siong and Stephen were already there and there was no sign of Mr John or Jeremy would come down, let alone to reply our emails. Seeing that I was weakened by the illness, both of them decided to call it a day soon.

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The Door Pull-up Bar

[Thursday, 14 December, 2006]

The pull-up bar at the first room

My elder brother bought a door pull-up bar for nearly $30. It was extendable and both sides had to be screwed into the frame of the door.

I was not sure how strong it was and I doubted the firmness of the wall.

It seemed to be able to maintain even my elder brother’s weight for now and it had also held me in the air for seventeen pull-ups but with great fears.

I must admit I am really a coward now because I cannot afford to fall even from that low height. Ever since after the operation, my left ankle has been failing me, or perhaps it is me who has been failing it. After a few volleyball games where I repeatedly strained it, I get so depressed of my recovery.

I made it home!

I was amazed that I could make it home in the end, but however, almost fully exhausted myself.

Ou Xiang had kindly dug out her barbecue equipments for me but due to my disabilities, I could not collect it from her. This dragged on and the owner of her current accommodation, her auntie, had been nagging at her; the problem was that she had to repack them back into the boxes, which was hell job.

I tried to seek help but to no avail. In the end I had to push myself down to collect the stuffs all by myself to avoid further harass of her by her auntie.

I tried to sleep as early as two o’clock in the morning but failed again, ending up with the four o’clock time smiling at me.

I told her I would call her before leaving my house but decided not to wake her up so early. I missed the stop eventually when my mind was multi-tasking. Anyway, I was not really sure where her house was but just walked back using my feeling.

It was just like a mountain and I had to climb up stairs after stairs. Finally, I saw her block number and was relieved. She took a few minutes to open the door and I saw to my terror.

The stuffs included one packet of charcoal, which was unused during her last barbecue. That was the heaviest bag of all. I left with the three big plastic bags in worries.

Ou Xiang’s flat

Down the slope

Stairs

And more stairs

The bus-stop home was far away. I had to climb down the stairs, taking rest at intervals. And when I was about to reach the Keng Seng road, bus 75 passed by right in front of me. In the end, I waited for more than twenty minutes in the haze where construction work site behind me caused greater harms.

Both my hands started to ache soon and my legs were weak. I struggled on eventually reached home with even my butts aching.

Chicken finally!

[Thursday, 19 October, 2006]

I finally took my first piece of chicken in the afternoon. I had not eaten any chicken since exactly a month ago after my operation. At night, I had chicken soup but I did not really like the taste.

It was not that I was crazy about chicken but eating fish everyday was really dull and sickening.

My mum and other aunties claimed that eating chicken would cause discharge on my wound and being so ignorant, I had to believe because it could be the truth.

Anyway, I took an egg on the second morning in the hospital, which caused my wondering if this “chicken thing” was medically proven.

I am now recovering well, able to walk like near normal, but still having problems with the stairs. This is getting too slow.

Scar

A closer look

My first step out

[Friday, 13 October, 2006]

Jielin asked me to join her and the other mad girls out some time ago but I never thought I could walk properly. I did not expect her to remember to call me again on the actual day which I had planned to get cracking with my websites. Since I noticed my leg was getting better, I agreed.

My mum cooked instant noodle (without egg again) for me so that I could leave anytime but it started to rain after that. Since I could not find my umbrella and did not want to bring a big one out, I waited near my door for the rain to stop.

In fact, I had trimmed my hair since quite long ago and waiting for just before my chalet to get it neat again, thus I looked terribly ugly. However, that did not stop me from going to crowded and trendy place such as orchard.

Jielin gave me another call and told me Cecilia was leaving soon and I grabbed a larger foldable one and left the house. Luckily, the rain had stopped.

I had some problems walking at first. I tried to walk fast and my left calf started to cramp a little. However, as I walked more, the pain seemed to vanish slowly; I supposed this was what the physiotherapist had told me about getting used to the pain.

My walking speed was not even half of my usual one before the operation. I realised by making larger step on my left leg, I could walk faster. However, the slopes made it difficult for me to walk. I hated any stare from passers-by but could not help it when I had to climb the two long flocks of stairs down unless I had to travel far to the other side of the entrance.

