Dad suffered a minor stroke 2 weeks ago, right at the eve of my trip to Bali. It threw the family's routine upside down but we've gotten thru crises of bigger proportions.
My dad's family has a history of hypertension and he has been on medication for years as a preventive measure. It so happens that his current dosage is not sufficient to keep his BP at normal levels but the family doctor made the mistake of not increasing it immediately.
On that day, he went on his weekly site visit to Seremban when he felt his entire left side going numb as he approached the Nilai exit. Immediately suspecting a stroke, he took a gamble & drove himself all the way to the nearest hospital in Seremban. He even managed to park his car in front of the E&A ward & flagged for help. The Gods have indeed protected him.
He got transferred back to KL....further checks revealed that 2 of his minor arteries in his right brain got clogged. They're not operable & the only course of action is prevention...meaning he'll be on medication for the rest of his life.
Dad opted to stay in Tung Shin hospital where he now undergoes daily physio & acupuncture therapy sessions. His speech is relatively unaffected & he's still his usual grumpy self. His instruction to the family is to get on with life as usual.
My grandma (ie his mom) suffered a stroke for 8 years before she passed on. She was showing progress during her therapy but gave up halfway through. I know Dad has chosen not to walk the same path as his mother. Being the trooper that he is, I know he's gonna walk again soon, and may even try to sneak in the odd char kuey teow or two... that is, if he can get past my mom & I.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
My New Friend
I've recently became a proud sponsor of a Myanmar girl thru Worldvision. It was something which I wanted to do for a long time but never really knew how to go about doing it.
We weren't allowed to choose the gender of the sponsored child, but I hoped for a girl & I got one. I chose Myanmar because it is close to home which will give me more opportunity to visit her in the future. Her name's Tin Tin Oo (thank gawd it's not a mouthful), she's a 9 year-old who lives with her parents & 2 siblings. I was so pleasantly surprised when I got a handwritten note from her.
Life is tough in her part of the world and I hope my mere RM50 monthly support will help her keep healthy, finish school & be a respectable person.
I'll definitely write to her...snail mail style.
We weren't allowed to choose the gender of the sponsored child, but I hoped for a girl & I got one. I chose Myanmar because it is close to home which will give me more opportunity to visit her in the future. Her name's Tin Tin Oo (thank gawd it's not a mouthful), she's a 9 year-old who lives with her parents & 2 siblings. I was so pleasantly surprised when I got a handwritten note from her.
Life is tough in her part of the world and I hope my mere RM50 monthly support will help her keep healthy, finish school & be a respectable person.
I'll definitely write to her...snail mail style.
What's With All the **#!@!! Spins....
Back on the dance floor after 5 months, ankle not tested, feet super rusty...and the guys made me do 3 consecutive triple spins!!! Shimmy Steven, Evil Martin, Spin-Ash......
What have gotten into them??!!!
What have gotten into them??!!!
To Thine Own Self Be True
How time flies....
It has been months since my last entry. And what a 3 months it has been.
I've finally given up hope that things at the work front will ever change. It's hard to work in a company that doesn't quite recognise efforts put behind the scenes. Everything is about visibility...it's a culture where it's ok to take short cuts as long as you have the glossy results to show. Nevermind if the actions you take & decisions you make will pose long-lasting negative effects to others. It surprises me to the point of appallment that only a mere handful are truly interested in leaving behind a legacy that they can be truly proud of.
I was raised to believe that hard work & dedication (laced with smart marketing skills) build character. I slogged thru my early corporate life to build a strong foundation & good work practices & make sure my staff learn the same values. But I'm working at a place that doesn't seem to care.
Headhunters are already knocking at my door. At the nick of time. Boy am I thankful for the friendships I've built thru my working years.
A fellow manager once told me if I wanted to stay on, I'll just have to accept the culture like he did. I will not compromise good practices for anything. A girl has to be true to herself.
It has been months since my last entry. And what a 3 months it has been.
I've finally given up hope that things at the work front will ever change. It's hard to work in a company that doesn't quite recognise efforts put behind the scenes. Everything is about visibility...it's a culture where it's ok to take short cuts as long as you have the glossy results to show. Nevermind if the actions you take & decisions you make will pose long-lasting negative effects to others. It surprises me to the point of appallment that only a mere handful are truly interested in leaving behind a legacy that they can be truly proud of.
I was raised to believe that hard work & dedication (laced with smart marketing skills) build character. I slogged thru my early corporate life to build a strong foundation & good work practices & make sure my staff learn the same values. But I'm working at a place that doesn't seem to care.
Headhunters are already knocking at my door. At the nick of time. Boy am I thankful for the friendships I've built thru my working years.
A fellow manager once told me if I wanted to stay on, I'll just have to accept the culture like he did. I will not compromise good practices for anything. A girl has to be true to herself.
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