After spending six days in hospital, I am glad to be home. Home is always a special place for me as…
…that is where I am in control. Whatever I want is either within reach or operational by remote control. For food and drinks, all I need to do is to ‘holler’ and they will be served.
However, as far as ‘shouting’ is concerned, I will be out of action for a while. The surgeon had effectively put a full stop – fortunately, only temporary – all my ‘yakking’ activity.
My parents noticed that while I was sleeping, the frequency of my wild kicking had increased over the past six months. At first they thought that I was practising taekwondo in my sleep. Later, they suspected something was amiss. After consulting a doctor, they took me for a sleep test on 14 May 2004.
The test revealed that I had severe Obstructive Sleep Apnoea. The condition was caused by the collapse of my upper airway during sleep. When it happened, my legs would start kicking because my body was struggling to breathe. If they were to award any grade for the test, I would have got an A*. I stopped breathing an average of 44 times an hour.
The doctor recommended surgery to remove my tonsil and tighten my palate. I protested violently because I was afraid I might lose my voice quality. Okay, okay, I was scared. If I was not, then I would not be human, would I?
I braved the ‘knife’ on 8 June 2004 and survived with a bad sore throat. However, my stay in the High Dependency ward almost bored me to death. I was glad that I was discharged with my sanity still intact.
Nevertheless, I would like to put on record my appreciation to all the wonderful doctors and caring nurses at the National University Hospital for their close attention. Sometimes, I thought it was dangerously close when the nurses touched my family jewels while cleaning me!
Remember to say something nice to someone everyday!