4th November.

It's at this wee hour. ...5am in the morning..that i have decided to re-install blogger on my phone after the reset.
Dear is sitting next to me... I just woke up. He said he is unable to sleep because of the pain on his leg. I am worried, because he seems to have lost his appetite. Oh i am like a mother worrying for her child. Now, should i buy him Appeton?
November is a month of wonder to me. On the first day i had my super painful menstrual pain. It was almost unbearable. I went to work anyway, and i have my reason. 1st november was a friday. Friday is a terribly bad day for MC. Why? Because... Trust me... MC has gotten such a bad reputation. So having MC on a Friday is more like a patterned MC... Something i still fail to figure out. In my humane opinion,when one is sick,one should rest. It was going to be a long weekend anyway due to the holiday on Monday and Tuesday...
On the 2nd,i felt better...even though not entirely. Dear and i had a great time at home and out anyway.
On the 3rd, which was a Sunday, we had decided to ride to Cameron Highland. A place i had never longed to visit because it isn't an animal place. No zoo, no wildlife reserve... Well, we  prepared for the journey anyway. We were up pretty early. I was up pretty early. Dear barely slept, something i feel pretty much annoyed about. I completely know the feeling of having insufficient sleep. I did not want to argue, so when he said he was okay with only 3 hours of sleep, i let him be.
It was a really great morning. A great ride.
(the trip will be told in detail in another entry)
The scenery was... Significantly,remarkably awesome. The temperature was... just my thing! Rainy season made it even colder.
I was a happy kid.
No plans of staying the night we had,but prodeeded due to dear's calculation of time and the pros and cons.
4th November came. Bought my pink powerbank, fed some cute and fat and harmless stray dogs... And had our tea... Fed our lungs with the fresh air cameron has, fed our eyes on d pretty, amazing sceneries of tea plantation...saying goodbye to all of those in my heart....
And BOOM!!!!!
The bike ran into an old blue jeep. There were millions of jeeps there. I was blank for about a second. I heard dear calling me..."baby...baby...get up...can get up or not?...." i tried getting up..but i couldn't. I tried to call out to him but i felt so choked. No sound came out. I was screaming desperately inside my head but the sound that came out of me was very soft. I felt like i had used all my might, but it didn't seem enough. I felt people pulling me up to the ground. Someone pulled a plastic chair for me..then asked me to sit down. I was in pain. I didn't know where...but i was in pain. Dear was sitting on the floor. He had a cut...a very deep cut on his calf. I saw the bone. The cut was big and it was wide open. I saw the bone!!!!! I said in my weak voice "dear....ur leg....." he answered he knows.... And then he asked someone to cover it for him. What i really respect and salute dear for is his strength... He is one strong man. A man. He doesn't admit his pain...he doesn't cry and show his pain. Then again this means he doesn't show it even to me. One old Malay man was really nice...he squatted to give dear support on his back. He called the ambulance. I was sure he was a local. He even gave dear and me a bottle of drink. My right arm was in pain. It felt so sore that it was painful. The ambulance came after a while...and brought us to the hospital. We were both seated at the back and the ambulance drove like mad. If we did not hold on to anything we would have been in more serious pain and have had more critical injury.
(sorry i went back to sleep after fajr prayer)
It's now almost noon..just showered..
When we reached the hospital, i was seated on a wheel chair...and dear was not!his wound was covered with a piece of cloth, that was why they thought he was fine. I was in pain and was brought to one of the beds. They asked me questions...asked me which part was painful...and then they jabbed my left thigh...oh my goodness...it was painful! I was never afraid of needles but this one was huge!!! Because my arm could not move, instead of taking off my shirt,the nurse cut the shirt off. She then dressed me with the hospital dress. Anyway i still kept wondering where my husband was. I hoped they were already treating him. According to what he told me few days back, they did not give him immediate attention. He had to register us both first. I believe it was due to the cloth. My body felt weird...i didn't really know what was going on....but i felt really nervous. There was this juice in my abs..inside of my body of course...which kept flowing and made me want to vomit. It was like going up and down the roller coaster...non stop.