Since my left ankle still could not bend due to the calf, it was impossible for me to move the right leg first when I was climbing the stairs and I supposed it would take a very long time to fully recover.

I was really glad to reach Hereen since it was my first time going out alone without using crutches and without taking a cab.

I met them outside “Action City” shop. I started teasing Jielin for she looked like a bamboo in her sleeveless shirt and later kept asking whether she was sick a not.

Look at Kim’s finger…

After walking rounds and rounds, we moved on to Wisma. We got into the Topshop where I managed to get presents and caused another burn on my ATM card. The girls were really nice and interesting people. The fascinating part was when they asked Kim to wear a feminine shirt, she pointed middle finger immediately.

We moved on to the basement level, walked around for quite some time before we departed at the MRT station around evening time.

Revisit to SGH

[Monday, 09 October, 2006]

I went to the physiotherapist for the second time with my mum. I told her I had accidentally strained my calf two nights ago and she was quite stunned. It was all for the long disability that I wanted to witness the progress.

I did some cycling exercise there and each time I used strength, the left calf seemed like going to cramp. Then, I was taught a few more exercises with the thera-band. Luckily the session was less than ten bucks.

Next, we went to the Clinic “C” again. The waiting time was near an hour. I was delighted to see Doctor Tay again and Doctor Sebastian was just by his side. There was nothing much to say and they thought my condition was good. When Doctor Sebastian asked if there was any numbness, I felt around the wound and the skin was indeed totally numbed.

The next appointment is half a year later. By then I do not see any need to go back when I have totally recovered. Twenty-one bucks was too expensive. Perhaps, the reason to go back would be just to pay Doctor Tay a visit.

Slow recovery

As my mum changed the dressing for me again, there was discharge as usual after more than two weeks from the operated date.

I tried to test how well the progress of my recovery was and did a little hop which hurt my left calf so badly. Later, as I was getting up from the mattress, I forget about my injury and used my left leg to start off; there was a pull at the operated part again.

Otherwise, the blood clots are vanishing soon and there is no swell. My right foot can now exceed the left foot more than five centimetres while limping and that shows I can bend my left ankle more.

The speed of recovery is somehow too slow for a hyperactive man.

The haze and my poor health

[Saturday, 07 October, 2006]

The haze was so bad that when I woke up I felt uncomfortable. My eyes were tired and I started to cough a little. There was also irritation in my nose.

I went near the windows to see magnificent view of the haze. The buildings far away were blurred. There was also smell of smoke.

These days I was hiding at home to recuperate from my operation and yet the haze had been threatening me so much. I wondered what would happen if I was out there.

I had allergic nose. Save me!

Updates of Leg Condition

As my mum helped me to redress the wound before she went to sleep, there was still discharge as usually at the lower part of the wound and it was dried again. I intended not to dress the wound anymore to save money and also to air it, however my mum was afraid I might scratch the wound in my sleep.

There is less pain in the past three nights and thus I can doze off easier. Another good thing is that the swell has dispersed. The inner of the calf still hurts when I press the calf, which I hope it will be over soon.

My attempts to walk properly still fail. At least for now, my right foot can move forward and exceeds the left foot (operated leg) by around three centimetres. I believe as the tissues recover, I can bend my ankle more and walking will be easier.

A complaint letter

[Wednesday, 27 September, 2006]

Gilbert had rectified my language and contents of a letter written in rage; it had somehow demoralised me but definitely made me realise how incompetent I was. He prompted me with many questions and left the final editing to me.

In the end, I did not send it to the officials that I wished to complain to; I was quite lost.

The original letter:

I am writing this email to express a big displease and shame on the service of your hospital.

Last Wednesday, I had an operation done by Doctor Mathew George Sebastian from Clinic “C” and the description of the surgical procedures was “Excision of Left Lateral Gastrocnemius Haemangioma”.

My calf and foot on the operated leg are still swelling after a week and there are blood cots on both sides of the foot just above the heel, which are around four by two centimetres big. Another concern is the discharge on the lowest portion of the wound.

