Thursday, June 28, 2007

My Third Operation

This operating theatre is so cold.....
This green OT dress is darker........
This scent of hospital is fresh and powerful.....
I'm not as nervous as before......
I can smile at everybody before I go to O.T......
I'm now ready for every treatment.......
I can guess what they will doing and what they will asking me ?
The doctor says "Oh...this patient use lipstick.....I shout "No......" .....Another say "her natural lip color".....
They try me to relax......
I lose my blood a lot and so, my face and lip become pale during operation ( my sister who is a doctor in this OT room tell me )......I need to supply blood.....but she and my surgeon don't want to.....At last , they don't supply blood to me and decided to watch my condition .....
After the operation , my condition is so good......I can speak even in the ICU and I've a little pain.......
I ask the doctor , " What can I have tomorrow ? ".......He say ," everything you want......".
That's why I have fried noodle in the post of first day.......I'm so happy for it.......My parents want to stop eating like this......But they can't......You know , I've already asked my doctor in front of them......haha
I'm clever enough for my food ......I'm able to stand pain , smell of hospital , watching from many doctors and medical students........I can stand everything......Now, I'm ready for another operation.......
The Hospital says......" You are welcome, Lay".....
Lay says......" Operation , You are welcome "......but
Money says......" I don't want both of you , hospital and operation"....." Stop Lay , no more pls "...........
(Although this operation was one year ago I use present tense because I want to)

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Work for Living (or) Live for Working

I'm.....Not Free....
I'm.....Busy....
I've.....No time....
I don't have.......I don't have......I don't have......
I want more time....
I want to finish more than 5 items at the same time....
I want to be in dual role.....
I want to ........I want to......I want to.......

If you feel like that, ask yourself this question....." Work for Living (or) Live for working ???" . Actually , I'm so greedy in work.....Not only for earning but also for hobby.....I want to do many things.....I want to learn many things.....I want to be perfect in whatever I do.....( My best friend used to say that she would buried a watch with me when I died, in order to save my time in next life....)..... Now , I used to remind me with above question and I can feel relax and I'm in good health......I've got this question after reading the translated book " Living the Simple Life" and "Chicken Soup for the Soul ".......
Some may complain......without working , how to get money ? without money , how to survive ?
I don't mean to stop working.....
Some may complain......without doing my hobby and interest , my life will be meaningless.....I don't mean to seal your hobby......
What I want to be is............" having CONTENTMENT ".....
P.s. If you can spend more five minutes , pls visit to my myanmar blog and read the story from chicken soup.......

Saturday, June 16, 2007

The Darkest Days

" There are heavy raindrop above my head , in fact , they are snow . I deem my blood circulation will be halted because of the cold. I am not able to see the light. Where's the sun ? The rays from the sun is my only expectation for my warmth. I want the voice of my wife , my sons and my daughters. I can do nothing for them , for country and for all. Am I a useless person for my people ? Ooh!!! What a difficult life to survive !!! "

Dark is a symbol of loneliness........ Dark is a sign of fear........ Sometimes, it also represents the failure........ For the one who face with the feeling of fear, loneliness, failure and breakdown of communication, these days may be the darkest days for him........

No one can live alone except the saintly person......Everybody needs his own family and community.......

The breakdown of communication is an inhumane punishment for him.......

P.s I wrote this one by suffering something from the poem " Maezartaung chay" written by the ancient poet, adviser "Latwaethonedaya ".

Thursday, June 14, 2007

I am still ALIVE

I've got a pain in my left abdomen.....I went to see a doctor.....She instructed me to make an ultrasound.....Ultrasound result showed that there was a cyst in my left ovary and it was ruptured.....The radiologist advised me to see my doctor as soon as possible.....So, I went to see my specialist and she said that she would make laparotomy.....What's this ? She said that it's an operation.....I've got a shock.......
I don't want to make this operation......I was scared of this.....But I'm not able to do anything.....
I can't sleep the whole night before the operation.....I was thinking about my operation.......Can I alive or not ? What kinda pain could I get ? Can I meet my family again ? ........??? I thought a lot....Although I tried to sleep by counting numbers and sheep , I couldn't......That night was very long and dark.......
That morning , I was very nervous ......They changed me with operation dress.....My family encouraged me.....I was not able to say anything......I only prayed to the Lord Buddha to be alive and relieve from pain....
In the operating theatre , they gave me an injection , covered my nose with mask and one of the doctors said that you would sleep for a while and during this time you could travel all over the world.......Another doctor asked me some question like......" what's ur name ? What's ur work ? is this ur first experience ? .....so on.....Then , I fell asleep while I's answering to him........My soul was away from this O.T room.....
When I awoke from my deep sleep , I heard that a doctor called my name.....'' hello , dear....are u ok ? "......First of all , I thought that voice was from my dream then , I recognized my condition.....My operation was over.........I replied immediately " Thank You , doctor".....
Oh my God !!!
I'm still alive !!!

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Beloved Mom...

A good housewife....A good adviser....A good nurse....A good chef.....A good teacher....

This 5 in 1 Lady is "my mom"..........As she graduated from the Institute of Education , her first posting was in a small village within Yemaethin township........She was pregnanted with my sister at that time.......There was tear in my father's eyes when he had left her alone at that village .......After being delivered of a baby , she had a puzzel of what should she do ? Finally , she had chosen the life of housewife.......She discarded her job........

She devoted her life for the family........She handled the house and family without being maid.........Her hands were busy through the day. We (my sister and I ) didn't need private teachers for our school lessons until 8 standard........She taught us everynight....... She also played with us......She made dolls made up of paper and fabric.......She made our dress and other wearings like sweaters, shawls , and hats.....In my childhood , I was always boasting about my colourful shawls made by my mother.....My school uniforms were also made by my mother.....She bought story books and practised our reading. She look after us like a child till this time....

She looks like a gardener......We are flowers in her garden.....Now, we had bloomed....Is there any profit for the gardener?....... Has she got worthy prize for giving up her identity ?......

Saturday, June 9, 2007

My Father

  • He is my hero.....I have ever heard and read about the hero all over the world. But no one is as brave as him. He is always ready to protect me......

  • He is the person I admire most.....He is not only very talented in his work but also expert in family care......

  • He is my best friend....He is open-minded. Although we are father and daughter, I can discuss everything with him. In some family, there is a communication gap between parents and teenagers. But I didn't face with this problem. I can trust him as my intimate friend. I can tell him about my dream......

  • He is my best teacher....He didn't teach me but advise me. He didn't train me but I've got a good-training from him. He never decided instead of me, but he let me know what he want to be.....

I tried to be a good lady, citizen, .......n....All are just because of him. I always keep his words in my heart....That is " Honey, I and your mother started our life from negative...Now, I've tried your life to be in positive situation....so, what would u like to be?? Would u like to have positive, negative or zero situation ? That's only depend on u....not depend on me...So, ask yourself, try ur best, try to be......"

  • I am his pride.....He is always proud of me. There is a big smile on his face whenever I have success. In my school life, I always try hard for him....

  • I am his clone.....My eyes, my lips, my skin, my behaviour are alike with his. I'm very proud of having same thinkings and hobby with him.

  • I am his heart.....He didn't express his love by saying "I love you". But I can feel that I'm in his heart.

Now I'm already 27 and I can stand by myself. But I need him and his words more than last years.....

"Daddy , please give me your love and care more.....I LOVE U SO MUCH !!!!"