Week 12 : Pre Operation Physiotherapy Helps Me

Apart from the inconveniences I encountered and still encountering though not similar, the constant fear that resurface, there is also this tough work of getting yourself to the rehab centre. Having spoken with many patients that has injuries to spine, shoulder, wrist, calves, knees and ankle ( to-date, only these patients I met ), I realized most of them finds it hassle to come for physiotherapy sessions. Some finds it a waste of time even. Some finds it costly to pay for their sessions. 

Often we hear people saying that health is important. True enough. As often as we hear people saying this, it is also often we see people neglecting their health. And I am no exception. To be frank, my condition was not good at all. Both knees had their own set of seriousness. Someday I shall share with you my condition. As of now, I prefer to focus on recovery and the journey of it. 

As a person who went through this whole journey for about 9 months now, 6 months of pre operation physiotherapy and 3 months of post operation physiotherapy and even witnessing and talking to patients who went through similar surgery but without pre operation physiotherapy, I would say there is a huge difference. What I am about to say here touches the aspect of investing time for physiotherapy sessions. Money aspect aside though. 

Take for example my own condition, I think I would not have made it this far if it was not for pre operation physiotherapy. I remember very well the very first session I had with the centre. It was painful. My muscles were so stiff and it could hardly do IRQ  (inner range quads). The exercise in the video may look easy to normal people. But, for someone with a condition like myself, it was a painful exercise. And this is just one of the basic exercises to strengthen the muscles around the knees.

 

Regardless how much pain you have to endure before the surgery, trust me, it is worth every bit of it. It made post operation physiotherapy easier. As the muscles were warmed up way before surgery, in other words, activated, the muscles are actually ready to take on the next level of tests. 

I learned that my condition did not take me 3 months to build its muscles strength. It took 6 solid months. That is how bad I was. Both therapists and doctor never objected to my target of getting the surgery within 3 months. Reason being, none of us know the amount of strength my muscles had. It was poor alright. It was like about 6 years or so that I never been to the gym or doing any real exercises.

Patients who dived straight to surgery, thinking they could handle post operation physiotherapist often gets frustrated with the fact they cannot achieve the speed and strength of doing certain exercises. They constantly complained about tremendous pain. I was told that our muscles have memory. And since you have yet to activate them and decide to move straight for surgery, this is actually the price you have pay.   

I was and still am disciplined. My ultimate goal has helped me this far and able to be as disciplined as possible to attend 3 sessions of physiotherapy in a week; whereby each session last between 2 1/2 hour to 3 hours, has so far bore me exceptionally good recovery. And I thank you God for this. 

Every patient gets to learn about their own condition and even learn a thing or two about health, correct (techniques) and targeted exercises and even our own body anatomy. What more can you possibly ask for in a rehab centre apart from getting help for your own condition? 

Talking about my goal. It is a simple goal - I would only opt for TKR ( total knee replacement ) only when I am 60 year old of age and nothing sooner. Now, I am praying for a miracle where I need not endure another surgery in future and certainly do not want to be wheelchair bound.  

Week 11th : Doctor Was Impressed

Me and doctor bumped into each other on 21 May 2015. I was there for my physiotherapy session and he was happy to see me. I, on the other hand, not really that excited. Mainly because I did not want the topic of the nursing home to be brought up. 

Doc   : Ah... Finally... I get to see you here!

Me    : Hi, doc.

Doc   : How are you progressing?

Me    : Okay.

Doc   : Tell me you can run.

Me    : And you know well that this will be like a year from now?

Doc   : This is important. You are important.

Me    : Every patient is important.

Doc  : But, you are a priced patient.

Me   : Priced as in P-R-I...what?

Doc  : C-E-D. Priced patient. Important.

Me   : All patients are. 

He walked away and told a female patient of something which I did not listen because I was in pain while a physiotherapist massaged one of my ankle.

Doc   : But, I heard somebody want to zumba ( and the conversation continues when he walked back to the end of the bed I was sitting on )

Me    : ( And how on earth he knew that? I have no idea )... ( silent )

Doc   : Unless I heard it wrongly. Or did I?

Me    : ( still keeping quiet )

Doc   : You got to walk well first.

Me    : Which reminds me of something. I will show you later since she is massaging my knees.

Moments later, before I could show him what I intend to show...

Doc   : Come. Walk for me now. Come.

