The Average Hell House Stories Chapter 6.5:The Real Date With Stiches + Injections!

So last Thursday right after school, I had the appointment I waited years to have! THE SURGERY! So I was freaking scared and SCARED and MORE SCARED because I never had a surgery in my entire human breathing life! So finally this time there were no mistakes of which ward, and were it is anymore kind of thing. Though as my mum and I were walking towards the lift, someone shouts out to my mum.Unknown Lady: SALMAH!Mother:?????? [COMPLETELY CLULESS!]Unknown Lady: Ni mak Busu lah! [Translation: This is your aunty!]
Mother: Oh aunty!
Then my mum looks up at me and says:
Mother: Um darling, do you mind going there by yourself? I haven’t seen my aunty in a very long time.
I really need to talk to her about a lot of things.
[In my head: OMFFFFFFGGGGGG!!!!!!!!] Can’t she see that I am so not in the mood for this at all! Then the fact that she wants me to go alone? All plans just have to be completely spoilt! Anyhow, even though I was in a pissed of mood that I had to be in the hospital on that very day that so happened to be the first day of [FASTING MONTH!],I had to not care of any little interrupting details that could conclude to my day being completely spoilt. So I walked up to the ward [yes I went to the correct ward!] and went up to the counter that was [in my very exaggerating language: overflowing with people!] and waited my turn. Thank god I didn’t have to take a freaking number! Otherwise I would have been seriously pissed of man! So anyway, as it finally reaches to my turn at the counter, what luck! Suddenly, the nurse decides it is in her best interest to answer a phone call or two, send a fax and also last but not least, attend to some other person whilst I wait like a completely useless idiot in front of the freaking counter were I am apparently waiting for my turn! So when she finally decides to like acknowledge my existence she stairs at me with a huge question mark and then says I have to go to the surgery room! So then I, whom at that moment was feeling completely lost ask her where on earth it is. Then she angrily replies saying are you completely blind! It’s that way! Ok fine, Miss Nurse Chick! No need to get so upset! Your fasting remember! So well I walk up to the place and take a seat! Well to be completely honest with you, I find the hospital a [‘SCARY’+’CREEPY’+’TOTALLY WEIRD’+’EERIE’+’FREAKY’] place! I don’t say this with bad intention, but only because it is true. I was sitting beside this woman whom had a beard! It creped me out like a lot because I had never seen a woman with a beard in real life! So don’t blame me for not being more exposed to the world! Anyhow, then my mum finally finishes her conversation with her aunt and joins me in my wait for my [E! True Hollywood Story On How Alya Went Through Her Surgery!] So just guess what is so new! It doesn’t matter if you have a ticket or not, or even if you come first out of the ten people that arrived there. You will still be treated ‘LAST!’ Yes I had to wait a decade in the waiting room! So when it finally came to my turn, thank the heavens! Well I arrived at the hospital at 1 something and then get treated at 4 something! One patient person! So when I went in, there were 4 doctors around me and 5 nurses. Guess what, each doctor took turns examining my foot! So whatever man! The funniest part was that they didn’t know what to classify my foot as! Because those idiots didn’t know it was a ‘VERUCA!’ Finally, I sat down on a surgical table and lay down with layer upon layer of GODKNOWS WHAT! Then they took my foot and poured antiseptic all over it! Then the freaking dude takes out ‘8’ syringes and plans with his ‘ENTOURAGE’ of doctors, how they should do the surgery! Long story short, I went through and agenizing 1hour for a foot surgery with ‘7’ FREAKING PAINFULL INJECTIONS, and a blood sample from the ‘SOURCE of PAIN!’ Later on, my foot was then stitched up in three parts of my foot! My conclusion? The most painful experience I had ever been through like IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! I can’t believe that the nurse kept asking me to breathe in and out all the time! Like Hello! [IM NOT FREAKING GIVING BIRTH HERE!] Well unfortunately, I went through the entire 1 hour alone and crying in pain! Then after they ‘STICHED ME UP’, I awaited my mum still crying in the waiting room to find out the entire day I wasted fasting, was pointless as I was prescribed pain killers an all kinds of stuff! I greeted my mum in the room crying and was escorted out of the hospital by my mum crying in a wheel chair! I was also happily given a weak mc though will have to miss my one exam the following day! So that’s my story! The continuation happens when I go for my dressing so keep reading!

The Average Hell House Stories Chapter 6:Appointment with Needles And Syringes!

