Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Being Free~

In the last two days.. my emotion has been way down and way up. LOL! I had thought to blog about something else.. but I guess, I shall wait for another month or so before spilling on 'that' issue. Huhuhu..

Last night.. while many Malaysians were waiting to watch the fireworks.. I was left awake wanting to finish a book entitle - "Lelaki Terakhir Menangis di Bumi" by Musa Nuwayri. If you asked me what the book is all about? My brief answer would be - the price of an 'Independence'. I know~ coincidentally :-p

The book started off by describing the author's early school life - as a teenager living in a boarding school and later how he came to the land of Jordon. The book then go on by 'telling' the readers of the efforts and struggles of Tangisan Syria Di Bumi Jordan (TSDBJ) movement. I used the word 'telling' because I had imagined someone was telling me stories the entire time as I was reading the book. 

Truth must be told.. when I reached page 38 of the book, my throat began to dry. On page 40, I could not hold back my tears anymore. Yup.. the book is not of a forbidden love story which could easily bring down tears but more of a journal portraying the true picture of what's happening to migrant of Syria in Jordan. Kids with no parents or sick parents working just to have enough, children with no shoes or proper clothing facing the cold winter nights, family living in tattered camps with very little food and water. :-(

All these refugees ever wanted is to be able to return to Syria where they belong. To be independent of the crime by the so-called ruling party which have chased these innocent lives away from their land. All they ever wanted are to live free again and having a home of their own. #supersad

The book also depicts the nature of some Arabs living there. I would not have imagined it in such a way the author has described. Simply heartbreaking. I am not going to put it here for you. You got to read it for yourself! Hihihi... There was also about the good Malaysian and the not so good ones but definitely MORE of the good Malaysian I must stressed it out here. It was so heartwarming to know that these Syrians wanted to see more of Malaysia just because of the effort led by the TSDBJ. 
I would recommend youngster to read the book. I personally am going to hunt for the book for my own keeping (since I borrowed this book for K Awin) as well as for my kids to read it one day. Hopefully my children would cherished more of what they have, always be grateful and care for others more. Amiin! I also pray to Allah to continue to bless the family of Musa Nuwayri and the team of TSDBJ and to make it easy for them in their effort to spread more good. I do felt a whole lot envy towards the team since they were the 'lucky' selected few who were making real life changes for the Ummah.. especially at their very young age... :-D

..and that we MALAYSIAN will truly be 'free' and prosper in the near future. Happy Merdeka Day! ;-) 

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Oh MC~

I never wanted MC this badly in my entire life! LOL! Tapi tak dapat

It all started last Monday. I had a slight fever. I thought it was the migraine. Although, I did have some reservation since usually, should migraine strike, I would lose either one of my eyesight first and never the pain located at the stretched of my forehead. I took a PCM and rest. The next morning, my temperature went up and my head felt like exploding. I took down two pills and another after 6 hours.. but nothing seems to work. I was like a walking zombie. Could hardly sat still nor stand..  

On Wednesday morning, I felt way much better. I went to work like normal, submit an application of 'unplanned leave' for Tuesday since I couldn't possibly drive to get an MC. At 3pm, I received a call from Tia's school, telling me that Tia had a high fever of 39.5 degree celcius. Upon reaching home that evening, things started to go all hay wire again. I began to tremble, feeling all warm but cold in the inside. The headache started to say Hello again. Oh yes, not to forget to mention that I vomited too. 

By 10pm, I felt so much better sleeping in a dark room - a locked down room by Yaby. Sweats started to come out and I thought 'Yeay, I am all good now'. I went to join the rest in the Master bedroom. Guess what? At 3am Tia woke up. Her fever was up again. My temperature was up too. We both had to take PCM. Not long after Tia had her medicine, she threw up. Kesian.

