Tara has been getting on-off fevers since last week. Sent her to my mum's place for 2 days. She went back to day care for one day and came back with a fever again at night.
And on Monday, the fever came back again, a low grade one though. Mum had to come to my place to take care of Tara since my little baby nephew also caught a fever and admitted to hospital over the weekend and she didn't want them to be near each other. Fortunately my sis is still on maternity leave and can look after her baby prince.
And since yesterday, the fever just kept shooting sky high, was 39 when i was at work and 40 at 1am last night. I gave her bufen before I zonked off. Little girl woke me up at 6am in the morning asking for med, saying she was very uncomfortable and asked to be sponged. Wow, imagine that, she asked to be sponged and fed her med! I kind of felt I'm not doing my job, you know. Her temperature was at 40.2 despite the bufen so I sponged her for 40 mins till the temp went below 38.5. Then I tried to catch a bit more sleep before I go to work.
Something that got me really worried was her actions. I will expect her to be lethargic and drowsy when I wake her up for med, but this little girl, actually start talking, in a tired-but-trying-to-be-alert way and saying a lot of things that actually make sense. Kind of scary.
Just hope her fever goes away soon. I'm not usually a pantang person but sometimes I just have to admit it's better to keep my mouth shut. Just last week before Tara had her fever, I spoke to my manager about her and saying Tara is okay in day care already, seldom fall sick and see what happens? Me and my big mouth...
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Batch Freeze: Spaghetti Bolognaise
I'm supposed to cook this for dinner last night, but Tara fell ill and we had to bring her to doc, thus we ate out while waiting for doc to open for the night.
Foresee a busy week ahead and many days of OT so I still went ahead and cook the spaghetti and bolognaise sauce, so that the guy and the princess still get their home-cooked dinner even though I'm still slogging in the office.
Was 10pm when I'm done cooking. Tired but satisfied to see food in the fridge.
Foresee a busy week ahead and many days of OT so I still went ahead and cook the spaghetti and bolognaise sauce, so that the guy and the princess still get their home-cooked dinner even though I'm still slogging in the office.
Was 10pm when I'm done cooking. Tired but satisfied to see food in the fridge.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Defective already
Someone commented that to me some time back, that I'm defective. I have scars all over, a crooked right arm, frequent migraine, constant aches and pains. Even I have to agree that I'm defective already.
Bob said I'm a 29 year old trapped in a 50 year old body. Guess I'm sedentary all these while so my body aged faster than it's supposed to be?
Like now, my both arms are aching badly. And they always ache once every 2 months. It's really frustrating. I can't do tedious housework, they will ache. I can't wring a wet cloth more than 10 times, they will ache. And this time, I actually did a human sarong thingy with Jayden, and my arms ache. It's crazy!
Now, I have to sleep with like 10 plasters on each arm and pills to knock me out. Even the old folks are not as bad as me. I can't lift my arms above my head or the ache will get really bad, so just now, I even had to get Bob to wash my hair for me.
I can deal with pain, but ache is something I can't handle. The last spring cleaning I did before Chinese New Year was the worse. I can't move both arms after that and when I woke up in the middle of the night, moved my arm an inch, the ache just shot through both my arms and I remembered I actually cried to sleep. How bad is that??
I guess I really have to try and lead a healthy lifestyle, and exercise more. If not by the time I'm 50, I have to use a walking stick. And that's really pathetic lor. Defective.
Bob said I'm a 29 year old trapped in a 50 year old body. Guess I'm sedentary all these while so my body aged faster than it's supposed to be?
Like now, my both arms are aching badly. And they always ache once every 2 months. It's really frustrating. I can't do tedious housework, they will ache. I can't wring a wet cloth more than 10 times, they will ache. And this time, I actually did a human sarong thingy with Jayden, and my arms ache. It's crazy!
Now, I have to sleep with like 10 plasters on each arm and pills to knock me out. Even the old folks are not as bad as me. I can't lift my arms above my head or the ache will get really bad, so just now, I even had to get Bob to wash my hair for me.
