What I'm Missing Out as A Child :: Narnia

Since I spent loads of time in the hospital, I started abusing my Kindle for a bit.... Okay, a lot. So here and there, I'll post a book review of what I read. Or re-read. So growing up, somehow I missed Narnia. My childhood was adorned with Roald Dahl, Enid Blyton, and loads of Hans christian Anderson. When I was in high school my favourites was Harry Potter (don't judge....regardless what people say Rowling is an EXCELLENT writer), started reading Tolkien but I got bored (yeah sorry. I shall try again tho) and got quite addicted to some controversial writers. But somehow, never Narnia. I love the movies... But somehow I never got to the reading of the book. So I downloaded Silver Chair. And The Last Battle And Magician's Nephew I'm hooked. It's like reading the Bible in a parable kind-of story. Lewis is making parables of the Bible. Holy moly. What I love about Narnia series is the little pocket of truths that sporadically pops up as you flip the pages. They told the story of Grace in the most amazing way. And how easy you identify yourself with the doubt of Lucy, the cockiness of Edmund, the forgetfullness of Susan, the timidity of Peter, the snobiness (is that a word?) of Eustace.... The grace and bravery of Aslan. My favourite character? Reepicheep. So yeah. If you have kids or you are a kid at heart, or if you are a human being who likes to read you would LOVE this book. Or if you always enamored by Grace ad you would love to see it in a million different faucets of how it can be applied to humanity. My favourite quote: “I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle Can anyone guess which part of the Gospel this reminded me of? auds xx

Oh Sleepless Night

Oh man, last night was rough.

Background story: Andrew was discharged Wednesday and on Friday he pooped blood. Like lots of blood. And then he blacked out, sweaty and pale. Then the scream "I can't see a thing!" Since apparently all the blood on his body was concentrated in his butt and his head was not getting enough of it. That was NOT a joke.

So we are back to the hospital. They pretty much did nothing. Oh and please not that there one doctor that, I'm pretty sure, possess ninja stealth power in putting cannullas in. Andrew's veins are mostly wrecked so everytime the doctor tried to put a new cannulla, they'll make him a pin cushion. Most of them will be like, yeahhhh I can totes do this. Then jab, jab,jab......nothing...... There were lots of moments that I wanna jab those needles up their.... Well, nevermind.

Anyway.

They scheduled a colonoscopy. And we waited for our turn..... For 48 hours. Poor kid. They didn't tell us that they "move" his schedule to the next day. Right. That night, that very night he is having another blood- pooping episodes again. I really don't like those colonos/endoscopy team, just saying. There worst part is he was passing so much blood that he actually pass out. I attempt catch him, just like Korean drama. The thing is, he lost 22 kgs but he is still 20 kgs heavier than me. Massive fail.

Doctors came, nurses rushed in. A bit like a scene from Grey's Anatomy show. Jab, jab, jab. When they left Andrew offiicially developed belonephobia. Google that. And then the pain come. I lovingly harrased the nurse for a painkiller.

Five minutes later, morphine came.

What I learned from this experience:

1. I need to start my weight training.

2. It's ok to stand up for your little brother when some over-confident doctor mistaken him as a pin cushion.

3. Morphin is good.