And the verdict, it's Pneumothorax, again.

Like before, it's the same lung.
Like before, I was poked twice by the doctor.
Like before, the needle was used on me (but the doctor's initial decision was to use a chest tube, thank goodness I didn't have to go through that).
Like before, I spent many hours at TTSH. (read: 0900-1830)
Like before, I have to go back to see the specialist.

Unlike before, my doctor wasn't all that cute, though still easy on the eyes.
Unlike before, the anaesthetic didn't quite work on the first jab, and so I actually felt pain when the needle was inserted in me.
Unlike before, I had a major diarrhoea going on today and I had to battle the pain both from my tummy and my chest. (and the doctor operating on me forbade me to clear my system before the operation for, quote "I need to monitor you and make sure you don't pass out in the toilet, just hold it for 15 minutes." And so he lied, for the operation took longer than that.)
Unlike before, the amount of air extracted was 780ml (previously: 480ml).
Unlike before, I still have a remaining of approximately 50ml of air left in me.
Unlike before, I was put on a drip. (and hell, I was jabbed thrice before the doctor found a suitable vein.)
Unlike before, I still feel some tightness in my chest.
Unlike before, my boy (although then he wasn't my boy yet) couldn't be with me today.
And unlike before, I had Orange by my side all those while, and that instantly brought my boy's presence very much felt. =)


My love --- 3 insertions,1 plastered, 1 exposed, 1 with tube.

What you get for moving around too much.