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?

THE MONSTROUS PIGGY

the monstrous pig in coma.....another torturous ward adventure....the cold monster swine and all his gold.....(i think this swine was one dead pig in the end...poor piggy)
this is the final part of DAYS OF THE MALE MISSY.
there are many other little gap fillers stories....on and off, i may just put it up.
this one finally awaken me to the raw truth of LIFE and what's LIFE is all about...
LIFE'S VERY FRAGILE....this i just learnt from my DAYS OF MALE MISSY.....it's unpredictable. one moment, one maybe happy laughing, eating or bonking...and the next he's in coma or drop dead or forgets to wake up from his permanent slumber....
and so...MAN PROPOSE; HEAVEN DISPOSE.....
so while we are alive and kicking, try to do more good. be compassionate. be happy and joyous that u r healthy and alive.
DON'T U EVER THINK OF DEATH....even when one is near to it or inflicted by terminal diseases, we must perserve our optimism in living.
EVERYONE MUST FILL THEIR LIFE IN HOPE AND FAITH IN OUR LOVING LIVING GOD, then living is made so much easier to bear.
so take care everyone ...ur life...ur health...for YOUR BODY IS THE TEMPLE OF CHRIST WE MUST ALL TRY TO CHERISH IT....
ornitoufo and amen!......;9)
stay tuned....final story coming up soon in a window nearest to u......;9)
THE MONSTROUS PIGGY

another peaceful day for me in the ward. it was too early to be feeling complacent.
i was having my morning break in the pantry. then emergency! ah amah called me to get back to the ward on the double.
wheeled in was a big monstrous ...er...pig! it was a huge guy. he seemed to be out cold.
first thing to do was to transfer him from the trolley onto the bed. goodness! this one was a monstrous dead pig!! i alone couldn't bulge him. soon an army of all the amahs, sweepers and a couple of nurses were called to heave him onto the bed. it took like 8 persons including myself.
once he was on the bed, i was left to 'service' him. so...screened him for privacy. removed and recorded all his belongings.
1 wallet with...*eyes nearly popped* 10 pcs $1k notes , dunno how many pcs $50 and $100....all recorded and put in ziploc.
gold bracelet - 1 pc
gold necklace - 1 pc
gold jade ring - 3 pcs from both hands
montblanc pen - 2 pcs
rolex diamond studded watch - 1 pc
one gold buckle belt
well, almost all the valuables were kept in ziplocs and place with the chief nurse to take charge of it. then it was back to him for the dry cleaning.
while at the nurse station, i was told this monster suddenly fainted. no wonder! i thought how come so rich, he was pushed here to BOWYER'S (deadman) ward?
first thing first - dry cleaning time. stripped him totally naked. yes, undies also went!
after the cleaning done, an experience doctor had arrived and tend to him. it was screened with quite a number of young green housemen surrounding this 'big' doctor analysing this monster piggy's condition. i couldn't access so i went about my other chores.
when they were done with him, i was beckoned back to tend to this comatose piggy. goodness! what had they done to him!!??
all in drips, this poor piggy. drip on his hand. and another drip leading into his nostril. this was some kind of nutrient feed i was told.
this knock-out piggy vomitted. oh great!! dry cleaning time again.
he was such a big size turning him was really strenous. when i was done with him which really took me lots of sweat and time due to his monstrous size, it was also time for me to go home.
i left......
....continue.....

GRAPPLE WITH THE BLACK COBRA

After i had strenuously turned and tossed this hairy deadmeat and fully cleaned him up spick and span, he vomitted.
wtf!!
bo bian. went to get 2 pails of water and repeated.
my uniform was quite drenched from the chore. finally he was cleaned again. just as i was about to clear everything, he peed. the bastard black hairy mamak peed!!
i quickly placed the towel there to prevent it from wetting his bed. wow lau!!! niagra fall pee!! so another towel was thrown in to absorb the big flood.
and what to do?....well, what would a power poor male missy do? clean lor...what else? cleaned him all over again. hell!! his alcoholic pee stank like dunno what......;9(
his balls and rods were soaked with stinking pee. bo bian....got to grab, lift, soap and wipe. this mamak sure was enjoying his black out time sadistising this poor male missy.....;9(
hiazzz! i grabbed. l lifted. i soaped. i wiped. it lifted. it shook...it convulsed. it siffened...the bloody monstrous cobra suddenly spitted!!....it fired!!...it cummed all over my nurse's uniform.....great!! this was just great!! it was a direct hit with that full load cum shot. mati!! stinking hell!!...i m dead...i wished i was really dead then....;9(
frantically i wiped myself. guys...u know the embarrassment of cumming in ur undies, right? imagine ur uniform was perfumed by some stinking alcoholic mojo......;9(
grrr!! i was really fed up!! so i pinched him hard. since he was black mamak, i din think he knew that was a big patch of blue black on his inner thigh. and he was dead cold so he shouldn't be feeling any pain...but me was dying with embarrassment for the whole ....i smelled weird ...and er...'macho' with someone's mojo perfume......;9(
...end....
PS> THE next day, that hairy drunkard young indian wasn't around the ward anymore. most likely discharged or charged by police for publicly incapacitating himself. either fined or locked up....dun care...and dun bother....no more my jurisdiction once he was no longer in my ward...;9(

