my operation time.

I know this is kinda old already but i just wanna show guys some pictures :]

please be in mind these pictures may contain some unsuitable captures.

this is the story, since i was born, i have a birthmark on my left index finger and it have been living with me until that day i did an operation. No one knew or saw it. Some people i have told but mostly, didn't even notice. It made my self-confidence low and my childhood not so comfertable. But since i got older, i didn't really cared but still, i try hard to keep it to myself. And when people asked, i say nothing and change the topic. So now, i'm telling the story back and try to imbrace it. try google heamagioma.

The finger that i use to have. take 1.


take 2.


mum's and my ticket.


mum and me were sooo damn bored while waiting for out transit to Kelantan.


i took this piture because the building looks cool. little did i know, that's the hospital. im so sad. hahaha.


when i got there, i had to go to the emergency place to tell them that i was suppose to come there to register. little did i know, they admitted there. meaning im staying there. get me?


The next day was a blur. I woke up and it was like 6am. When i look at my watch, it was 8am. i was like, 'DAAAYEEEM!'


Soon after that, a doctor came and told me my schedule and he also told me that they gonna put that thing [look picture]. its like a small tube in my nerve. was it painful u ask? Quite if you're brave enough. Not saying i was but yeah. After injecting that tube, i can't even move my hand! i mean from wrist. I was scared the tube's gonna break and gonna get stuck there. haha. Me and my imaginations.


Few hours later, i didn't quite notice there was actually blood coming out and going through the tube. I was sooo 'sakai' and yeah. hee. Anyway, that 'thing' was actually preparing me for my MRI scan the next day. The MRI scan was soooo cool. But the sad thing is that it took 1hour++ and while they were snapping pictures, i was on the bed, not lying down but my cheast on the bed and my left hand in front and my left hand on my forehead. Get the picture? haha. Anyway, i was about to faint they FINALLY let me get up. They caught me just in time before i pass out.


Oh yeah. I manage to study my ass when i was there. Mom force me but her forcing made me get good results. yayy. haha.


Okay here's where the part where you should like close your mouth. Well, not now. haha. The doctor injected me the 2nd time cause the next day was my surgery! And when he injected that, hurts like hell! cause he said the skin was thick. righttt...


The day of my surgery! 9/9/2008. Surprisingly, i was not nervous or scared. Wanna know why? Cause they gave me a sort of 'calm pills' the night before and that morning. The cool thing was, i got pushed all the way. hahaha.


The doc says maybe my surgery gonna take about 1-3 hours only. My surgery was at 8am. And i finished at 12.40pm. So do the math. This time, i was in the recovery/stabilation ward. Look at my face, pout! :]


See!!! They made a mess. haha. 3 parts was operated. And the maid place was at my finger ONLY. Here how it goes, my finger's skin and all got cut and they took my skin from my sole [leg] and put it at my finger @ skin graph. And my skin from my thigh to my sole. Ok?


tadaaaa!!! ahahaha. Preety isn't it? hehe. The stiches have 27.


from the sides. They open the bandage cause they wanna clean it.


My sole. Okay this picture looks terrible. haha.


My thigh. This was the last day i was there. They had to open it to clean it. And guess what? IT HURTS LIKE HELL! Not kidding!


Time to say bye bye to Kelantan and back to KL for transit. Owh yeah, since that time i can't walk, they had to put me in a whealchair. Damn! But i get treated 1st class. hahahaha! But the sad thing is, everyone in the airport kept looking. sakai!


When i got back, i was soooo happy there was real food! I mean in Kelantan also have but i was staying in the hospital! So yeah. Yumm!

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Thats NOT the end of my 'sickness'. When i reach KK, i had to go to the physiotheraphy OT and gym physio and plastic surgeoun. Because my feet was not healing as plan, i had to use crutches to school. If it wasn't for exams, i won't be in school. atleast no one laugh. hahaha. I even played with my crutches. hahahaha. It made me feel better and less for me feeling worst of myself. Atleast my babe was there to make me feel better of myself. Few days later, i stoped using crutches cause my feet was getting better.

I really really trully wanna thank my mom for always being there for me. She's the one who's been helping me when i was there. I suppose thats what mother do. But also not to forget my lovely sister who always makes fun of me. haha. serious! And my grandma who bought me the crutches and send me to the hospital for almost everyday for my dressing. All that have passed now. And i HOPE i won't have to re-do that whole thing anymore. 8months of suffering. 1month of pain. 1 month of happiness. :]

Love Cintha Rajah Please