Should I Get H1N1 Vaccine?

This flu season is different, that’s what they say.  A new kind of flu virus has been around for quite sometimes, and it’s called H1N1 virus.  I’m not going to write about the technicality of it, you can find it in Wikipedia.   My concern is, since that this virus is different from seasonal flu virus, some experts have advised people to get them vaccinated.   I’m not a big fan of needle, and I’m sure the kind of vaccination in Canada administered via intramuscular injection, therefore I’m kind of reluctant to get one. 

Beside, this vaccine is just recently developed, since there was a pandemic outbreak early this year.  So the safety of it is still in question, eventhough some experts say it’s really save.  Just recently I watched on TV about a young healthy woman in US who got a seasonal flu vac, and afterwards she developed a weird nervous disorder.   She began to walk forward and talk abnormally, whereas she could walk backward and run normally.  Isn’t that weird? The doctor who treated her said that she’s suffered from a rare nervous disorder due to the shot. 

So the bottom line is, I believe this vaccine is not 100% safe as well as any other vaccines.  I learned about how a vaccine produced and how it works when I was studying veterinary medicine.  And since flu virus is able to mutate easily, so every flu season is different virus.  A healthy body is  capable to develop its own immunity againsts virus once it recognizes the agent by producing specific antibody. It may be achieved by getting  vaccination (passive immunity) as well as being exposed by the virus (active immunity). I’m still amazed of how our body is actually a super machine.  And I rely on mine very much all this time to fight the seasonal viruses.

Just this morning I read an article in Yahoo!, saying that Canada has purchased 50.4 million doses of vaccine, which is enough for the 75% of population to get  injection twice.  As you know, Canada has about 32-something million people, so I’m pretty sure I’m counted in the vaccination purchase .  Back again to my concern, I feel like don’t want to get myself  vaccinated.  I’ve been living in Canada for five years, and eventhough the government always encourages us to get seasonal flu vaccination, I’ve never done it,  not even once.  So far thanks God I’ve never experienced a terrible flu.  Oh well, I remember I had ever caught Pneumonia, that’s about 3 years ago.  But that’s it.  Yes, that was a terrrrrrible one… :( 

The good news : H1N1 and regular flu vacs are free since they’re purchased by Canadians’ tax dollars.  I like free stuffs, and maybe this is the rare thing I ever refuse to get one. .  I just don’t like to get poked by needle!

And this season is the same.  I will just rely on my own immunity by keeping a healthy life-style;  I will eat right, do some exercise, get enough sleep, maintain my happy well-being, wash my hands frequently,  and not to forget: pray to Allah to protect us from any sickness.  Because no matter how well we build the fortress to keep us away from harm, it’s only Allah the Ultimate Protector.  He The One who creates the viruses, and He The One who will protect us from them. 

Ya Allah, tolong lindungi kami dari segala marabahaya..karena hanya kepada Engkaulah tempat kami berlindung..

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My Heart is Beating

Have you ever felt the adrenalin rush through your veins? And the feeling of your heart beating faster than usual?  No..I’m not talking about getting chased by a lunatic dog….:D.  It’s about to get something done, something that I ’ve avoided to look into.  But recently I’ve had the urge to do it, or at least, to start doing it.  And eventhough it’s not completely done yet, I feel relieve a little bit.  Because afterall, I’ve beaten my arch-enemy bad habit of procrastination…..