cum spitting indian cobra

the cum spitting black cobra of a drunken keleng....this one will freak everyone out!!!...how he manhandled this bloody monstrous snake and it's stinking cum!
next change....coming to the nearest window to u. WARNING: R(A) 18+ RESTRICTION....certain epics maybe disturbing to the readers.....
STAY TUNED!!....FOR DAYS OF THE MALE MISSY....hahahaha...;9)

this one is the classic of my male missy days. but tolong tolong...please please....read and dun throw ur fire bombs.....me monk wannabe....NO SEX PLEASE from either sides......;9)
for those who haven't seen a real cum spitting black monstrous cobra...well, i m going to share with u this sexciting episode...
as usual, ur goon blurking male missy was doing his rounds of dry bathing again...yes, again. everyday. every morning. numerous times per day.....;9(
suddenly, in wheeled a dead indian by the matas (police). they gave me a dunno what form to sign. i blur blur signed it. the carcass was handled over to me. shit!
so i push the trolley to a vacant bed. pushed the dead carcass into the bed. and yes. how unlucky! he wasn't dead! he was drunk in stupor!....freaking stinking drunkard young hairy fat indian!
bo bian. like i said white, yellow ,brown or stinking hairy black...i still got to service them cos to me, they were humans. after screening him, stripped him bare. everything even his.... no shit!! no undies. good. saved me some effort!

shit!!..the gross shits!!...

12pm. lunches for patients.

ah pek took his congee.
12.30pm.
male missy o' me sprang into action. with vaseline, enema bullet suppository, gauzes in my steel dish, i approached ah pek.
lts: ah pek, pang sai hor.....terng kor ( take off trouser).
i enclosed him with roller curtain screens. stripped his pants down to the ankle. turned him on his side.
lts: ah pek, toot kar chng....(poke backside)...pang yo (insert medicine which was the suppository)....relax hor...ah pek....relax....breath in...breath out...yes...good boy!...in ...out....
i put on rubber glove, applied ample vaseline to my index finger. applied some onto his butthole and standby bullet suppository. with a swift gliding insertion, the suppository was all the way in.
plonk! i retrieved my index finger. and shit! the ah pek had sang his mari kita!!.......*blush*.
i left a bedpan under his butt.....and left to clear all the things and prepared for the next sample collection procedure.
12.45pm
returned with the stupid small circular container and that monster spatula or oversize ice cream stick.
i was masked now. HELL!! the stinking fucking stench!! i still could smell it the brown gruesome mass in the bedpan with all those equally yucky wiped tissues. sheesh!
the houseman was right though....;9( ....tiny worms, bloodied stool and dunno what other sickening nonsense inside there.
what to do? started digging lor!
the monster spatula was just to big for the round sample container. with my left hand holding onto the container, i slided over it with the digusting stinking abnoxious brown mass.
hell!..hell!...HELL! the shits were all over my left hand in between in my index and thumb.
finally the sample fully done, sealed and labelled. my left hand was messy with shits on the index and thumb. yuck!!
it was freaking stinky!!. i washed, scrubbed with soap and even PRINTOL ...but the sickening stench like still stuck to it!
1pm. lunchtime.
i ordered beefballs kuay teow. it smelled good. it looked good. but when i dig in, the balls looked like the poos sample. i couldn't stand it any more. off i headed for the toilet and puked my guts out!
that's it! no more lunch or food for now...*blech...blech!*....i only drank a cup of fruit juice and that was my only lunch for the day....
that conclude my shits and balls missy tale.....'9(