As I had an appointment with the Neuro-Surgery department at Clinic “E” today, after waiting for more than an hour as usual, I mentioned about the urgent problems to the doctor at room “6”. He told me to go to Clinic “C” and insist for a check-up immediately because the discharge might cause an infection.

My mum and I got very concern and we went to the treatment room (room 10) at Clinic “C” as instructed at around 1230h. The nurse inside, however, told us that Doctor Mathew was doing an operation at the moment. I requested for just any doctor or medical staff to inspect on my wound but this nurse claimed that only Doctor Mathew knew about my problems. She offered me to push my next appointment forward from two weeks later (091006) to next Monday (021006) or Tuesday (031006) but I declined.

I am sure you, a worthy and dedicated staff of the hospital, or even just a normal non-medical trained person would see the problems.

I wish to clarify my doubts.

1. Will the hospital bear full responsible if my wound gets infected or worsens?
2. Is your well-reputation hospital training staffs to say no to patient instead of finding a better solution?
3. Is the documentation done properly enough each time to maintain details of my problems/injuries so that other doctors can see to my problems?
4. Are all doctors in your hospital, other than Doctor Mathew, trained to treat problems with swelling, blood cots and discharge of wounds?
5. If Doctor Mathew leaves the working force of the hospital one day unfortunately, do I have to forsake my wound?

On my personal view, your staffs are pushing away responsibility. As Singapore is trying to promote our excellent medical treatment in Asia, this will act as opposition to the proposal.

Hereby, I wish to seek an explanation to my questions and hope that my future experience with your hospital will be better when your staffs are more enthusiastic.

The finalised letter:

Re: Dissatisfaction with SGH’s services and seeking resolution to my medical condition

Last Wednesday (200906), I had an operation done by Doctor Mathew George Sebastian from Clinic “C” and the description of the surgical procedures was “Excision of Left Lateral Gastrocnemius Haemangioma”.

My calf and foot on the operated leg are still swelling after a week and there are blood cots on both sides of the foot just above the heel, which are around four by two centimetres big. Another concern is the discharge on the lowest portion of the wound.

I had an appointment with the Neuro-Surgery department at Clinic “E” today, which concerned a separated health issue. I went into room “6” after waiting for more than an hour. The doctor knew about my recent operation and I took the chance to explain my worries about the development of my condition regarding the operation. He told me I had the right to go to Clinic “C” immediately and insist Doctor Mathew to do a check-up because the discharge might cause an infection.

Afterwards I went to the treatment room “10” at Clinic “C” as instructed at around 1230h. The nurse inside, however, told us that Doctor Mathew was doing an operation at the moment. I requested for any doctor or medical staff who could inspect my wound but the nurse claimed that only Doctor Mathew knew about my problems; even so I was sure any doctor currently on duty could easily inspect my wound, which would not take up much of their time. Instead, she offered to push my next appointment forward from two weeks later (091006) to next Monday (021006) or Tuesday (031006) but I declined as I needed at least an explanation to check on the seriousness of my condition and if it required immediate medical attention. I refused to leave at first and showed her my operated leg but she claimed that there was no dark area around the bandage and thus there should be no infection; she did not remove the bandage. She suggested me to go to a polyclinic or directly to the A&E department if I was worried, which I thought was very unprofessional to push me away. I was very disappointed and left the hospital.

I wish to clarify my doubts.

1. Will the hospital bear full responsibility if my wound gets infected or worsened since it is not treated on the spot?
2. Are my medical records ready and available so that other doctors could have seen to my problems?
3. Are there any other doctors in your hospital, other than Doctor Mathew, trained to treat problems with swelling, blood cots and discharge of wounds after operation?

From my point of view, your staffs were pushing away responsibility or perhaps they were not trained to provide simple immediate resolutions. As Singapore is trying to promote our excellent medical services in Asia, the service rendered to me seemed to be compromising the hospital’s reputation.

Hereby, I wish to seek an explanation to my problems and resolutions to my medical condition mentioned above. I hope that my future experience with your hospital will be a better one and would appreciate if u could contact me as soon as possible.