I can deal with pain, but ache is something I can't handle. The last spring cleaning I did before Chinese New Year was the worse. I can't move both arms after that and when I woke up in the middle of the night, moved my arm an inch, the ache just shot through both my arms and I remembered I actually cried to sleep. How bad is that??
I guess I really have to try and lead a healthy lifestyle, and exercise more. If not by the time I'm 50, I have to use a walking stick. And that's really pathetic lor. Defective.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Teacher's Day Gifts
The gifts were a day late. I thought of doing up the gifts a week before but I didn't expect to end up in the hospital. Even though my sis already brought up this subject early August, being the major procrastinator, I always waited till the last minute to do anything.
I was discharged on the weekend prior to Teacher's day, and Tara's day care was closed on the day itself thus she was only able to give her gifts one day after T day. Last year, I bought flowers for all the other teachers and helpers and even made gifts for her Ah Yis but this year, I cut short everything and only made gifts for her own teachers, 3 of them.
This year, I made memo boards bought from Daiso. Okay, actually both Tara and I made the gifts but I did the major part of it. She only painted parts of the frame, made the tags, with her own handwritten note. She was involved more last year since I was more well-prepared. Ah well.
Pictures here:
Haven't scrapped for ages, so didn't have no mojo to do these. So there, something simple for the teachers to use. Hope they like it.
And I bought kraft paper from the provision shop downstairs to wrap the gifts.
And they look like parcels. I never liked to buy pretty wrapping papers to wrap up the gifts I've made because I just like the minimalist and rugged feel. For smaller gifts, I even bought clear bags to contain them, making no effort to conceal the gifts in layers of papers because the papers that I use to make the gifts are pretty enough and there's no reason to hide them.
Tara's handwritten notes. I think only she can make out what she wrote.
I had to help her with the chinese one, since she has yet to learn to write chinese.
I was discharged on the weekend prior to Teacher's day, and Tara's day care was closed on the day itself thus she was only able to give her gifts one day after T day. Last year, I bought flowers for all the other teachers and helpers and even made gifts for her Ah Yis but this year, I cut short everything and only made gifts for her own teachers, 3 of them.
This year, I made memo boards bought from Daiso. Okay, actually both Tara and I made the gifts but I did the major part of it. She only painted parts of the frame, made the tags, with her own handwritten note. She was involved more last year since I was more well-prepared. Ah well.
Pictures here:
Haven't scrapped for ages, so didn't have no mojo to do these. So there, something simple for the teachers to use. Hope they like it.
And I bought kraft paper from the provision shop downstairs to wrap the gifts.
And they look like parcels. I never liked to buy pretty wrapping papers to wrap up the gifts I've made because I just like the minimalist and rugged feel. For smaller gifts, I even bought clear bags to contain them, making no effort to conceal the gifts in layers of papers because the papers that I use to make the gifts are pretty enough and there's no reason to hide them.
Tara's handwritten notes. I think only she can make out what she wrote.
I had to help her with the chinese one, since she has yet to learn to write chinese.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Tara's Crocs and Reasoning
I totally give up on Colettee. Just cannot make it! Within a few days after my post on shoes for Tara, I went to Colettee and bought her a pair of mary janes. I was skeptical that it will last, but I was crossing my fingers maybe it will last like 3 months at least, until I get a better pair. Boy, was I wrong! The shoes last only 1 miserable month! The stitches broke and one of the shoe got a gaping hole now. And she don't even wear it that often, only on outings and a couple of times, to school. I'm totally giving up on Colettee. Unless I need disposable shoes.
So I had to shop for shoes again. Last night, we trotted off to Vivo for dinner and to get a new pair of shoes for Tara. I decided I'm still going for Crocs. Durable and odor-free. We got 2 pairs for Tara from our Hong Kong trip last Dec and they still in good condition now, except that she's growing out of it very soon.
Little girl wanted the Disney versions but I find the prints a little too cheapo so I steered her towards the mary janes side. She was easy to please and promtly chose a fushcia one. Tried and bought a slightly larger size, so it will last her quite a while.