THE SHITS, THE MISSY AND THE BALLS

i thought it was going to be a lay back day. finally! but no! here come another lame idiotic yayapapaya houseman......
idiot h/man: male missy, come 'ere, pls...
gingerly, i hopped over to him.
i hm: this patient very jialat.....take urine sample. plug a urine sheath and to his dick. collect and record his daily urine discharge. ....next take this little container and this monster spatula....
me gong gong holding to a circular plastic container...the one they dispensed to u in gov pharmacy for pimple cream type and one monster wooden spatula. it was like an ice cream stick for those who dunno what's that. but it's bigger and wider ice cream stick.....;9(
i hm: pay attention, male missy!....i give this bullet (anal enema suppository). i want u to insert this into this old patient here as far as ur finger can go after his lunch.....when he shits, use this spatula and dig the best part of the shits into this sample container. bring them to lab for testing....u got it, male missy?
best part of the shits?? yes, best part! means the part that contained the most nonsense like worms, blood, funny dunno what ...etc.
the way he called me...male missy head...male missy tail was like secretly insulting me like that.....;9(
what to do stupig locter or rather blur houseman's order, got to follow cos houseman or docter was still higher hierachy than male missy.....;9(

first thing first - dry bathing.

lts: ah pek, chang aid (bathing)
oldman smiled his toothless grin at me. undressed him...yes. stripped him fully naked. rubbed soapy water all over his face. rinsed. cleaned with another moist towel over his face...next his right arm, left arm. chest n abdomen.the right leg. the left leg. and that 2 parts -the dick n ball and the butthole. what the heck!! cleaned too!!
oldman was exhilirated. he smiled even brighter while i was cleaning 'there'. finally all done spick and span. powdered him with talc. under normal circumstances, my dry cleaning session was done but this ah pek was given order from the idiotic houseman to take both urine and shit sample...jialat!! ordeals began .....
lts: ah pek, i m going to put this lanjiao long(condom) over ur kukujiao(dick)...u pan jiao(urinate) ok....i collect jiao(urine) sample...good boy..... hor!
oldman smiled brightest. basket!! like he loved me to touch there!
so unrolled the condom shealth with a tube leading to a plastic calibrated bag. gently, i unrolled the condom into his limp kukujiao.
good! it fitted snuggly. half of the mission accomplished. soon it was breakfast time for the patients. ah pek ate his breakfast too.
i came to check his pulse and temperature. good! oldman was doing fine. wait! what was that!! oh shit! he removed the condom sheath from his cock. hell!! me got to fit that back again.
screened him up. stripped and rolled the sheath back onto his limpy dick. oldman gave me a horny smile. sheesh!! this was creepy!
i just walked away a few step, and he pulled the sheath out from his dick again. this bloody old man was really getting onto my nerve.
lts shouted: ah pek!! u dun be naughty hor....( show him my scissor) ...if not i snip snip it off ok....(frowning i went to screen him again and put that sheath back to his member).
so glad god gave me a quick witted mind. i cut a big plaster and pasted the sheath onto his sparse pubic hair. let see how he was going to tug it off this time...hahahaha...;9) job done this time!
......continue...

THE HAUNTING BEGAN...

After i was back from my break, a group of people had gathered at the ward. old ladies, young men, chiobus, lau sohs, teenagers and tiny tots.....so many.
they were singing the orchestra. a few really old aunties were banging the metallic cabinets. all were sad and wailing at the top of their voices...in unison like singing the opera......;9(
i went closer to peek at the dead old man. he was handsome. yes....i meant the senior nurse must had given him a last of rite. she makeup for him and ....well, he was handsome!
he looked tranquil and peacefully sleeping like that. his cheeks were pancaked rosy and a tinge of rosy lipstick lips....oh what was i thinking??...HE WAS COLD DEAD!! and i thought the silly houseman saved him and he was dozing....shit!
i went on with my chores. the opera singing was still orchestrating even louder....and my heart sank even deeper!........;9(
in the end, the dead old man was placed on a trolley with a metallic arch cover and wheeled away, presuambly to the mortuary or to a waiting hearse to send him to a coffin shop.....;9(

