GONE.....MONSTER PIGGY GONE....

GONE.....MONSTER PIGGY GONE....

next morning, i was back at the ward as usual. i went check patient.
the monster piggy was still there. yes, still in coma. i felt was filled with sympathy for him. he wasn't very old but definitely was very rich. all those gold and valuables i stripped from him..must some kind of TOWKAY or what.
and now.....look at him - one almost dead monster piggy!
oh shit!!...oh great!! his humongous butt was sitting on a big puddle of urine. what the hell the night duty nurse was doing?...or did monster piggy time his pee just for me?
bo bian!! cleaned lor! lucky a plastic sheet was placed below if not hell man...me even had to change the bedsheet. as could be seen, being a missy was worst than a filipino maid!
we were more like personal shit and pee maid.....;9(
i dried bath him. it was really tedious for my early morning routine. after the turning and tossing him for the body mopping, my back began to strain and ache.....;9( he really took up most of my morning time...just one monster piggy, i was already half dead after the cleaning process.
this freaky piggy was also an oily monster. so much ter yue exuded from his pores...and those thick flabs of meat overlapping his bosom, tummy and limbs...my god!
phew!! done....finally done with him! time for my coffee break......
i turned only, he regurgitated some milky fluid which was feeding through his nostril. oh shit!! here i go again....dry cleaning...and there went my coffee break.....

the motherly matron came to me when i was about done cleaning the monster piggy.
m m: tahsar, u did a wonderful job on this monster! *big smile*....his condition is really serious and bad. we gotta transfer him now to TAN TOCK SENG intensive care.....so here are his medical files...since u ve serviced him, u accompanied him with the ambulance to TTSH, ok...
lts: huh??....ok lor.... *sulking*
after calling all the 'artillery' available in the ward, we strenously lifted this monster onto the nearby trolley. i covered him with a white sheet. he was totally naked u know. due to his size, the bedsheet barely covered fully.
can u imagine: with the whole sheet covered over, and u could still still the lumpy fat thigh. it's like the sheet only covered from his tummy to his ankle....;9) and only half of his supined body
bo bian, i wheeled him to the waiting ambulance. along the way, a sudden gust of wind blew. the white sheet was blown flying like a kite. oh shit!! INDECENT EXPOSURE of the monster piggy...so so embarrasing! luckily his snake wasn't an anaconda. it was a limping tiny worm quite hidden inside his folds of fats.
desperately i chased after the accursed flying sheet. managed to catch it and hurry back to cover him. doubling my speed, i wheeled him to the ambulance van through a throng of uncontrolled embarrassing laughter....i never blushed so much in my life!
luckily trolley was designed with retractable wheels, if not me would sure to snap my aching back transferring monster piggy!
even inside the van, this monster piggy had already filled up most of the space. i got to squeeze in. goodness! body contact with this oily ter!!...so fucking irritating!! i could hardly move!
about 20 minutes of tortorous ride in a cramped sardine piggy van, the ambulance finally reached TTSH.
unloaded and wheel him to the reporting nurse's station. handled over everything - his medical files and all his valuables of gold etc, my chore and mission accomplished. time to head back to the waiting ambulance to return to the deadman's ward called BOWYER'S WARD.....to wait for my next sadistic torturing assignment.....
while in the ambulance, i suddenly was overwhelmed by the feeling of compassion...i was silently weeping for the monster piggy....and sincerely hoping he would pull through even though he had in his unconscious state sadistised this poor male missy.
i realized.....what's the point of his big gold necklace, his huge centipede size bracelets, his deep greened jaded rings....all his $1000 bills...etc....what could all those help him now?
NOTHING!....even if he did recover which i really hope so too, he might be physically paralysed. he was down with a serious stroke...and at his young age, i really hate to think how he was going to handle his days to follow....
there was nothing much i could do...but just did a silent prayer that GOD would be will him and had mercy with him....amen!
not long after this, i quit my post. hell! i got to give in my immediate resignation cos i was accepted into my horticulture training. i was told to refund a month's pay since i din give the hospital advance notice of 1 mth. for that suffering month, i actually got no pay cos i had to refund one month's pay. i actually worked for free for my most suffering month......;9(
i could have waited another month but i dreaded cos i won't be put in ward duties anymore. for that month, i would be transferred to be a 'MODEL PATIENT' to be practised as live model patient by nurses on training or undergoing practical tests. those sadistic horny missies sure would want private anatomy lessons on my most senstive parts....then those merciless poking through all the orifices in my body, the blood sample taking with needles, the saline injection, the flatus tubes..etc...
no way man!! thanks!...no way!!...i paid the bloody hospital one pay's month and it was good bye and good luck!
motherly matron was reluctant to see me go. she told me to stay put as she got confident in me i would make a super male missy. this was what i replied to her..
THANK YOU VERY MUCH, MA'AM!....u r so so kind..but if i stay hor, the next patient would be my turn!
my weight had dropped drastically while being a male missy. it was like 57kg. i had never hit that kind of 'slimness' before since secondary school days. this was my best slim record!
i couldn't eat properly..couldn't sleep peacefully...and worst couldn't even have a good shit!! u stood whole day in the wards...on ur toe running here and here....all ur shits were constipated....;9( . when i tried to shit, it was really a damn damn suffering duration for me.
should i stay on, i surely would be left a pile of bones and skin, too!
...with this, ends my missy stories. what do u think of my MALE MISSY DAYS?