Today I’ve typed a letter to send to the dean of my veterinary school in Indonesia and prepared a request form for the application package of NEB–ready to send to CVMA with a stamp attached already.  I know it’s gonna be a major commitment to do this.  I have to prepare myself for the battle again.  That what causes my heart’s beating faster…as if my mind and body are preparing themselves to bring the focus in.  I’ve been procrastinating for about 5 years.  Should I go or should I not? The questions that have been lingering all this time.  I’m afraid of losing, afraid of failing, afraid of disappointing myself and my loved ones.  Yet, I have this passion and ambition to prove that I can do it.  How will I know if I never try? Right? Right.  So please help me Ya Allah…with all Your Power…and Your Blessing…please ease my way to get through this…

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Happy Birthday to Me ;)

September 14, 2009

So my age is reduced today.  I don’t know how long I’ll be living in this world–it’s the secret of  The Almighty.  That means, I may be vanished from my existence in any given time, right? Right.  For that reason I don’t feel like celebrating birthday.  Well, I enjoy of course the attentions from family and friends who send me happy birthday greetings and best wishes (may them all be granted, insya Allah)..which means they still care about me .  And if you’re still young, say under 20, celebrating birthday is like celebrating your life.  But now I’m not that young anymore, I’m in my perspective age.  I feel like I have to start to think about my future, in this life and after life.  What have I done so far that benefit myself, family, community and my spiritual being? Not much.  What have I accomplished up to my new age?  Completing my degree education: check.  Marrying  a handsome man: check.  Looks like I have to stop right there. hahaha…:)  For sure I still have lots of things  I want to achieve.  In career wise–I want to be a real vet in Canada, to rise a family ( I start to think that it’s nice to have kid(s)..something I never thought about in the last few years), to go for a pilgrimage to Mecca with mc (to complete the 5 pillars of Islam), to buy a house in Indonesia for our retirement–yes, you read it right.  I won’t stay forever in my adopted country.  No matter how good it is living in Canada, with it’s healthcare and all that, still, Indonesia is where my soul is, and it’s nice to get old with your family around. Right? Right.

So back again to my birthday.  I’m thanking Allah for giving me another chance to live in this world and blessed by Him.  All I want is to become a better person in His sight as well as in human’s.  I realize that gold and glory won’t last forever, so the main thing is to pursue something everlasts.  Whatever it is, I have to figure it out…

ps :  mc gave me Dairy Queen ice cream cake and a huge bouquet of flower…vous remercier autant de, je vous aime! n_n

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Mudix Asix Part 3

16 Juni-4 Juli 2009

I was soo happy to be with my family again. The most important thing: I could see my beloved gramma, whom I lived with for many years until my departure day to Canada five years ago.   My well kept secret: at first, I thought I wouldn’t be able to see her again after I left her.  I was afraid her disappointment of me leaving her would cause her health declined since she was suffered from stroke. I knew how she wanted me badly to stay, however, I had to go, with a part of me stayed behind.  Everyday I prayed to Allah to keep and protect her from harm and for her wellbeing. I always have her in my mind.

All this time, I’ve been told that Emah’s memory sometimes comes and goes, it’s not as sharp as before.  She even miscalls her children’s names by someones’s in the past.  But when I was there with her, in the morning when she got up, handed her breakfast and took her to shower, surprisingly–she remembered my name! She also shared her snacks and said: Ieu kanggo Neng Nita (!).  Wow.  I told everybody there that Emah remembered me! I felt like this was all about.  My homecoming, was to see her again and spend time with family. But sometimes when her memory was not at its best, she only stared at me and smiled.  And if I asked her permittion to go out, she would say to me to come back…(I have to stop here, my tears are rolling down now…got to go).

T’Ros, the caregiver who stays with Emah, was also very happy to see me coming back again.  It felt like old times, we shared old stories about everything–when I was still staying there.  She told me it was quite after I left, only her and Emah, only sometimes in the weekend everyone came and cheered up the house and Mamah or Ateu stayed over night during the week.