Crocs fuschia mary janes with old charms.
While we were at the cashier, she saw the wide array of charms on display and asked Daddy for it. The way Tara tried to reason with Bob was hilarious! The little girl trying hard to convince her Daddy that her new Crocs must have new charms and Daddy kept giving a curt no. He don't see the need to get new charms since she can use those old charms from her old Crocs and he told her that. Tara refused to give up and kept reasoning some more, saying the Princess ones are nice, she want them and it will go with her shoes blah blah blah. Even the staff there was amused by how adamant Tara was.
Bob still refused to get it for her. Citing reasons like waste of money, not necessary etc. I told him his little girl might grow up to be a salesperson some day, since she was like making a sales pitch when asking for the charms. I gave in actually, and asked Bob if he's okay that I buy for her instead, but still, he said no. We do have this understanding that when we said no to Tara, we don't give in. So, I had to give up too. Anyway, Tara knew she lost the fight and just trailed along with us when we walked out of the shop. She's didn't bawl or sulk though. And I'm really glad on that.
So far, I never had to deal much with her tantrums when she don't get buy the things she want. I guess she understand that crying for things is useless, because Bob and I will never give in. So she tried to reason nowadays and it's really cute to watch. I guess once a while I do have to give in, or it might be just too harsh for the little girl, always hearing nothing but NO.
By the way, I just threw out a pair of running shoes I bought from Kiddy Palace. She still can wear them but the smell on her feet when she took the shoes off was "FWAH!!". Tara herself can't take the smell. It was so bad we can smell it a distance away. Even 2 washes can't take that smell off so I had to do something about it. I gave her a dettol feet spa!
And she enjoyed it a lot. And the smell eventually came off.
So I had to shop for shoes again. Last night, we trotted off to Vivo for dinner and to get a new pair of shoes for Tara. I decided I'm still going for Crocs. Durable and odor-free. We got 2 pairs for Tara from our Hong Kong trip last Dec and they still in good condition now, except that she's growing out of it very soon.
Little girl wanted the Disney versions but I find the prints a little too cheapo so I steered her towards the mary janes side. She was easy to please and promtly chose a fushcia one. Tried and bought a slightly larger size, so it will last her quite a while.
Crocs fuschia mary janes with old charms.
While we were at the cashier, she saw the wide array of charms on display and asked Daddy for it. The way Tara tried to reason with Bob was hilarious! The little girl trying hard to convince her Daddy that her new Crocs must have new charms and Daddy kept giving a curt no. He don't see the need to get new charms since she can use those old charms from her old Crocs and he told her that. Tara refused to give up and kept reasoning some more, saying the Princess ones are nice, she want them and it will go with her shoes blah blah blah. Even the staff there was amused by how adamant Tara was.
Bob still refused to get it for her. Citing reasons like waste of money, not necessary etc. I told him his little girl might grow up to be a salesperson some day, since she was like making a sales pitch when asking for the charms. I gave in actually, and asked Bob if he's okay that I buy for her instead, but still, he said no. We do have this understanding that when we said no to Tara, we don't give in. So, I had to give up too. Anyway, Tara knew she lost the fight and just trailed along with us when we walked out of the shop. She's didn't bawl or sulk though. And I'm really glad on that.
So far, I never had to deal much with her tantrums when she don't get buy the things she want. I guess she understand that crying for things is useless, because Bob and I will never give in. So she tried to reason nowadays and it's really cute to watch. I guess once a while I do have to give in, or it might be just too harsh for the little girl, always hearing nothing but NO.
By the way, I just threw out a pair of running shoes I bought from Kiddy Palace. She still can wear them but the smell on her feet when she took the shoes off was "FWAH!!". Tara herself can't take the smell. It was so bad we can smell it a distance away. Even 2 washes can't take that smell off so I had to do something about it. I gave her a dettol feet spa!
And she enjoyed it a lot. And the smell eventually came off.
Monday, September 08, 2008
4 days 3 nights stay at SGH
SGH = Singapore General Hospital.
