Kenduri at Colleague's

It was great to see plenty of my colleagues turning up to attend a wedding hosted by another colleague who is on a long leave due to an assault.

She appeared to be in great spirits welcoming us all, who took an unceremonious route as a short cut from the hospital, through people's backyards.

I also bumped into an old housemate from Cornfield, meeting his year and a half-year-old son for the first time. Not to mention a familiar face behind the cameras on official duty for the occasion.

And food was great as well, with satay and some nice ais kacang on the side. We left before the crowd - and clouds - descended....

Idlan back in Subang

Idlan had another temperature spike last night and early this morning. Everybody was concerned and with neighbours and friends recently having dengue, we couldn't take any risks.

Off we went to Subang for blood tests. And there was where the drama started. Idlan started screaming and shouting. I had become famous at the hospital now with my children antics.

Alhamdulillah, the dengue test came back negative and we went home happy. Not before leaving an impression though. Hopefully the need for blood tests firmly boys would only come when they were older. Just couldn't take anymore of these stress.

Paintwork

The whole of the ICU at the hospital smelt of paint. And the smell was overwhelming. Imagine if you were sick and wake out onto the corridor ...

It looked like the painting had gone onto overdrive in the last week. Good thing they had those signs posted everywhere. Should you got paint on you shirt, you would definitely be asking for it ...

Slept on the Way Home

The poor boy was clearly exhausted. He fell asleep in as soon as we left the hospital and didn't open his eyes all the way to Gombak.

Still trying to figure out how to get him into the house later. Too heavy for me to carry actually.

And he was still wearing his lucky pair of socks ...

Heading Home

Yes, there was the customary drama before he was allowed home. The moment Idlan saw Anita, all hell broke loose. It was painful everywhere and even the anaesthetist came to help. Nothing some paracetamol syrup can't fix! And from the improvement he had, that must've been one hell of a paracetamol concoction.

On the vanride home now. Our driver driving extra slow to miss all the bumps on the road. The local anaesthetics was still holding so far. Not much shouting yet. Only the odd ooh and aah.

He asked for some Nando's chicken again. Obviously his grandmother put an end to that. Not sure what the diet going to be like waiting for him when we reached home, with all the pantang and what not.

The bed and Nintendo were ready. Hopefully he could get a bit of rest for the next couple of days. I was sure Irfan had other plans ...