This one is a forced literature. Haha. So I'll make it quick *wink*
1 month into Surgery.
I guess the air is stagnant. The waves are static. Any evolving changes? A big NO to that. Still am no fan of it. I once had a heart-to-heart conversation *cough* with a friend..
"Weh, masa hang Surgery hang enjoy dak?"
"Time aku dulu ada MO garang, tapi la ni dia takdak dah. Awat hang x enjoy ka?"
"Dak.." *poker-faced*
"Laa..awatnya.."
I am not going to disclose my reply to his last question for some reasons. Haha. I know I am difficult. But I guess some innate temperament are not to be tampered with. So I think I'll continue being difficult for now. I remembered once, during my 4th year study, when we were making group research..going into a kampong, in and out of strangers' houses collecting data. There was one paralyzed lad, in his early 30s, bed-ridden since his teenage years after a horrible MVA. He asked us our names..and attempted at gauging our personality just by that. After giving out mine, he took a good long look at me *sigh* and spurted, "Karniza...ni banyak pikir ni..". That literally took me aback and I managed a half-hearted smile. Dumbfounded I was. Darn it. Why is this stranger know me more than I do myself?!
Maybe it's just his luck at guessing. Maybe.
So anyway..
Mama and her BPPV. Today she seems better. Ayah went to ENT Clinic this morning. Get them to review her previous records and prescribed her the same meds she was dosed before.
Today will take Rhesus out for a spin. A wash, too maybe.
We'll see.
So I supposed this will be all. Maybe I should stop writing for a while..I think I'm giving myself away too much already *grin*