Yep, was hospitalised for 4 days last month. Had really bad rashes and swelling lymph nodes after my 3-day fever. Went back to the doc when I saw how swollen my groin was. He gave me anti-biotics and told me to go home and monitor.
Woke up the next morning to find rashes and swells got worse. Doc gave me 2 choices, either to take blood test or to go to the hospital. I chose to go hospital to have everything done together. Kind of no point taking test and getting admitted after that. I actually ask to delay the admission as I had to attend a food tasting session for my bro's upcoming wedding dinner that night. Called up bro to check if I can be excused and he said might as well, since the rashes so bad and I also didn't want to scare anyone.
Bob drove me straight to SGH. Even though it was a direct admission, I was still kept waited for 3 hours. The last 1.5 hour by myself as the guy had to go back to work. Waited at the ER by myself. While everyone has some relative inside the ER, I'm the only sitting by myself waiting for my bed to be ready. The aunties sitting beside gawked when I was put on a wheelchair, strapped with patient tag and pushed away. I guess nobody was expecting me to be the patient.
I'm not one to be confined so staying 4 days there was pretty torturous to me. I'm just glad that the medicine I took 3 times a day got me groggy and sleeping most times. My doctor was a professor, but he always came with 3 other doctors who did the checks.
One of them stressed me out the most. She's a lady doctor from Malaysia, can see that she just graduated not long ago. She came by one morning to take my blood for tests. Tried 2 locations before she managed to draw blood, said couldn't find my vein. The first time, she actually tried to find the vein while the needle was INSIDE. Fortunately, I was feeling numb from the rashes, otherwise I might just die from the pain and watching the process.
I thought that was all but it was not. She came back 30 minutes later and said she need to put me on drip as my blood pressure was low. I felt my heart skipped several beats. Same thing happened, she couldn't find my vein. And when she finally found it on a 2nd location, the blood spurted! Literally! Then formed a pool of red on the bed. Her hands were all bloodied and I just watched the whole spectacle in a daze. She tried to stop the flow and kept apologizing for the mess. The whole time I was thinking, mess!? These are my blood!!
I think I lost quite some blood there.
I have to say thanks to all the people who came to visit. My friends and colleagues. Thanks to Nico, Sally and Jaime for coming twice. And thanks to Angela for the magazine. My sis and bro came too, but I was too groggy and sleepy when my bro was there and I didn't talk to him much. Dad brought porridge my Mum cooked, a special order from me. Some ask whether I inform who and who, and why didn't I inform who and who. Erm, I wasn't exactly looking my best, with my angry red rashes from top to toe, finger tips to toes, so I didn't really want anyone to see. Those who came just happened to call/sms me when I was getting ready to go hospital.
I'm not used to getting fussed around and was really awkward when my friends/colleagues were helping me cut up my food (I'm crippled by the drip on my left hand), take my things, get my water, pushed me the meal tray etc. But come to think of it, it's quite enjoyable wor. Haha.
Thanks to my sis, Jaime, Angela and Cindy for the hamper too. The flowers really cheered me up. The delivery guy might not think so though, as he actually woke me up from my nap to sign for the hamper.
I got 3 days of hospitalisation leave after my discharge so I spent these 3 days watching dramas loaned from others and catch up with friends over meals. 4 days being confined was enough for me, so I was running around during the 3 days of leave. Hope no one in my office is reading this!
My bed for 4 days.
It's been slightly over a week since I've discharged and I have almost recovered. Just that my skin is still slightly red, patchy and dry after the rashes. Swells have all gone on the 4th day of my stay. Now I still get patches of rash here and there but other than that I'm totally fine.
Pix taken on my 3rd day when I was much more alert and super duper bored.
Now I'm just waiting for my appointment with the allergy clinic to find out what exactly was wrong with me. They took 4 tubes of blood in the hospital but nothing conclusive, thus the professor sent me to see the allergy doctor. My diagnosis was viral fever with suspected drug allergy. Now just have to find out what drug I'm allergic to.