So this morning, I decided to do blood check-up. I really wanted to know what is wrong with both of us. Before I proceed, here's a disclaimer -  
I love Doctors. I have family members in this most honourable profession. I have met great Doctors, I seriously look up to all Doctors. I think they are a selfless human being who always put others before them. 
Now let's continue. :-D

I reached the clinic at a little pass 8am. Our number was quick too which was superb! Once entered, I told the doctor of our history and even stressed out that we had our PCM at 4am and we would like to do a blood test. The Doctor took our temperature and said out loud, "temperature normal ye". I found out that to be a little awkward as if the Doctor dismissed the idea that we could both be under the effect of PCM, hence, normal reading. Or maybe The Doctor didn't hear me. Anyhow, the Doctor took a piece of paper and said we could do a test for Tia. I said "can I have the same test too?". In my head just trying to get a piece of mind. Well.. you know.. when you just had a lot of fun at the river last weekend and the night before you were reading about leptospirosis and you found out that all the symptoms were spot on. Hihihi.. Adeh~  #ihadtoinsisttogetmybloodtested

Fast forward, we both got our blood results. Since I am no medical Doctors, I don't understand much of the abbreviation. 

As a penyibuk mother.. I need to know 'everything'. LOL! By that, I would ask a lot of questions (nicely) and that I would expect a good answers in return. Hihi! To this morning Doctor, you are a sweet and kind Doctor, and I really think you could improve your method when meeting with patients. I suggest you do like the many other Doctors who have actually started EDUCATING their patients not just merely INFORMING their patients. So when any patients asked, "Doctor, can you please tell me what that Hi and Lo indicate?" by telling us "it's normal.. it's normal" wouldn't work for most people especially mothers like me. Hihi.. Thank you Doctor for attending me!

You might think, "Alahai... normal laa for GH Doctors. Kesian mereka kena jumpa banyak patients. Mana sempat nak layan lebih-lebih". I agree! Totally! I didn't mean "layan lebih-lebih" but to consider some time to educate patients on the sickness or the medicine. I honestly pity all Doctors especially those in the Housemenship stage. Bertabahlah! So here's another disclaimer -
I have met wonderful Doctors at GH laa~ So caring, kind and passionate. May Allah bless those Doctors who are sincere in their works! Amiin. #love
Not so good Doctors are everywhere. My two worst experience with Doctors were in fact from the private Hospitals. Yesza! Adeh~ 

You see, being brought up by Ummi most of the time, I would say that all of us have higher pain threshold. "Kalau sakit, Selawat", was what Ummi used to tell us. Don't judge my Ummi. It's just that, money don't come easy for us and we would do everything to try not to go to clinic mostly because of the hassle. Alhamdulillah we survived.  Having said that, we siblings have stressed to Ummi super many times when she was about to go for Hajj, that even if she felt the slightest pain or tired, she should inform the officer at once. Kalau tak, tak nak kawan. LOL!

Back to the story, what happen was, it was in the middle of the night, I felt my chest cramping. It was hard for me to breath. I have been holding up for quite sometimes. We went to the emergency and was hoping to get a fair analysis. I guess, the Doctor thought I wasn't in 'much' pain. The Doctor dismissed me by telling me it was just a normal cramp because I have been coughing and prescribed me with Arcoxia. I knew something was not right still. I went to Uni clinic and requested an x-ray the next day. The Doctor then told me that I was with pneumonia. Alhamdulillah I received the right medication in time. If not, I might not be able to post this entry. 

The second worst experience was also at this same private Hospital. Sepatutnya once bitten twice shy kan.. but that time it was Tia who needed medical attention. This private Hospital was the closest to home you see. This Doctor, was the worst kind of all! The Doctor might have issues at that time.. but for not conversing with me (the patient's mother) or explaining anything to me.. was just too much! We followed a nurse around and at one point to my surprise I was given a prescription for Tia. Yes, I did mengamok at the Hospital. Sigh~ Turned out Tia got lung infections too from a different Clinic and not just normal flu like that lousy Doctor expected~

Told you bad Doctors are everywhere.  