We made Gunung Batu as the ‘basecamp’, means, anyone who wanted to meet us got to come there. It was also to make the house warmer.  Mamah took one week off to spend time with me and Aymen.  She and Papah were also my reason to come back, oh well, I just missed everyone! .  There was a plan await for us already.  First few days: take a break.  Friday in the first week: we’d head for Pemalang, to meet Mbah Na’ah, my other gramma from papah’s side.  I had not met her for quite a long time.  I couldn’t recall when the last time I met her, maybe 1o years ago? Maybe less than that. It was because I didn’t go to her place very often, say, every year,..and neither TD, TDni or Atep.  So this time Papah tailored a plan to go to Pemalang with ALL his children, in-laws and grandchildren.  This never happened before. It was like early ’mudik Lebaran’ .  The trip took about 7 hours to complete.  We stayed in a hotel because Mbah Na’ah’s house couldn’t contain all of us.  It was fun, we met our relatives, felt the vibration of the small town of Pemalang on Saturday night, and spent some time with Mbah.  Alhamdulillah everything was ok, the trip and all that. 

OH, forget to mention.  I also could taste the original Indonesian cuisines again..yeeehaaawww…!! I had made mental list of foods that I wanted to eat.  Amongst them: bubur ayam Kabita, mie ayam Bangka, homemade meals…hemmm…..

(to be continued)

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Mudix Asix Part 2

15 Juni 2009

Akhirnya penerbangan pertama selesai dalam waktu 15 jam.  Kami mendarat di Hong Kong buat transit 3 jam untuk selanjutnya terbang lagi pake Cathay Pacific menuju JAKARTA (yea..!!).  Di sini semua penumpang transit  musti menjalani pemeriksaan sekuriti lagi.  Alhamdulillah lancar..walaupun sayang musti ngebuang botol air mineral dari pesawat..padahal masih utuh..kan lumayan kalo haus ga usah jajan..hix. Aku mulai merasakan perubahan temperature yang mulai menghangat, jadi sweater yang aku pake dari Toronto cuma diiketin di pinggang aja.   Sambil nunggu biar ga bosen, kami jalan2 keliling airport yang guedhee..banget.  Yang bikin asik sebetulnya karena di airport ini sekalian ada shopping centrenya, yang isinya butik2 terkenal, specialty shops…jadi acara selanjutnya: window shopping! hehehehe….Jadi ketauan nih kalo ada orang Indonesia yang bilang pergi belanja ke Hong Kong, paling abis turun dari pesawat belanjanya di sini juga, sambil nunggu jadwal pesawat selanjutnya buat balik lagi ke Indonesia..hahahaha…*nuduh*.  Aymen sih was not crazy about my idea of window shopping.  He wanted to go for a meal first, so we went to a small restaurant and had two bowls of hot noodle. Setelah itu, jalan2 keliling airport, melemaskan kaki setelah dilipet terus 15 jam. 

Dalam penerbangan menuju Jakarta, aku liat langit mulai gelap–keliatannya mau hujan nih.  Eh bener aja, aku bisa liat ada hujan petir di langit sebelah kanan pesawat.  Beberapa kali kami mengalami turbulence, dan semua penumpang diharuskan memakai seatbelt.  Satu kali guncangannnya lumayan keras, aku dah mulai komat kamit aja dalem hati berdoa semoga kami semua selamat.  Lima jam perjalanan HK-JKT, demi melihat bandara Soekarno-Hatta aku mulai sentimental deh. Jam 7.40 pm pesawat touched down di Cengkareng.  Alhamdulillah..sudah sampai dengan selamat. Ya Allah,…akhirnya..setelah hampir lima tahun ga liat Indonesia,…sekarang aku bisa liat lagi… Begitu keluar dari pesawat….HOREEE…INDONESIA here I comee…Eit, nanti dulu.  Aymen masih harus apply buat visa on arrivalnya.  Antriannya panjaaanng banget, didominasi sama muka2 oriental.  Aku nih aneh kali ya, tapi ga tau kenapa, di Cengkareng itu, ngliat orang2 Indonesia berseliweran rasanya gimanaaa…gitu.  Udah lama ga liat orang Indonesia banyak in a group sih…hihihhihihi…Lalu setelah Aymen dapet visanya, giliran aku yang musti lapor ke imigrasi Indonesia.  Tiba2 ada orang yang pake seragam satpam ngedeketin trus dengan sok akrabnya nanya2 kita darimana dan lain2.  Insting ku mulai bekerja nih.  Alert system mode ON.  Ni orang satpam merangkap calo kah? Atau cuma seseorang aja yang mau beramah tamah? Aku bener2 ga tau, atau karena dah kelamaan tinggal di LN jadi bikin aku gampang curigaan sama orang yah. Yang bikin aku ga suka, dia dengan santainya meraih kedua passport kami trus dibuka2 trus dia peeling off the translucent sheath that covering the page where my picture on! Ihhh..bete banget sih!  Maksudnya apa sih ni manusia? Tapi karena aku ga mau ribut, setelah sedikit chit chat aku sama mc buru2 took off dari situ trus langsung ke imigrasi.  Ada yang lucu tapi garing juga nih di sini.  Yang jaga di belakang counter imigrasi tuh ibu2, mukanya dingin banget, no expression whatsoever.  No smile, no frown,..sementara aku dengan riangnya menyerahkan passport sama kartu kedatangan.  Lalu dia dengan matanya yang tajam membandingkan antara foto di passport sama mukaku.  Setelah dia pikir sama, lalu dia mulai deh proses ini itu di komputernya trus setelah beres dia kasihin lagi passportku.  Still not a single word spoken.  Ampuun..baru sekali ini ketemu orang kayak gini.  Yang di Toronto sama HK aja seenggaknya keluar sepatah dua patah kata setelah kita clear dari pemeriksaan.  Dah malem kali ya, Bu…capedee..hehehhehehee..