the same day, i returned home heavy hearted. i skipped even dinner when mamalee cooked most of my favorite dish like sweet sour pork, prawn tempura, oyster sauced kai lan and ter tor soup (piggy stomach)...shiok! but i just didn't have the appetite.
i showered. after that drank a cup of milk and hit the deck.....
"MISSY....missy....i very suffering....missy...." a voiced rang out in the middle of the night. i saw the dead old man infront of me beside my bed waving. suddenly his eyes flipped and turned white..
"ahhhhhhh........!!! help.........!!!" I yelled and awoke. my pillow was soaked with sweat. it was a terrible night mare. i couldn't sleep after that...in fact i couldn't sleep for a whole week. i couldn't sleep soundly. this terrible moaning and wailing would suddenly startled and woke me up suddenly......;9(
i went to the siamese temple which was just opposite sgh on a higher slope. i went there to pray and beg for forgiveness. i din cause the death of the old man, did i?
a kindly siamese monk beckoned me towards him. he instructed me to kneel infront of him and he blessed me by sprinkling some holy water.
whether it was spiritual or what, somehow i felt a big load was lifted from my chest. in a happier condition, i returned to the ward.
this ended my most terrifying -whether self imposed or guilt imposed or maybe real spiritual encounter of my missy days.


next the stupid dupid houseman (blur dr in training)....and his saboing of our male missy....MALE MISSY GO DIG SHIT SAMPLES!!.....

THE SHITS, THE MISSY AND THE BALLS...

next change on the window nearest to u..stay tuned...
have u tried eating balls..whatever balls beside those in between the legs...and the only thing that appear in ur mind is SHITS!!??

THE HAUNTING EYEWHITE LAUHAN

i shall start this haunting story about an old man who died in my hand....sad....up till today i still considered myself the 'cause' of his death...or am i??

THE HAUNTING EYEWHITE LAUHAN

it was another hectic morning in the bowyer's deadman ward. from the moment i stepped into the ward, i was on my toe dry cleaning all the filthy old male patients.
"MISSY!!!" screamed a caustic old bastard. "pang sai!!!...quick...PANG SAI!!" oh shit! this midget idiot's shits were about to bomb out!
zoomed! i ran to the pantry and took the cold steel bedpan and hurry back to him. it wasn't a simple job u know. i some more had to ensure his 'privacy' when he was on that business. shit! i got to screen him with those linen screen on rollers enclosing his bed to form a screened cubicle and waited for him to finish his business.
this stinky caustic idiot old man - sorry i got to curse him - was really giving me hell in the morning!. dong..dong! and he was done. 2 gorli sai ( marble shits) in the bedpan. hell!! it stank like hell!! just like his size - midget and caustic. his shits - small gorli like and stank like dunno what!....;9(
barely had i stepped out of the ward to rid those accursed 'precious', he yelled again...."MISSY...MISSY!! COME BACK....SOME MORE COMING OUT!!!"...........
it was just hell for me! after that shitting torture was finally over, in came the nauseating blur like a sotong houseman. this yayapapaya doctor in training beside sadistising nurses, male missy especially was a know nut case doctor.
and soon, my next hell was commencing......;9(

PATIENT SHOULDN'T BE MOVED MEAN HE SHOULDN'T BE EVEN TOUCHED....

houseman: male missy, c'mon here!....
me hopped to the arrogant blurking houseman's side.
pointing a bedridden old man, houseman said, " please push this patient to the X RAY room. get lung radiated and x ray pics for me ..."
i looked the sign above this old patient: PATIENT MUST NOT BE MOVED.....i turned and looked at the houseman beckoning his attention to the warning of the sign.
houseman: dun be funny ok...just put him on a trolley and wheel him to the x ray room....u doctor or i locter, huh?
what was i suppose to do? he was the locter docter....;9(
after much heaving and pushing, i finally got this old man lying on the trolley. he was staring at me with wild eyes opened. i pushed him out of the ward towards the x ray room.
not far after exiting the ward, his mouth opened wider. he gasped for air. he hyperventilated. louder and louder was his gasping. suddenly, his eyes just flipped. no more black pupils. all white!!
eeeeeeeeks!!! code red!
immediately i pushed the trolley back to the ward and yelled: EMERGENCY DOCTOR....QUICK!! CODE RED!! PATIENT IN TROUBLE...EYES FLIPPED!!
without delay with the help of an amah, i gathered all my strength and carried him back onto his bed. the docter now was a stupid idiot locter. he panic! he was a nervous freak now!
after lying the old man, he took his pulse. NO PULSE!. look into his eyes....pupils missing!!! all whites!!
he hopped onto the bed. thighs spread out on the critical old patient's chest and applied CPR. the spring bed went up and down...down and up.
shit!! panic-stricken docter forgot to lay a bed-rest for effective CPR. u couldn't do cpr on a springy bed, for heaven's sake u stupid houseman!!
by the time he realised his stupidity, it was like past the critical 5 minutes. it was too late. the old patient was dead. kaput!! out cold....GONE...! ....;9(
i was stunned. i froze and stood there. stupedified! blank!.
a sudden gentle tap on my shoulder brought me back from the deep mind freeze. motherly matron consoled me, "it's alright, sar...dun take it too hard...it's life....if he has to go...he has to go...take it easy ok...u go for a short break ok...."
boy! did i need that break!!.....

