Month: August 2007

Yeah…I know, I am supposed to sleep. You doctors can screw me without any lubricants if you want to for not listening to you.

I’ve just discovered something really stupid. I know my wife is going to be pissed off when she gets the news of this postings from the subhumans (untermenschen as my kampung folks would say) who call her every now and then to tell her of my progress or regress. Anyway, you have to admit how stupid politicians can be.

Yes…this is about my wife and the other hand (and ass) kissing politicians.

Last night, when my BP was high, she was in Awana Kijal…on some political mission. I think she must have left at around 6.30pm and arrived past midnight because that was when she called Hana’s (my daughter) phone. She got home this evening at 8pm, only to leave again at 9.45pm for Pengerang, in Johor East.

At around fifteen minutes past midnight, she sent me an SMS saying she was in Nilai to pick another politician friend up, and told me she is sorry that she isn’t a good wife for leaving me alone at home. So I replied asking her to tell whoever that is driving to drive carefully. At 2.44am, she informed that she had just passed Ayer Keroh R&R because they were sleepy. That’s five hours since departure.

This 41 year old man driving alone would need another half an hour to make it to the jetty in Kuala Besut with that kind of duration if no stop at Gua Musang is made. In that time, I would have been able to check into a hotel in Dannok, at the Malaysian-Thai border of Bukit Kayu Hitam, and would be sleeping for 25 minutes at least; or I’d be fast asleep in Mersing by now while waiting for the first boat out to Tioman.

And my guess is, after lunch, she and her band of friends will be making their way back to KL.

Isn’t it absurd?

This absurdity should be included to the other absurd act of “sending off” or “welcoming back” the Prime Minister at the VVIP Terminal of KLIA. Hundreds will be there and the PM will not even look at you, won’t realise that you were there, and it’s business as usual for him. Yet hundreds of politicians will throng the terminal, not to see the PM off or welcoming him, but to do business networking there, talk cock and sing song.

They should really read this book by Edward De Bono:

How much is the house rent at that house I was looking at, again?

If condoms were sponsored, I wonder what flavours they would have. Hmm.

I had a good night’s sleep.

I woke up this morning feeling fine as usual.

I cuffed the Sphygomomanometer’s cuff around my arm, before I did anything else as usual.

136/101 pulse 101.

It shows that my systolic is getting lower..meaning the pressure of my heart when it beats is getting slower despite the high heart rate. But the pressure inside the blood vessels when the heart is at rest in between beats is high.

That is bad.

The doctor mentioned that the only solution to this is if I can find a solution to my problems within this next couple of months. If only I know when that can be. Only she has that solution now.

Guess I will just have to wait.

I got up this morning feeling fine, put on the sphygomomanometer’s cuff around my arm and happily pumped away.

141/96.

Bugger.

Killjoy!

What you are looking at is Major Captain Corporal Choy‘s Fusiform Aneurysm on his right cerebral.

It is a time bomb. There is also a warning leak detected in the area. 1/3 patients of this form of aneurysm die in their sleep.

Choy has been admitted into a medical center and I plan to visit him later in the evening after his Middle Cerebral Angiogram.

Take care, bro, and good luck.

Your Japanese Name Is…

Shino Takahashi

This is me trying to cheer myself up while I sit here alone…slipping between conscious and unconsciousness.

I must say this must be the best place to CHOW DOWN (pun intended).

At least if I die, I die laughing.

Start eating it with Bismillah

I woke up this morning slightly disorientated. My body feels like it has been hit by a truck. Emma Sams, to whom I relate my condition over YM quickly jested that this wouldn’t be the first time that I have felt like this. Back in 1996, I skydived in Taman Melawati and got hit by a truck…literally..in one of those bizarre things that could happen to a skydiver.

Anyway, despite a good night’s sleep courtesy of a tablet called Lexotan, and an additional tablet of PCM (Bakawali, don’t be angry with me if you think that would have contributed to me being overdosed with relaxant), I woke up to a blood pressure of 126/94 with a pulse of 76. Last night…well, let me talk about when I was with Mahal Ko when she attended a business meeting with me. She conducted herself very well during the meeting and am very proud of her. No interjections, nothing, and gave her opinions when asked for. Well, she’s a professional. Anyway, she helped me check my BP and it was down to 127/77. VERY NORMAL for a person of my age and I was happy thinking I had licked this hypertensive streak. Bakawali is right. I need my infusion of Mahal Ko on a daily basis. She calms me down.

The problem only began when I got home last night. To my wife, I know you are reading this and so I am going to write about this anyway. No thank you for your sarcasms and taunts, and yes, when I was inside the toilet I heard you were the one who said, “Ayah dah mati” to Farhan. Otherwise, Farhan himself could not have come out with such suggestive remarks. After all that was what you told Alim about his father when his father is still alive. And when you asked me to sleep on the floor, that was the greatest insult any wife could give to the husband.

Therefore, no thanks to you also, my wife, my blood pressure immediately shot up to 164/101, and after relaxing for 10 minutes, 152/100. I could not lift my chin up because I felt like my neck was going to break into two halves as I walked to get the Lexotan. I thought I wouldn’t need it, but I had to take it. After almost an hour, with no relief felt, I took PCM 250mg. Less than an hour later I was out cold.

Thus, this sleeping dog lay…on its own bed.