Selanjutnya: pemeriksaan customs.  Alhamdulillah lancar.  Selanjutnya: keluar…dan WOW! Banyak sekali orang2 yang nungguin keluarganya di lobi.  Mataku langsung mencari muka2 yang kukenal. None.  Mungkin di kerumunan sebelah sana. None. Aduh..mulai panik. Apa karena mataku mulai rabun yah, harus dipake nih kacamatanya.  Beberapa orang mulai mendekati nawarin jasa mengantarkan sampai tujuan.  Setelah beberapa lama mencari2 ga ketemu juga, aku mulai merasa bete.  Kemana sih? Katanya mo dijemput, kok ga keliatan? Beteku tambah parah demi menyadari hape kami ga ada yang  berfungsi karena diiblok dari server di Kanadanya.  Hahh.  Akhirnya kami nyari telpon umum.  Aymen musti mecahin uang dulu supaya kami dapet receh.  Eh..setelah dicoba baru  inget kalo telpon umum ga bisa dipake buat nelpon ke hape.  Yaa…akhirnya kami keliling lagi siapa tau kali ini ketemu.  Di luar, ada tukang taksi yang ngeliat kami celingat celinguk nawarin make hapenya buat nelpon.  Aku akhirnya bisa nyambung ke TD dan ketauan kalo mereka nunggunya di terminal yang berbeda.  Setelah nunggu sebentar…akhirnyaa….terlihatlah pemandangan yang sudah lama dirindukan oleh mata: mamah, papah, Atep, lalu ada mama Aminah (mertua), sama om Heru, Husna, a Yudi dan TD bersama kedua keponakan kami yang lucu: Yasmin en Salman.  Kami pun berpelukan bahagia..(cie cie..–teletubies kalii).  Rasanya kayak mimpi bisa bertemu lagi sama keluarga tercinta, bisa melihat mereka in flesh, mendengar mereka langsung tanpa perantaraan kabel lagi….segala letih lelah sudah tak terasa, digantikan oleh rasa bahagia dan syukur.  So here we go,..liburan pun dimulai..

