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Still alive and kicking.

I,m back in the blog arena, 11th. June 2012. Hope to post an update of my ongoings soon.

As for starters, on the left is Adriana Darwisya and beside her is her older brother, Mohd. Adam Danial. Adriana is the latest addition to my first son's family.

14th. Feb. 2004.............My Active Life Grounded

As my memory gets slowly out of it's most confused state, I think it's time for me to relate my experience of nearly out-of-body feeling ( I am serious about this ) when I suffered a stroke condition on 14th. Feb. 2004.

This account is for reading by my still healthy mates, and also for detail consideration and thinking by my 4 sons/families and my beloved wife.

As normal, I help out a relative by doing administrative task for his shop. I usually starts at about 0830 hrs. every morning except Fridays. After helping my wife making cake mixture for her steamed fruit cake, I then asked my wife to bring along my breakfast to the visitor's hall. I then consumed the breakfast as usual.

A funny sensation then engulfs me. My knees starts to wobble freely, followed by an accute sensation of vertigo. I threw out most of my breakfast, and in a sec., I started to feel dizzy and sweat profusely. My luck is still around, for I still have the instinct not to fall flat on my face. I quickly grabbed a backrest cushion and placed it under my head. Then.......my vision is only focussed on two rotating spirals in my mind, heared my wife directing my sons to task, and loud conversations around me, then slowly, darkness appears........

The notes below are from my wife's account: I phoned for medical help, and my husband was hurriedly transported to a nearby government medical facility. After inspection by the resident doctor, he then instructed his staffs to transport my husband to the town's main government hospital. After tests and due consideration, they decided to transfer my husband to another nearby facility for further examination and treatment. A CT scan of the brain reveals Pontine Haemorrhage.

Thank God, he survived . He suffered giddiness, lef side weakness and slurred speech. He was bedridden and monitored at the facility for a month. To date, he is still managed conservatively with regular physiotheraphy. Continious monitoring for blood pressure and blood sugar stabilisation is carried out quaterly.

That's my wife's account. To date, I still could not walk as a normal person and my speech is still slurry ( numb feeling around the lips area). With that, I feel that my whole life is aground. Anyway, I still have an obedient wife, and also my four sons. Anyway, when I first realised about the incident, many things cropped into my fragile memory. A feeling of complete helplessness, self-pity, being left alone and deserted by most friends and all. Thank God, after being treated, medically and spiritually, I now can and will accept that what happens to me is just a normal que sera sera of life. So to may friends out there, please live your life to the fullest, take advantage of whatever you have right now, take good care of your family, and just keep ONE thing in your mind. In time of real need, do not depend on other's to come for your help, it's only your family that will take care of you, full stop. My family and myself wished to thank the doctors and staffs of all the medical facilities involved, and the dedicated staffs of the Physiotheraphy Centre at the HUSM, for their impartial deeds to help me to get a grip of myself, because initially, I can't even move my fingers of my left hand even 1 mm. My mind seems to direct my fingers to move, but my hand just could not receive that direction, or if it can receive it, the body motors just would not respond, flat.

Military Induction

I applied to join the Royal Malaysian Air Force in 1969 and was selected for recruit training in Kuala Lumpur. For that intake, thirteen of us was selected for various trade specialities, and we reported for training and was drilled and grilled for about a month before being told to pack our kitbags and get ready to follow an RAF VC10 flight that will take us to England, to start our training proper for two years. This was under the agreement between the two governments.

There I was, skipped school for the fear of my parents not being able to sponsor me for the rest of my schooldays. I was barely 16 years old then, and I have a tough time explaining to my mother about the whole situation. Our group arrived at RAF Station Brize Norton after a long 20 hour flight, stopping only once for refuelling, at RAF Station Gan.

There I was, starting my tour of complete military training, regimental plus technical, academics plus practicals on aircrafts. We were then billeted at No. 3 Wing, RAF Station Halton, with progression to No.1 Wing. Halton is a training base for both craft and technician apprentices, the difference being that a craft apprentice do a 2 year stint and passed out as a junior technician, whereby a technician apprentice do a 3 year stint and passed out as a corporal technician. All of us then entered the No.1 School of Technical Training.

We started training then, going to academic lessons in the morning, and after lunch, attending technical lessons in various workshop bays.

The training days are fully regimented, and we have to march with a bagpipe and drum band to and fro classes, not normal walking or taking schoolbus. This happens during all the 4 seasons, NO excuses except on medical grounds.

I also thanked the RAF for giving me a chance to learn how to fly a glider. I was given a pre-qualifier test on a De Havilland Chipmunk two-seater piston engined airplane. Showing a calm composure , I manage to show tester that I can do it. There it is, I start my glider flying lessons every Wednesday afternoons. It's a winch-tow method.

What tickle my faint memory during my physical training:

I was informed by my seniors that to escape the harsh training during freezing winter days, just tell your instructor that you are not familiar with the season and hope that he will give us a waiver. We did just that, and you know what happened.

My instructor who was then giving us normal physical warm-ups seems to agree with us. At once, he shouted to his corporal: Cpl! seems that this malaysians are not familiar with this winter morning. Think we can work something out. OK, chaps (refering to us). You are excused from this physical warm-up, and cpl!, take them for two hours playing ice hockey on the frozen field. My God, we have just escaped a boiling pot but jumped into a raging fire beneath! My Lesson: Be a good and obedient apprentice. Esprit de Corp. I have choosen my trade speciality when enlisting in Malaysia, which is Aircraft Fitter Electrical. What I enjoy most is having a break at 1000 hours in mid morning. At around this time, a NAAFI wagon will arrive and we will all quickly gather around it to have our break. My favourite pick is a steak and kidney pie and a glass of cold orange juice. The wagon maids are really helpful. My Flight Commander and SNCO are very helpful in giving us advice on how to cope up with the situation to us (foreign), be it with regards to western culture or how to survive the 4 seasons.

Thanks you , sir, for your advice. This will remain in my memory for a long, long time.

My Schooling Days

Enrolled in Ketereh Primary/Secondary School, under a very strict and disciplined Headmaster, Mr. Kassim . Always keeping a low profile, as I am not a bright student. I am really grateful to my teachers, which I can still remember, Mr. Freddy, Mr. Wagiman, Miss Seet and for those that escapes my fragile memory now, your preachings will always be remembered, as this teachings have turned me from a shy, dull student to make me realise that the world is out there for everyone to reach for.

My Loving Family

I was born on 19th. Nov. 1952. My father (deceased) was a stern, strict figure, highly regarded by the village community for his religious observations and preachings. My mother (still around) is the normal village housewife. I have a brother (different mother), deceased, and two elder sisters (both of my father's previous marriage).

7th. Feb 2010.......My daily routine as a stroke patient.

I have initiated this blog as a reference for my dear sons and those close to me. It is for their reference of what actually happened to me. For a start, I am just going to list down my daily routine as a stroke patient.

0800....Oats, milk, medication.
0900....Dumbbells training.
0900....Take Blood Pressure reading.
1400....Rice/vegetable, warm water.
1600....Static cycle training.
1700....Milk.
2000....Biscuits, orange drink, medication.

I take my BP readings daily and my blood glucose readings as required. I considered myself lucky because as a government pensioner, the ruling government paid all my medical bills.

Till my next post.