...continue.....

DUN THINK OF DEATH WHEN U R ALIVE

when one is alive, think of living..how to live honestly and happily.
DUN THINK OF DEATH....
even when one is plagued by the prospect of death like terminal sickness, one must still be happy that one still got the time to living happily.
when u r really face with death.....then u will be sorry that while u r living, u din live. now that death has knocked on the door, it's too late to live.
and death itself has nothing to fear. it's another ticket to another trip in another realm.....
if u ve grasp ur compassion within u, rest assured, u will be guided by the LIGHT to the next journey.
FEAR itself is self imposed. it creates attachment which may make departure of the soul from the shell (ur body) difficult....and that's the saddest part. one suffers cos his soul cannot leave smoothly.....and all those around him suffer along with him...
ornitoufo....;9)
emptiness is form...form is emptiness......
the old patient that flipped eyewhites and haunt the male missy for nights.....how could he got the 'ghost' exorcised.....

when death comes, just say bye bye and go....so easily said, so difficult to be done.
which is why u see people who are already dying still refuse to let go. why? his earthly attachment is just to great. he just too attached to it to allow his soul to transmigrate to the other realm.
with FO ZHAI REN XIN or BUDDHA'S WITHIN ONE'S HEART, the incumbent understands....his tranquility and understanding accede to the the path that his time is up and that he has to 'check out' of the shell or body where his soul has been inhibiting for certain number of years.
that's why we can see why some people die, it's so easy. sleep and then he's gone. again some die very very painfully torturous death. he has to go through the long suffering painful whining process before finally he heaves his last breathe.
for the second type of death, just look at the stressed up saddened faces of those who r still living - his kins, relatives or good buddies. all those who love him, suffering silently along with him....why?
cos the incumbent didn't grasp the idea of death is a release of the soul to another realm....to another journey. whether it's exciting, pleasant or scary....well, if i could get back during one of this trip, i will FR everything to everyone to know.... hahahaha .....;9)
so again, WHILE LIVING, LIVE! DUN THINK OF DEATH. this will come eventually. when it does come, let ur soul departs smoothly...
ornitoufo.....;9)

THE HAUNTING....

THE HAUNTING....

the old patient that flipped eyewhites and haunt the male missy for nights.....how could he got the 'ghost' exorcised.....
COMING TO THE NEAREST WINDOW NEXT TO U....WATCH OUT FOR THE NEXT CHANGE.....;9)

when one is alive, think of living..how to live honestly and happily.

DUN THINK OF DEATH....

even when one is plagued by the prospect of death like terminal sickness, one must still be happy that one still got the time to living happily.
when u r really face with death.....then u will be sorry that while u r living, u din live. now that death has knocked on the door, it's too late to live.
and death itself has nothing to fear. it's another ticket to another trip in another realm.....
if u ve grasp ur compassion within u, rest assured, u will be guided by the LIGHT to the next journey.
FEAR itself is self imposed. it creates attachment which may make departure of the soul from the shell (ur body) difficult....and that's the saddest part. one suffers cos his soul cannot leave smoothly.....and all those around him suffer along with him...
ornitoufo....;9)
emptiness is form...form is emptiness......
the old patient that flipped eyewhites and haunt the male missy for nights.....how could he got the 'ghost' exorcised.....
i shall start this haunting story about an old man who died in my hand....sad....up till today i still considered myself the 'cause' of his death...or am i??
coming soon to the window nearest to u....stay tuned!!