Alhamdulillah..terimakasih Ya Allah untuk segala nikmat dari Mu, yang telah mengabulkan doa hamba ini…

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Mudix Asix part I

13 Juni 2009

Semua koper sudah disiapkan, dicek lagi isinya berulang-ulang.  Mostly shirts, oleh2 buat keluarga di Indonesia sudah terlipat rapi di dalam, semua oleh2 yang udah aku kumpulin selama hampir 5 taun ini dah dimasukin ke dua koper.  Kontainer yang isinya liquid dan krem2an dah dimasukin ke tas kecil transparan, total beratnya dicek lagi memastikan beratnya ga melebihi 2 liter.  Berkali2 aku timbang berat koper masing2, karena kuota tiap penumpang cuma boleh bawa maksimum 20 kg buat check-in luggage dan 7  kg untuk masing2 carry-on bag.  Sip deh, beratnya cuma kurang beberapa gram..:D.  Untung minjem timbangan dari gramma, kalo ngga..wah bahaya.  Bisa2 kita kelebihan berat, lagi.  Cairan dan krim buat muka khusus untuk diriku juga dah dimasukin ke kantong plastik kecil, dicek lagi isinya ga lebih dari 100  ml tiap kontainernya.  Refot deh…sejak 9/11 lalu, airport memperketat sekuritinya.  Takut ada yang bawa bom di pesawat kali yaa..Makanya aku juga ga mau bermasalah di pemeriksaan airport jadi semua dipastikan mengikuti prosedur deh.  Malemnya aku berusaha buat tidur lebih awal, soalnya jam 5 kita udah dijemput sama airport shuttlle.  Aymen sih keliatan lebih tenang, tapi sebetulnya dia juga sama….We are so excited to going back  to Indonesia! 

14 Juni 2009

Riiinngg…riiinggg….alarm yang diset bunyi jam 3.30 am langsung dimatiin, karena ternyata kita bangun lebih awal.  Langsung mandi dan siap2.  Mata sih masih ngantuk berat, tapi apa daya…harus keep on going.  Makan sereal seadanya, setelah sholat shubuh kita langsung heading out deh.  Semua manusia di apartemen masih pada tidur kali, jadi kita berusaha ga terlalu brisik pas ngeluarin koper.  Ga lupa buat say goodbye to Buddy, our cat, pesan supaya jadi kucing yang baik selama ditinggalin, jangan nakal sama aunt Do ma uncle Bob yang bakalan ngurusin selama kita pergi, dan jangan gangguin ikan2.  Kasian juga ngeliatnya, dia cuma berdiri memandangi…mungkin dipikirnya mau pada kemana sih pagi2 gini dah pergi..?

Perjalanan ke T0ronto’s Pearson International airport cuma makan waktu 1 jam-an, lalu lintas lancar di hari Minggu pagi. Di dalam shuttle van ada satu bapak2 lain yang  juga harus ke airport.  Dari pembicaraannya kayaknya dia dosen di Univ. of  Waterloo deh.  Kita bakalan naik pesawat Cathay Pacific dengan rute Toronto-Hong Kong-Jakarta.  Transitnya ga banyak, tapi penerbangan dari Toronto ke HK bakalan paaanjang dan laama.  Di pemeriksaan airport, aku dah mulai deg2an nih.  Takutnya alarm deteksi mereka bunyi dan aku mulai parno bayangin yang engga2.  Maklum deh, ini kan penerbanganku yang pertama dalam 5 taun ini, ga pernah kemana2 naik pesawat.  Ga familiar sama sekuriti cek.  Tapi aku berusaha ga masang tampang mencurigakan, pura2 santai aja.  Aku keluarin kantong plastik kecil yang isinya krim dan cairan buat muka, ditaro di tray yang dah mereka sediain, trus aku taro juga tas ransel buat masuk scanner.  Lalu aku diminta masuk ke chamber kecil yang kemudian keluar blows of air dari ujung atas sampe kaki, mirip kalo kita mau disinfeksi kalo masuk ruang steril.  Mungkin mereka pikir aku bawa kuman2 berbahaya kali, jadi musti didisinfeksi.  hihihi..Sementara itu Aymen musti ngeluarin laptop sama digicamnya buat discan, lalu lewatin gerbang deteksi.  Alhamdulillah lancar, bawaan kita ga dibongkar2 buat diliat isinya.  Aku sempet liat ada bapak2 yang musti ngelewatin prosedur itu, semua isi tasnya diperiksa satu2..ih amit2 deh.  Gimana coba kalo mereka megang cel-dam gw….hiiiiyyy…

