It's not a fracture

I’m at home for 3 days, no need to go to work!! Woot woot woot woot!!

Not having to go to work is heaven. Not having to go to work that I so fucking hate is super duper ecstasy! I am so elated!

I had my 1st day off today. It was a marvellous day! I spent most of the day doing UPSR questions until I had writer’s block at day’s end. So this is how life would be if I quit my job on Friday. It’s good that I had an opportunity to sample beforehand what kinda life I will be having before I make my decision.

But for now, let’s celebrate the joy of having not 1, not 2, but 3 days off! If inclusive of the day I went for the check-up, it would be 4 days!

The stupid thing was I didn’t even realise that the doctor had given me MC for the week. Initially he said that I would have to take about 2 weeks off if it was a fracture, but since it wasn’t, I wasn’t expecting any. Timmy asked twice how many days off I had, and I decided to look at the MC. And Woot! Woot! Woot! Holy crap!

That is why I always say that Timmy is tai saek! Else I would have assholically gone to work!

But getting that MC wasn’t easy. I had to fall first and land right on my back. Going to Pantai for a check-up wasn’t fun. I have a problem going to hospitals and going alone didn’t help. It further didn’t help that as soon as I entered the place, there was a rumah mayat sign and the word mortuary underneath it. If you have been to one, this word will touch a nerve each time you see it.

The Pantai ordeal
1. Called HR for the guarantee letter and waited for them to fax it over. Got it and waited to see the orthopaedic.

2. Saw the orthopaedic. Directed to get an x-ray done.

3. X-ray done and back to waiting to see the orthopaedic for diagnosis. Heart thumping.

4. A fracture is seen in some bone. Directed to get a CT scan done. Out of the orthopaedic’s room, started to feel sad at the mention of the word ‘fracture’. Looked around and suddenly felt so lonely sitting at the medical centre with a fracture. And it suddenly occurred to me that a CT scan is serious; I only hear it in medical soaps. I asked the medical assistant how is it like, and that fool said ‘scan kepala’. I started to realise the severity of my case, and then I realised that the ‘scan kepala’ is a CAT scan! Stupid, can’t even differentiate between a CT scan and a CAT scan despite working in a hospital.

5. CT scan done. Back to waiting for the orthopaedic’s diagnosis. Heart thumping.

6. Good news: No fracture! Bad news: Had to be referred to the gynae for further examination since there is no fracture.

7. Wait to see the gynae. Heart thumping.

8. Gynae check. You don’t want to know how. Feels so stupid. It is the only reason that holds me up from becoming a mother (other than the fact that I am not married). But at least I know from the scan that my ‘insides’ are fine. Nothing abnormal is detected and I am relieved and free to go!

9. Wait for HR to fax the 2nd guarantee letter. Due to the stupidity of PM Care who did not inform my HR, I waited for more than an hour. If HR didn’t happen to see Pantai’s fax at the fax machine, I would have turned mouldy there.

Total time spent: 5.5 hours, from 9.30am-3pm. The wait made me think I was at a government clinic and reminded me of UPM’s clinic.
Total parking fees (yes, they do charge parking fees): RM5 (maximum charge)

Verdict: Having to go through the CT scan was scary cos the machine was so huge, the room was freezing, I was shivering as I laid there and the radiographer said that the radiation level is very high. I actually felt waves running down my legs. I don’t ever want to go there again but I have to come back next week for a follow-up. Hope all’s well and I don’t wanna step in there anymore. Baby plans have been put on hold for now. I did not foresee the paediatrician, obstetrician and gynae part and the part where kids wail at the medical centre. I had only seen the cute parts in Nigel, Nelson and little Nikes. Hopefully in a couple of years, surrogate mums would be the new in-thing.

For now, I have 2 days more and Saturday and Sunday! How beautiful can life get?? How exhilirating can it be to not go to work??

Omg, I can't stop going on and on about it!