Me    : Basically that is what I want to show you because last time, for the second time, you said I walked like someone who just got circumcised ( some little giggles was heard )

And I did my catwalk. I could not give it a damn if I walked like a crab or whatever.

Doc   : How long are you now ( into recovery ) from the day of surgery?

Me    : This is the 11th week after surgery.

Doc   : ( all smiling broadly )

The next day I received a Facebook message from one of the physiotherapists who treats me. And the message is...

Facebook message from one of my physiotherapists

Doctor was impressed. Impressed with the way I walked. Senior therapist reported to me with a serious face of how impressed doctor was. The way I walked was normal. The thing is, the fear of the sudden muscle cramps and sudden locking of the knees or failure of extension of one of the knees were there. You have no idea the possible dangers I might be at! 

For me, I am grateful for a lot of things. And I must say that I could never be where I am now if it was not for the Lord's mercy and grace on me. Truly. All praises to the Lord. 

Everyone ( as in the doctor, the physiotherapists, rehab therapists, my great cell family, my friends and colleagues, they have been fabulous. Thank you Julie for recommending me to the doctor too. Dad been cool in being my mini bodyguard throughout the last few weeks. The nursing centre played a great role too as they were there for me for 5 solid weeks, right after me being discharged from the hospital.

Consultation with Doctor....What?! You Do Not Know How Ketupat is Cooked?!

On May 2nd, 2015, my appointment with the doctor was early. Got the date set about 2 to 3 weeks ago. And last visit was the highlight of the recovery session. He found the way I walked funny. I went like " It ain't funny, doc! "

But, still... he found it funny mainly because I am still walking like a crab ( this is what I prefer to describe the way I walk as for now ). So, this round I got Julie to tag along as she also needed to see the doctor.

The first thing he did was to ask me to do the 'catwalk'. I, on the other hand showed him the x-ray that was done July last year and also in year 2011. He was disappointed that the one in year 2011 does not showed the top view of the knees. One thing learned. You need to have the top view of the knees to be x-rayed for reference.

The 'catwalk' was a mini session. The rest was a solid 20 minutes food and health educational lecture. In total, I have like a good 25 minutes consultation session with him.

Straight to the point, shall we? And this is how the consultation went between me and doctor :

Doc   : Walk for me.
Me    : Huh? Before I forgot, I brought something which you asked for weeks back. Hope not too late.
Doc  : What's that? X-ray?
Me   : Yeah. You said you want to compare.

Doctor took out the x-ray result taken in year 2011 and compare it with the current one. Only to find out that, like I mentioned before, the missing top view of the x-ray. The one taken last last year will then be compared to the one I am about to take by end of this month.

Doctor teased me again ( yes, again ) about my stay at the nursing home. Well, so long everyone was happy, as in doctor got to enjoy his session of consultation ( mini entertainment session during stressful consultation by doctor is a must. Doctor is human after all ), Julie entertained in a way and me...me... just being me basically.

Doc   : You still walk like someone been circumcised.
Me    : You did muscle release what. So, I need a bit of time to adjust to this new situation.
Doc   : Not new. Temporary.
Me    : Yeah. Temporary.
Doc   : Now... You got to cycle everyday.
Me    : Everyday?!
Doc   : Yeah. Why are you so surprised? You need to. At least an hour.
Me    : ( considering my choice of word now ) I don't have a bicycle at home.
Doc   : Then get one.
Me    : How to ride? I mean I am not even stable. And to ride at the middle of the road?!
Doc  : Get one like in the physio centre.
Me   : House too small. No space.
Doc  : There are ways.
Julie : Gym la!
Me   : ( Ahem! ' Thank you '. That is really of ' great ' help now because doctor gets to have a longer lecture with me )....
Doc   : Precisely. Just do not understand why patients are so stingy to invest in their health. Do you know what out of 100 household, 20% has bicycle at home. And out of 20%, only 1% that cycles? And where does the 1% at?
Me    : Gym?
Doc   : Right. So... get that started and start taking red meat. Helps a lot with the growth of the cartilage. How's your diet, by the way?
Me    : More on fish and chickens and vegetables.
Doc   : Not enough. You need red meat for iron. If you eat fish and chicken, then your cartilage is like fish and chicken texture. You need iron.
Me    : Hmmm...
Doc   : You see... Do you know ' ketupat '?
Me    : Uh-huh.
Doc   : Do you know how they are prepared?
Me    : ....no....
Doc   : No?! You do not know?!
Me    : I sincerely do not know. I just know how to eat them. C'mon, doc! Not a very surprising thing that females nowadays does not know how to cook! I am not you. You are passionate about cooking. Not me...yet...
Doc   : Tell me that you know how rice are cooked. ( look hard at me now )
Me    : Aiyah...that one I know la... Should have said rice not ' ketupat '.
Doc   : ( hand gestures of someone praying ) Thank you God that she actually know how to cook rice... Thank you... ( still praying hand gestures ). Now... your cartilage is still growing. And this is the best time to feed the cartilage. You do not expect the food you ate will eventually fall straight to your knees just like that. No. There are holes which I drilled and those holes need to be fed. And no other way than cycling. You need to compressed those nutrients into the holes. Make it hard. But, not too hard. Like cooking rice you see. Rice when they are cooking, you see some holes in between the rice, right?
Me    : ( nodding my head )
Doc   : And that's how it should be. You feed those holes. Cartilage needs to eat too. They need nutrients to grow become harder. But, not too hard. It has to be just nice. Density just nice you see.