Setelah check-in dan dapet boarding pass, kita musti nunggu dulu sekitar 2 jam.  Kebetulah aku bawa buku serial terakhirnya Twilight saga, Breaking Dawn, jadi lumayan ada yang bisa dibaca.  Aymen dan mulai gatel aja, pengen ngerjain sesuatu.  Akhirnya dia ngeluarin laptop dan mulai ngecek facebooknya.  Banyak juga yang mau terbang ke HK pagi itu, kebanyakan wajah oriental yang nunggu.  Rasanya masih mimpi bahwa akhirnya kita bisa pergi mudik juga,…setelah bertahun2 menunggu kesempatan ini. 

Di pesawat, aku dapet window seat.  Tapi ya elaah,..windownya paas di wing pesawat.  Kehalangan dong pemandangan nih.  Dapetnya di three-seat row, berharap yang duduk bakalan cuma kita berdua, ternyata ada satu laki2 yang duduk melengkapi.  Dah kebayang nih kalo mo ke toilet musti bilang permisiiii…..gitu.  Palagi Aymen is a frequent visitor to toilet, jadi yeah…kecian aja tu orang bakalan sering dilangkahin.  Jam 9.15 pesawat mulai take-off.  Here we goooo……..

Bismillahirrohmanirrohim..Ya Allah..tolong lindungi kami dalam perjalanan ini, semoga kami dapat tiba di tujuan dengan selamat, dimudahkan dan dilancarkan segala sesuatunya dan dijauhkan dari segala mara bahaya…amin..

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Just Cheap or…

Happy Birthday, Honey…semoga panjang umur, murah rejekinya, sehat selalu dan tercapai semua yang dicita-citakan..

I whispered the words to mc first thing in the morning once we woke up. Then I remembered I hadn’t prepared anything special for his birthday, not a card nor a present.  I know,… it’s awful isn’t it? Oh well, what can I do.  I’ve spent too much energy at work and have no will anymore to wander around at the malls.  Unlike previous years and back then, I was always in high spirit anytime someone’s special’s birthday approaching.  I would attentively find something nice and suitable for their birthdays and even shipped them to Indonesia. But for these past two years, it’s like my birthday spirit has faded away eventually.  It’s because I don’t keep up with dates anymore, and feels like time flies really fast from month to month.  By the time I remember someone’s birthday, it’s already too late.  I know I have reminder tools somewhere like on Facebook and Friendster, but they don’t really help as I most of the time ignore the messages (haha…).  Then I’d make apology belated card or comment, hoping it will mend the hole. 

But I couldn’t believe I did that to my only husband too .

So this morning while I searched for the cheque book  in the drawer (to renew my yoga session), I found his last 2007 birthday card I gave him. 

me: Eh Honey, ini kartu ulang tahunnya yaa…hepi berthdey ya…ini kartunya direcycle aja..(you know, I just gave him the same card).  We’re going ’green’ this year.  (I was grinning ear to ear feeling guilty and naughty at the same time)

mc: Yaa…thanx..Ini kartunya disimpen lagi ya buat taun depan..(his eyes twinkled when he was saying this, I knew he was teasing me)

Hahahahhaha…..so was I just cheap or just simply had no time to get him a proper birthday card?  Whatever the answer is, mc doesn’t really mind….