So what about MC?~ well to this morning Doctor.. right now me and Tia are with fever again. I had the headache although not as bad. Not sure about Tia. The question now is, am I right to say that I should be given an MC today? Hehehe #peace

Friday, August 5, 2016

My Ummi~

So yesterday Ummi had left us all for Hajj. My feeling - kinda mixed up.

They say all mothers are special in their children's eyes. It is true.. to most.. including myself.

My Ummi, as far as I can remember, has always been the strong-willed and the most patient. She had raised us mostly on her own after we moved to Klang ever since I was in Standard 2. Daddy was working in Pahang at that time. Daddy chose to stay in Pahang since the work there has more over-time so that he had enough to pay for our schools and etc. I can never thank Ummi and Daddy enough for their sacrifices. Thank you Ummi and Daddy.

Speaking of sacrifices.. Ummi is simply best at that. One time, I remember.. after our dinner.. I was still hungry. Yes, I was growing (read: an eater). Ummi's routine had always been - to cook, prepare our food on the table, called us out and we ate. Most of the time, she would only eat after we finished. And usually of what's left. Although we siblings were constantly reminded by Ummi to 'remember of others' and to 'let others have their share too', I guess, that one time, I just want to eat. And so.. while Ummi was eating, I went to Ummi with that wishful eyes (oh... I was so bad). The moment Ummi suap me, my little sister and my little brother came rushing to join me. I saw Ummi was smiling the entire time while she fed her hungry 'sharks' as we were fighting to be the next. Adeh~ It was also at that moment, that I remember telling myself not to ngendeng Ummi's food ever again because the moment Ummi fed me, she didn't get any after that (dah habis baru menyesal). But I won't deny that should Ummi voluntarily called "Amy nak.." I would voluntarily came rushing towards her with my mouth wide open.. sebab best ooo makan bersuap. Plus, rezeki jangan ditolak. Ngahahaha! Thank you Ummi!

One of Ummi's favourite saying is "lebih baik susahkan seorang dari menyusahkan lebih ramai orang". And that 'seorang' is usually referring to herself. You see, one of my favourite pass time is to listen to stories of yesteryears. I have always viewed Ummi's stories in my head as an exciting adventure.. whether it was the story of climbing trees to find fruits or to look for besi buruk to be sold or to story of riding bicycles in the middle of the night.. they are so cool! When I asked my Atok of stories of Ummi or from Mak Long, Mak Ngah and Mak Su, or from her closest friends, I found out that much too often she would be saviour or the helper. Ummi would be the one who send food in the middle of the night for Atok Atan at a deserted Gurkha Camp.. Ummi would be the one who had to prepare all supplies for Atok Atan when Atok Atan 'worked' on people.. Ummi would be the one to console her friends.. and much more. Terbaik sangat Ummi!

If you realised, the intonation of this entry isn't a sad one. Well.. this is how Ummi would put it writing. In all her letters sent to me when I was away from home.. not once.. not even once the letter sounded melancholy. It was always happy and cheery like there was no problem in the world. So positive with energy. Ummi would talk about cats and how well I should eat and that I don't have to worry about home and to stay focus in my studies.. Even when 'that' incident occur (adeh.. mata masuk habuk), she could still put a strong happy face for me.. as if nothing has happened. My Ummi is just so good at making others happy.. and so good at keeping problems to herself... 

Oh I can really go on and on writing about Ummi.. but I guess, I shall keep those points.. maybe in other post. Hihi...

Thank you Ummi for always being there for me. You always have the right things to say and when I needed the most. Whenever I am in doubt, you would make me certain of my decisions. Thank you Ummi! I love ya! 

Ummi, selamat mengerjakan ibadat haji. Semoga diberi kesihatan yang sempurna sepanjang di sana. Moga beroleh Haji Mabrur. Amiin! We all miss you already. Ada rezeki kita jumpa lagi. 

4th August KT02