Yep, was hospitalised for 4 days last month. Had really bad rashes and swelling lymph nodes after my 3-day fever. Went back to the doc when I saw how swollen my groin was. He gave me anti-biotics and told me to go home and monitor.
Woke up the next morning to find rashes and swells got worse. Doc gave me 2 choices, either to take blood test or to go to the hospital. I chose to go hospital to have everything done together. Kind of no point taking test and getting admitted after that. I actually ask to delay the admission as I had to attend a food tasting session for my bro's upcoming wedding dinner that night. Called up bro to check if I can be excused and he said might as well, since the rashes so bad and I also didn't want to scare anyone.
Bob drove me straight to SGH. Even though it was a direct admission, I was still kept waited for 3 hours. The last 1.5 hour by myself as the guy had to go back to work. Waited at the ER by myself. While everyone has some relative inside the ER, I'm the only sitting by myself waiting for my bed to be ready. The aunties sitting beside gawked when I was put on a wheelchair, strapped with patient tag and pushed away. I guess nobody was expecting me to be the patient.
I'm not one to be confined so staying 4 days there was pretty torturous to me. I'm just glad that the medicine I took 3 times a day got me groggy and sleeping most times. My doctor was a professor, but he always came with 3 other doctors who did the checks.
One of them stressed me out the most. She's a lady doctor from Malaysia, can see that she just graduated not long ago. She came by one morning to take my blood for tests. Tried 2 locations before she managed to draw blood, said couldn't find my vein. The first time, she actually tried to find the vein while the needle was INSIDE. Fortunately, I was feeling numb from the rashes, otherwise I might just die from the pain and watching the process.
I thought that was all but it was not. She came back 30 minutes later and said she need to put me on drip as my blood pressure was low. I felt my heart skipped several beats. Same thing happened, she couldn't find my vein. And when she finally found it on a 2nd location, the blood spurted! Literally! Then formed a pool of red on the bed. Her hands were all bloodied and I just watched the whole spectacle in a daze. She tried to stop the flow and kept apologizing for the mess. The whole time I was thinking, mess!? These are my blood!!
I think I lost quite some blood there.
I have to say thanks to all the people who came to visit. My friends and colleagues. Thanks to Nico, Sally and Jaime for coming twice. And thanks to Angela for the magazine. My sis and bro came too, but I was too groggy and sleepy when my bro was there and I didn't talk to him much. Dad brought porridge my Mum cooked, a special order from me. Some ask whether I inform who and who, and why didn't I inform who and who. Erm, I wasn't exactly looking my best, with my angry red rashes from top to toe, finger tips to toes, so I didn't really want anyone to see. Those who came just happened to call/sms me when I was getting ready to go hospital.
I'm not used to getting fussed around and was really awkward when my friends/colleagues were helping me cut up my food (I'm crippled by the drip on my left hand), take my things, get my water, pushed me the meal tray etc. But come to think of it, it's quite enjoyable wor. Haha.
Thanks to my sis, Jaime, Angela and Cindy for the hamper too. The flowers really cheered me up. The delivery guy might not think so though, as he actually woke me up from my nap to sign for the hamper.
I got 3 days of hospitalisation leave after my discharge so I spent these 3 days watching dramas loaned from others and catch up with friends over meals. 4 days being confined was enough for me, so I was running around during the 3 days of leave. Hope no one in my office is reading this!
My bed for 4 days.
It's been slightly over a week since I've discharged and I have almost recovered. Just that my skin is still slightly red, patchy and dry after the rashes. Swells have all gone on the 4th day of my stay. Now I still get patches of rash here and there but other than that I'm totally fine.
Pix taken on my 3rd day when I was much more alert and super duper bored.
Now I'm just waiting for my appointment with the allergy clinic to find out what exactly was wrong with me. They took 4 tubes of blood in the hospital but nothing conclusive, thus the professor sent me to see the allergy doctor. My diagnosis was viral fever with suspected drug allergy. Now just have to find out what drug I'm allergic to.
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