When I received Sherene's email with exotic hospital cafe photos, I was like feeling amused with its concept. I was thinking whether I could cough up the capital and ask Nase, Savante or Sbanboy to start one right here in KL and quit their jobs. No lah, just dreaming, I have no money now. It is okay to dream and it costs me nothing, right?? Just like Fable, we have this bermimpi-mimpi habit.
When I was a kid, I think visited the General Hospital in Penang & Thailand more than the playground coz I was always so damn sick. I was always having fever, flu and coughed for 100 days per session! All family doctor friends who treated me at their clinics also gave up! I was so frail and thin like a chocolate stick until the misi nurse was scared that wind could blow me off any minute. However, I managed to build my immune system after I started my primary schooling. Today, I am a 6 footer healthy twilight and shining like a star. Thanks to mum, she knows best. Thanks to the doctors, they never gave up trying.
I was being warned by some medium fortune tellers and even a Thai psychic in California that I would land into the hospital when I reached the right age. I was horrified and worried like shit. I begged them for a solution or anything to repay back so that I could escape. No way, they said it was my bad past life's karma! I was so brave, put the nonsense worries aside and still partied like an animal, clubbing nightly. Weekdays were clubbing and weekends were recuperating from hangover, by the beach at Batu Feringghi. Years later & just months before my birthday, I called my AIA agent in KL and told her that I wanted to buy Hospitalization Package to the maximum. She was shocked by my sudden decision after knowing that I had checked the VIP room rates at Pantai Medical Centre.
To cut my story short for future blog, my intestine ruptured and I collapsed on the office floor, rolling in great pain and agony! Before that I had Curry Chee Cheong Fun for lunch and I vomited all out from my nose and mouth. Yiaaakss! Some beancurd and the Chee Cheong Fun pieces were dangling out from my nose.
My brother rushed me to SJMC in his car which was raced through all the red lights. I was screaming in agony at the back seat that he was supposed to take me to Pantai Medical Centre instead. Anyway, I was operated on right away and the poor surgeon who was in the golf padang had to be summoned back on a Saturday evening.
When I woke up, I was told by the surgeon that I nearly died and showed me the photo of my ruptured intestine which was probably kept in their Hall Of Bizarre Fame today.
A Hospital Concept Cafe.
Look at the tongue served as finger food.
Yummy food with needle and tongs.
Nurses cum musicians.
I respect all doctors everywhere who put in all their hearts to help patients recover. Yet, many patients returned abusive words and legal suits for simply not getting their wishes. The patients seldom believed in their bad karma that directed them to seek a doctor's help. After staying in the SJMC room with a lovely lakeview for a week, I became a changed person eventually and believed that God gave me a second chance to live because I begged & prayed for it.
Let's stop complaining that medical fees are high and killing. The choice is yours and you can get insurance to help you like how AIA had to foot my hefty bill in just 2 months signing up! This is just my 2 cents story.
Stay Healthy & Happy Always!