Bedrest - yucks!

Before the procedure, Dr Kowa told me I will need to be hospitalised for one night for observation. Of course, I obediently agreed despite my yim zim sleeping habits that make it difficult for me to sleep out of the comfort of my own home. So many things need to be fulfilled before I can sleep properly:

- I need to be showered (i was not allowed to cos I was instructed to RIB - rest in bed)
- My teeth need to be brushed and flossed (which I did during a toilet break)
- I need my made-with-love-by-my-mama pillow. It's actually an adult sized beanie pillow (i think my neckache I developed on 7th is partly due to the breathing tubes during GA and absence of my beanie)
- I need my blanket around my stomach (of cos I didn't bring my blanket along. I'm not baby bop even though my blanket is also yellow.. Hehe)
- I need almost total silence (i was regularly awakened by the nurses who were checking my roomate and checking my temp and bp, I don't understand why they can't use a ear-thermometer??)
- I need the aircon (yes there's aircon in the hospital, but it was not cold enough for me. I didn't tune it down cos I have to be considerate for my roomate who did not have multiple layers of natural insulation like me)

So on the following morning, I was naturally very happily looking forward to my discharge. Dr Kowa came to see me, asked me some questions, checked for fetal heartbeat and I thought I heard him mumble something. I asked him to repeat and he said "I'll keep you for another night". My jaw must had dropped right to my feet. Luckily he discharged me after I told him that I'll RIB at home. Phew!

For someone who has a very lazy bum, I didn't think bedrest would be difficult. Just do what I always do lor.. Lie on the bed and smile to my PDA. Sigh boy I was wrong! My sore throat (definitely caused by the breathing tubes) made it difficult to talk and I didn't have a button to press for nurses at home.. Hehe.. And my aching neck made me feel that my head must had weighed a tonne! It was so difficult to turn from one side to the other. I had to use my hands to help turn my own head! What a comical sight right? Haha..

I continued with as much bedrest as I could the following day and I made one realisation: what a vast difference there is between bedrest from choice and bedrest from instruction!