Jokes aside. On a serious note.

Questions and answers for easy understanding.

1.   Can I still take calcium tablets even when I am fully recovered?
      Yes. But, I do encourage you to take natural resources of both calcium and glucosamine. Try not         to pamper your body with tablets or pills.
      My view : Great point. If not, why does God bother to create all these for us human to consume?

2.   Can I play basketball after full recovery?
      Advisable, no. Basketball is a rough sport. Too many fast and rough movements which involve the knees. Twisting especially.

Meanwhile, the hunt for the full length photo of myself is quite daunting. Manage to find this one which is really a disappointment. Taken in April 2011.

9th Week of Recovery & Progressing

Maybe this is the only best full length shot I have of myself that reveals my knees

My recovery has so far been more of a surprise than an anticipated one. At least for me. 

For the very first time, I fell asleep during my physiotherapy session while doing hamstring curl. Half way through, with the cooling air-conditioned space and a clean and comfortable bed ( is that what you call it anyway? ), I doze-off in no time. I was caught red-handed by the rehab centre's receptionist, whom then related it to the therapist who treated me. Gosh...

As I walked around at home often without any clutches at all, but, still near to the wall or some heavy furnitures for support, I can sense that my muscles are really working. There are some muscles tightness on the side of the thighs, slight pain on the knees and ticklish pain on my calves when they are swelling badly. All these are normal challenges I need to go through with.

While talking to my therapist during one fine physiotherapy session, I realized that I forgot to take down a photo of my knees before the surgery. Goodness! I went through my stack of photos in my phone and I really could not find any photo of it. How sad! And most of my photos are photos of me wearing long pants. And mind you, this is the secret of me having smooth skin for my calves, my dear therapists! Lesser sun exposure to skin, the more wonder to it!

Maybe I do have one. Somewhere. I would not know until I dig out all those old photos in my portable hardisk. The thing about having one as record is that to remind myself not to pull any more stunts that could damage my dear knees. The only thing I might be able to show in near future may probably the X-ray I took in July 2014 and one some time this month. It would be a comparison of my previous and current condition. By then, I would describe the condition of my knees before the surgery. 

The journey, though physically painful, it is still, as what Boon said, a memorable one. She had been through it with one of her knees and she knows what it is like. As for me, having two knees to be repaired at one go, no words can describe the feeling I have. Not that I am proud of the courage I had and the perseverance to grit through this. I am not. Basically, I am amazed even to this very moment with a lot of things. And for this I got to say that, all glory to God.

Today, my colleagues realized that I was walking much much better than last week. I felt so too. Hope this is not too early to say. Touch wood! Touch wood! But, seriously. Last week, I walked much crab-by than today. The muscles reaction is much quicker too. 

How did I know that it is quicker? It is because I nearly tripped and fell that it comes to my realization that it has improved. Nowadays, the chances of me enduring muscle cramps and sudden knee-lock are much frequent. I took extra precaution as I walk and always need to remember that I still need the clutches to walk to further distance and uneven ground. There are mornings where my dad needs to remind me to bring my clutches ( now you can imagine how eager I was to fully recover and be able to do normal things again ).