I love you, Hon! xoxo

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Hari ini

Hari ini aku sama mc pergi nengok Grampa di St. Mary’s Hospital.  Paginya kita pergi dulu ke rumah Gramma, lalu pergi bareng ke rumah sakit.  Kata Gramma, Grampa dah dipindahin dari ICU ke ruang rawat di lantai 6, dan dah nunjukin kemajuan yang signifikan.  That’s a good news…

Dua minggu yang lalu

Aku sama mc nengok Grampa di ICU.  Kondisinya masih sama seperti 2 minggu sebelumnya: grampa selalu tidur, masih pake ventilator buat napasnya; collar buat menyangga lehernya, IV, catheter, echocardiogram probes, dan selang liquid food  masih tetap ditempatnya.  Cuma kali ini tangan dan kakinya dah mulai pada bengkak karena penumpukan cairan. Waktu aku bilang “Hi Grampa,..” aku liat bola mata Grampa gerak2 dibawah kelopak matanya yang tertutup, mungkin pengennya sih dibuka, tapi terlalu berat dan ngantuk..Jenggotnya udah mulai tumbuh liar minta dicukur.  Lehernnya masih bengkak.  Kita berdiri di samping tempat tidurnya buat beberapa lama sambil ngusapin kakinya.  Pikiranku kembali ke waktu saat Papah dirawat di PMI karena contusio cerebri, saat Bapak (alm) dirawat di ICU PMI dan saat aku pulang kuliah buat nengok ternyata Bapak dah ga ada di ruangan itu..dan waktu aku nelpon ke rumah, dapet kabar “Bapak dah ga ada,..neng Ditya pulang aja..”  — Tiba2 aja mataku terasa panas dan berair.  Sedih mengingat pengalaman berinteraksi dengan ruang ICU rumah sakit..mulai membayangkan gimana kalo Grampa….Ah.  Aku ga kuat liatin kondisi Grampa.  Aku mulai mengalihkan pandangan ke mesin2 canggih yang mengelilingi tempat tidurnya, meneliti digital display EKG nya, membaca note di dinding supaya tempat tidurnya selalu diposisikan ga lebih dari 30 derajat buat menghindari pneumonia caused by ventilator usage..sampe akhirnya mc ngajak aku keluar ruangan.  Di lift aku ga kuat lagi buat  nangis.  Aku keluarin semua stok air mata.  I knew I should’ve not cried.  I’d look really ugly then.  And it was getting worse, we met Gramma, Uncle Dave and Aunt Ruth on the way out! By that time it was too late to hide my blotchy face.  They noticed right away what was going on  with me.  I should’ve not cried in front of them, specially Gramma, since she’s been very strong and positive about the condition.  Ohh..what a day!

Dan hari ini semuanya berubah 180 derajat.  Waktu aku sama mc nengok Grampa, he was fully awake.  No more ventilator since the doctors have done tracheotomy and laparotomy to him.  He still can not swallow anything cause his neck is still swollen from the neck bone fractures but his general condition is much better.  I couldn’t help not to smile for the entire hour there, everyone was in good mood. Gramma malah bawain komik sama kaset lagu kesukaan Grampa.  Beberapa kali crock dari lehernya mental keluar karena Grampa batuk2, and that was kind of funny to watch…hihihihi…Bengkak di tangannya juga dah ilang, tinggal yang di kakinya masih ada.  He’s really a trooper!

Get well soon Grampa, we miss you around..

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Weekend Routine

Senin sampe Jumat–>banting tulang di tempat kerja

Sabtu—>jalan2 ke mall, refreshing liat banner SALE yang gede2.  Kalo pulangnya masih ada tenaga–>do the laundry and clean the house.  Kalo ngga sempet melakukan kedua di atas: lihat di bawah berikut ini.

Minggu—>do the laundry and clean the house.  Kalo masih ada tenaga: go for grocery shopping,kalo ngga,..yaa makan yang ada di rumah aja deh.  Meja, kursi,..apa aja yang penting recycable by nature..(hueekkss)

Minggu malam—>cape.

Kesimpulan: I need one more day every weekend for resting ONLY!

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Winter Wonderland

So..we’re in the middle of freezing winter.  The temperature outside can be as low as -30C these days, and worse around upnorth.  Beginilah penampakanku di musim dingin.

Dan pemandangan di sekitar…

Just keep smiling, Honey!

Yep…we’re living in the white world..:D

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