- oo0oo -

when death comes, just say bye bye and go....so easily said, so difficult to be done.
which is why u see people who are already dying still refuse to let go. why? his earthly attachment is just to great. he just too attached to it to allow his soul to transmigrate to the other realm.

with FO ZHAI REN XIN or BUDDHA'S WITHIN ONE'S HEART, the incumbent understands....his tranquility and understanding accede to the the path that his time is up and that he has to 'check out' of the shell or body where his soul has been inhibiting for certain number of years.

that's why we can see why some people die, it's so easy. sleep and then he's gone. again some die very very painfully torturous death. he has to go through the long suffering painful whining process before finally he heaves his last breathe.
for the second type of death, just look at the stressed up saddened faces of those who r still living - his kins, relatives or good buddies. all those who love him, suffering silently along with him....why?

cos the incumbent didn't grasp the idea of death is a release of the soul to another realm....to another journey. whether it's exciting, pleasant or scary....well, if i could get back during one of this trip, i will FR everything to everyone to know.... hahahaha .....;9)
so again, WHILE LIVING, LIVE! DUN THINK OF DEATH. this will come eventually. when it does come, let ur soul departs smoothly...

ornitoufo.....;9)

PAGE 2: suicidal patient

the spread eagle bond young guy had disappeared. the strings were loosen. he was gone!!
"male nurse!! go chase that red undies patient!! he escaped! he's suicidal!!" yelled frentically the matron.
without thinking 3 times 7 equal 21, i zoomed after him. he ran faster up the stair case to the rooftop. i zoomed faster after him...up the rooftop too.
there, he was panting and stuttering. me, what else? OUT OF BREATH!! panting like a dog!!
lts: bloody hell! get down from there and come back with me to the ward!!
i commanded him. he climbed up to the parapet ledge. shaking his outstretched arms wavering his hand at me, "stay back!....stay back!!...i jump i tell u!!"
shit!! this was just great. my first day.....;9(
lts: why u wanna die?...u so young....(bo bian must pretend to be sweet)....and damn handsome...why u wanna die?
the 'handsome' must have done some magic on him. i thought i saw a weak smirk.
red undie guy: i did wrong to my wifey.....i very sorry to her.....i just wanna die...boohoohoohoo......
lts: u die...... u do even bigger wrong. ur wife will be a widow, then how?....she may wanna to kill herself and dies with u!!.....pls lah...dun be like that...come down lah....think for ur wife if u love her....
he appeared to taken my words seriously. he pondered.
lts: today's my first day u know...dun sabo me leh.....if not i quit...and die with u too!!....
he alighted from the parapet. by now the police had also came up the roof top. in a flash, i rushed to him and grabbed him!.
he put up a weak struggle. the police caved in on him and handcuffed him. they led him away. i dunno what happen next but i know my uniform was condemned with his bodily pus which had stained my pristine white attire.....;9(
after the ordeal, returned to the ward. matron was pleased and all praises for me. she consoled me that those pus discharge was not infectious and allowed me half day off.
that ended my dramatic first day at the ward. i dunno what happened to the red undies patient. i couldn't understand what was wrong with him that he wanted to end his life at such young promising age.
but my job was not to understand what's wrong with their mind or lives. my job was there to serve the sick patient......and see them well. other than that, it's
GUAN WO PI SHI!!

WARD STORY: DAY OF THE SUICIDAL MAN - 1ST DAY

after 2 mths classroom relaxing study with monthly pays, it was payback them.
we were deployed to have our practicals in wards and applied what we had learned in our class rooms. my hell was about to begin......;9(

how the chiomissy wrestled with a crazy suicidal guy...yes in brilliant red undies at the rooftop....will he fall to his death?...of course not lah...or else i won't here telling the story right?

THE SUICIDAL PATIENT IN RED UNDIES

my first ward assignment: BOWYER'S WARD....or the dead man's ward.
i was very fresh for my very first hospital day. the motherly matron greeted me with glee cos me cute and handsome lah...hahahaha....;9)
after a brief show round, i was all hands on my job. first thing first, cleaned up all the lauhans or old men patients there. there was a rule here: MALE NURSES ONLY HANDLE MALE PATIENTS. no-no manhandling of female cos the occupational hazzard of being accused of molest was too great to risk....;9(
this was what we called dry cleaning bedridden patients or immobile one, i had to 'dry bath' them. it was a very tedious chore. u wipe soap on a moist towel go over the whole body of the patient. then go over it several times with moist towel wet with only lukewarm water.
after that, must powder patient some more. u may ask: how would i clean that private parts? good question. usually we asked the patient to do it themselves. if the patient is too weak, then no choice, the male missy would just have to clean that parts too...;9(
matron showed me to a guy in brilliant red undies tied nearest to the nurse's station. important note here: the patient nearest to this 'lookout' station is usually the most serious case. those furthest are the least serious. that explains the distance.
this young man was only in his red briefs and tied spread eagle. his body was covered with sores that were oozing with pus. he was restless. i wasn't sure why were he treated like that so couldn't be bothered and continue my dry cleaning one patient after the other.
suddenly........