Because my Grandfather's tribute was more important than any other matters, I procrastinated blogging about the events that happened before and after his passing.

On 12 June, NJ4 brought me to catch a local A Capella group by the name of Budak Pantai. This group have a set of really great vocals and they were funny like crazy!


At the price of $12/pax, we were each entitled to a packet of chips and drinks of our choice, and we had to redeem those little goodies with the cowpons (yes, you read that right) issued to us!



Fantastic group! They will be doing a concert in due time, and we will most probably go for it provided NJ4 is in Singapore then.

After that, we went to my playground, Mustafa. It was where I stocked up on all my bars. I got home and received the news regarding my Grandfather and it was most probably because my heart raced like crazy that triggered my 3rd Pneumothorax attack.

Little did I expect this round's attack to be so serious that I had to be hospitalised. Damn. I honestly felt like a pig in the hospital. All I did was eat, sleep, take medicine, go for x-rays, eat, sleep, take medicine, got for x-rays, and yes, you get the drift.

My first hospital meal was dinner, at 5.30pm. Freaking early!



I almost died at the sight of the rice mountain, but luckily NJ4 was there to do the task of vacuuming those little grains for me!

I thank my boyfriend, my girlfriends, my brothers and sister-in-law for coming by to keep me company. ♥

The night was terrible when the nurses kept waking me up to take my blood pressure and give me my medication. Got woken up at 6am to go for my chest x-ray as well. Aren't patients supposed to rest? -_-


Breakfast looked like a meal fit for 2 people to consume! I only managed to get an "after" picture because my handphone got cranky and did not register the "before" pictures.

3 hours later, lunch came. How to eat when I'm still stuffed from breakfast? I swear that hospitals have the craziest feeding time, ever!


Rice again! =X And it was NJ4 to the rescue once again! I felt bad about wasting the rice if NJ4 can't be there to help me, so I told the nurse to exclude rice in my following meals. She made arrangements and told me that my meals have been changed from Chinese food to Western food. That made me really excited and looking forward to dinner, but when dinner came...



Replacing rice with porridge is essentially the same thing to me. And they cancelled my Western meal order. -_- Most probably because they had to follow the day's meal plans, which mine was initially Chinese food. And so the porridge went back to them as it came. =X

Night routine was exactly the same as the previous night.

My meals for Day 3 was the best! WESTERN!


Breakfast was so delicious that I could not stop, and I was almost on the verge of explosion when I was done.


My greatest achievement of all the meals!


After breakfast, I was so pleased that my lovely parents dropped by before heading to my Grandfather's wake. But they landed me into something that I was not and still am not too happy about. The only consolation is that I still have a choice though.


And my last meal in the hospital before I was discharged was another Western meal. But because I ate like a cow for breakfast, I couldn't stomach my lunch. Did a little nibbling for over an hour and my vacuum machine came to my rescue again! =D

This Friday calls for a CT scan, followed by an appointment with the lung specialist on Monday. I hope something can be done, lest I get my 4th attack and have the Doctors stick a chest tube in me. Gross!

And so I ask myself everyday, "Why am I putting myself through this, I must be crazy, crazily crazy."

Sadly, I still do not have an answer. 2004 - present. Case closed. NOT.