So I am here in ‘UH’ with my freaking mum whom I hate very much, to do a surgery regarding my very spasticated foot that so happens to have a hole in it[VERUCA!!].My mum-[whom never EVER wears a tudung] suddenly decides it is in her finest of interests to wear one and of all the days, TODAY! Let me see, she had already destroyed my morning by waking me up 2 hours earlier for my surgery [NOT TO MANTION SHOUTING AND BANGING THE DOOR!]When I was already awake. She then continued her screaming for more POINTLESS REASONS! When I get down stairs faster then she predicted [MORE SCREAMS].This time her Scream again of something completely irrelevant to the surgery such as the reason that she suddenly doesn’t like me wearing short sleeved shirts saying that I have no religion![In my head:WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF?????]Then when we finally arrived still 2 hours earlier, she decides to put on her very fake Malay accent [one she doesn’t commonly use unless it’s because she doesn’t want to feel neglected by fellow me-layu’s]OMFG!!!!To make things that much worse, she decides later on to take the opportunity to eat [one of her many hobbies] after not knowing that she took a ticket from the wrong WARD!![I my head: You see NOBODY FREAKING LISTENS TO ME!!]OMFG!!!!!!!Damn! With such feeling of embarrassment I am forced to eat. A thing that I am sure most would not realise when they go to hospitals are, the fact that most interns and doctors are like HAWT!!!And when I mean HAWT,I mean HAWT-With the capital ‘H’!It felt like I was living a real moment of one of those ‘Greys Anatomy,’ or ‘Scrubs’ moments where you see a ‘Mc.Dreamy,’or ‘Mc.Steamy’ walk pass you! So anyhow, after we ate, my mum goes hasting down the corridors [In my head: Acting and thinking she is so damn smart going the wrong direction!]And whilst again embarrassment must go on, a group of hawt interns walk pass me smiling whilst I [In my head: DAMN FUCKING EMBARRESSED!] rush away to the actual place we were supposed to be. Then again, the fault of my clueless mother [In my head: That Still Doesn’t Want To Accept Her Defeat] go again to the wrong FREAKING WARD! Yes it was the autopedict ward! Not the Operation room or the I.C.U man!!!! So anyways, we arrive with the number NO5012! [In my head: DO you know how many FUCKING TIMES I HAD TO TAKE A FUCKING NUMBER and WAIT WITH a PSYCHO!!!!]So thinking being early you will get treated first, no we had to wait for what seemed and felt like a DECADE! There in the corner of the room, the TV was on, and I was feeling quite annoyed as there were these little children singing, sounding like crying cats! Damn and how did they get on TV I question? All thanks to mum’s connection agency call 911 now and get free service. Mums services were it’s the mother who knows Worst! Then as I was using my phone, my mother shouts at me and passes me the paper [SHOUTING IN MALAY I MIGHT ADD!]So I read my fav! Footballl.My husband ‘Michael Ballack’ was in there man!!!!WWWWWWoooooooooo! I love him; the poor guy still hasn’t recovered! So never mind, at least football news was still available. So yes, I was patient enough to wait a decade long just to be treated! And to be completely honest, 2 in a half hour for service in a PRIVATE hospital plus coming early, is considered in my books: FUCKING BADDDDDD!!!So when my number was finally called, I meet this doctor rite, who looks like [Damn I just woke up and I have to treat sick people all day and be most likely to get infected] kindda face. So he sys to me what’s up with your foot, then my mum explains to him that my brother cut out the part of the hole that was coming out of my foot with a kitchen knife. So as he is sitting and listening, he says and your brother is very intelligent. How old is he?[In my head: ARE YOU FREAKING TRYING TO BE SARCASTIC OR FREAKING TREAT ME AFTER MAKING ME WAIT FUCKING LONG!]The ext word that popped out of his mouth after further examining of my foot is.
Doctor: So did you want to remove it?
Mum: Yes doc, because my daughter can’t walk. So are you going to perform the surgery?
Doctor: Oh, normally we don’t do surgeries on the second check up.Becides; the bookings for surgeries are completely full. Let me try and see if I can add you in.
And this is me in my head rite at that very moment [WHAT THE FUCK!!!!You idiot SHIT! You made me wait AN ENTIRE WEEK JUST TO SAY YOU CANT FUCKING DO IT TODAY!!!!!WHATS WRONG WITH YOU DAMN IT!]Then, moments of silence,
Doctor: I think you can have the surgery this coming Thursday in the afternoon. At 2.30pm.It would be best if you came earlier.
I seriously can’t believe that all that was for nothing. Doctors are testing my patients! I can tell you one thing from what I have learnt today, and that is: If you should choose between life and death, DON’T EVER GO TO A DOCTOR IN MALAYSIA AS A LAST RESORT!!!!!

The Average Hell House Stories Chapter 5.5:Describing A Psycho Idiot!

Descriptions of All That Is You.

It takes a man to realise,

It takes a woman to see,

It takes a true person to notice,

The only curse that is real you and me.

It takes one to know one,

It takes the clueless to find,

Sometimes even the blind can see,

That true love is blind.

It is this bad boy image,

That woman worship like god,

Though it’s a cover up from all the rage,

And the emotional side of the good.

It is the cries of a cat,

That will only attract your attention,

It’s your mind that’s narrow and flat,

Because it’s filled with the worst intuition.

It’s the smile from a baby,

We can all die for,

Though it’s only the greed and the envy,

That knocks on your front door.

It’s those words that you type,

That personifies all that is you,

Just like that empty grave,

Words are only empty expressions of you.

It’s the ignorance towards a beggar,

That shows how heartless you are inside,

It is you whom never understood the meaning of suffer,

Because you never had the guts to care.

It is your actions of ignorance,

That I just love to hate,

It is the face of your guiltiness,

That points anyone out a gate.

It’s the feel of your presence,

That puts anyone of,

There isn’t a point for evidence,

Though neither is proving it tuff.

In all this worlds population,

Insanity comes somewhat rare,

Though without doubt and without question,

The profanity is definitely there.

If I were to eat a pear or an apple,

It’s like aggravating the madness in you,

As you would curse and swear a quarter of the time,

On of how you think the ‘GRAPE’ is the fruit for you.

If I were to say a word or a sentence,

It’s like wishing death to come true,

Because your answer would wipe out the worlds inhabitance,

And the skies will no longer be blue.

It has now and long occurred to me,

That I should keep words to myself,

Unfree as this world is keeping me,

I feel less anger as your words have mad me deaf.

If specifically you are not present in the world today,

There are more to words than only fuck,

There should be more than 4 alphabets in your vocabulary,

Though the only word describing you is ‘STUCK!’.