The doctor was really nice. The female doctor. The chinese female doctor. Her name is Lee Wei Min. She looked pretty young and she was helpful. The nurse was also nice. She did complain a bit but when she was faced with her patients she was nice. The nurse looked very young too. In fact there were one or two more accidents happening after ours. I heard something about a baby being trapped. The calls were almost non stop for a while.
(2 days later we saw in the news that the mother died. She was my age! Poor thing...such a sad news for the family... The baby was only 11 months and he suffered broken legs... Al-Fatihah to the mum...)
I was brought into the Radiology room and they had me X-Rayed. They then brought me back to the place i was initially placed. On my way out i heard dear calling me...and i was glad he was ok.i waited for the result. The result showed negative bone crack or fracture.
After a while...the nice doctor told me that i could go see my husband if i wanted to...he was just next door. Of course i wanted to. She helped me to put on my clothes. I kept saying sorry to her because i felt so bad having a doc to help me put my clothes on. She said it was ok because she understood. Then i went to see dear. They were almost done with the dressing and the cement. Then the doctor came and tell us that they could provide us a room for a night. They even gave us food. ..they gave us the doctor's food cos the patient's food had already finished. I felt really dizzy and while dear was on the wheelchair and the doctor was talking... I asked for a plastic bag because I needed to puke badly and I did. Disgusting.
After the vomiting we went to the beds provided to get some rest. I felt really uncomfortable...felt very dizzy and my stomach felt sick. I vomited once more. Despite dear's leg....he helped me with the vomiting. Thankful to have him around. The nice doctor then came rushing over and then I saw her but could not help it...I just had to cry because when I vomited my organs felt painful. My body ached so much when any energy was exerted. The doctor said to me..."ok girl...since you are here tonight waiting for your family...why don't I give you an injection so that the medicine goes straight inside your blood vessel for you to stop vomiting..if u still do after that we need to scan further to check if there is any concussion in your brain..." I said ok. I was thinking,'you know best doctor...just do whatever is best.'
And then after a while, a male nurse came to give me the injection...on my left hand. Since the back of my palm was hurt, he injected me below the thumb. My watch was taken off.Again the needle hurt. Ouchhhh, my mind said. After that he left us to be alone.
Dear and I fell asleep. Before that I asked dear to call his parents...because I was in pain and I couldn't think so much. Dear was contemplating of what to do...because he was afraid that his parents would scold us. In the end he used my phone to send mak (means mother, my mum in law) a text. I didn't know what he did. ..and I was pretty blur then. He was on his bed and I was on mine. I didn't know what time it was... And I just dozed off. When I woke up..I saw people walking around.. And I didn't know the time...dear was also asleep but he was not sleeping profoundly like always. I went back to sleep again. The next thing I know, when I woke up... Dear was already snoring. I tried calling him but he was snoring away still. Then I called him a few more times to check if our family called him...because my phone was with him...he woke up...I asked for the time..and then we both woke up. I went to the loo...and then after sitting up on my bed for a while. ..dear said abah (father) had called and they were already near . We waited for them....
I went to ask about our mc from the nice nurse...and then I went to the waiting room....our family was already there...alhamdullillah. ..
My pretty sister in law was also there with her daughter and her husband. Her son was sleeping in the car.
Abah also prepared crutch for dear...and off we went to have some breakfast...
To be honest... I think I had some hallucinations on the way back... I saw big trucks...but when I forced consciousness there was none. I also saw people (old Malay lady with yellow and black baju kurung. ..looked like local...and some other locals..)on the road but when I strained my eyes opened...there was also none...
Anyway..our family....I really owe them. We went back home to get some clothes...then after that went back to my in laws'...
Seriously I don't know what to do to repay them...I just pray that they are blessed...aminn. ..