Apart from pains, cramps and muscle tightness around my legs, I also suffer these to other part of my body. Like today, I accidentally twisted my left arm ( between the elbow and shoulder. But, nearer to the shoulder ). And that does not help with stairs and slopes as I rely mostly on the strength of my arms and hands with the clutches to support myself around.

Whenever my knees are tired or in pain, I will transfer the strength to my hands and arms and to the clutches. Now with a twisted left arm, I need to have my legs more mobile and handle the situation the best of the knees ability.

Returning Back to Office

Yesterday was a very tiring day for me. Not at work. Not mentally. But, physically. 

I was glad to be back to work and at the same time dreaded the fact that I am back doing what I was doing. Making this as honest as possible, I am looking forward for a change of career path. That also mean sacrifices needed to be done. At this point, I suppose that is not possible. God has better plan than mine. 

Keeping this post as short as possible, before heading to bed for a good night sleep, I shall say that adapting to the busy work life is no fun when you are armed with elbow clutches and easily tired muscles.

I battled with bad calves swelling and also tiredness around the knees and thighs. The luxury of time I had in controlling the swelling is no longer available. The agony of not able to join your colleagues for lunch and catch up with the news happening in the office is not there neither. 

Though doctor been really optimistic of me holding a single clutch, I suppose no one knows this better than I do. I really thought I was strong enough to walk with one single clutch. Maybe I was wrong. I almost tripped and fell while walking from my car to home. Both knees suddenly could not bend when I was walking. 

My left foot hit the ground hard and my right stood still while I used both clutches to balance myself. For a split moment I thought my face was going to hit the ground. Praise the Lord that it did not. Or else I would not be able to type this post.

I will be asking my therapist soon about this. 

Hangout with Mindy

Tosei at Hor Spring Village, Setapak

Fear Resurface

I have mixture of feelings today. My morning was greeted with heartbreaks. Later part of the day, a comment made by a male patient sunk deep into my thoughts.

It bothers me a couple of days and I could not get it off my mind that I approached the senior therapist. Then it comes into my realization that " Hello! Roslyn! As if you didn't know! You knew and what are these all about? "

Yes, I did read about my condition. Now that I am " repaired ", like what a friend said, God is giving me a second chance in life. I am grateful for this. I truly do. And this is why I did and will continue do all I can so that I would not have any regrets.

Words are so powerful that it can either bring one up or down. And I cannot believe that I was defeated with simply a line of sentence.

This Saturday, while most people be away for the long break, I will make a visit to the doctor's clinic to get myself inspected and obtain green light to go back to work next week. However, me being my own doctor and a patient, all at the same time, I think I am good to go back to work.

The boys in the office will definitely be glad to have me back. In a way, I do too. The idea of a messy desk, however, is less of the ideal picture. And yes, someone is going to get some serious lecture from me when it comes to tidiness. 

Family Photos

One for the Album

The Inconveniences

One thing about having to hold a pair of elbow clutches is that when it rain, you got to choose between walking in the rain or stay put in the car. And I choosed to stay in the car and... of course catch some sleep.

This is one of the inconveniences I faced. I have yet to take into count the inconveniences of :

1. Doing groceries shopping (which I did before with got the rehab centre's receptionist telling the therapists. Happened when I was in my 5th week of recovery)

2. Walking on wet surface (I almost slip and fell a couple times)

3. Carrying a bag (struggling to bring minimal stuffs)

4. Picking up things which are on the floor (it helps a lot when you have a flexible body unlike me. But, after countless times attempts of picking things up for myself, I think I am getting slightly flexible)

Lunch @ PJ Section 2

Be INSPIRED

I may not know where my destiny is. But, i do know my goal in what I am going through now.

Attending physiotherapy sessions are easy. Enduring the pain is a different set of story. Nothing compares to the day when the doctor told me to get off the bed for the very first time after the surgery. I can never forget the pain I endured. Only God knows. My cries were heard by Him. Honestly, I can never go through what I went through without Him.

The remaining process is to build back the strength and to constantly be inspired by things and people around me. I have quite a long journey for recovery. A long journey to sustain the recovery period. A very long journey to keep everything intact and working well.

As I am recovering, I wonder where my life is leading. I know all happened for a reason. I questioned things like what all this is actually about, my callings and stuffs. The list goes on.

Some people has been asking me how I can sustain or go through this. Seriously, prayers the answer. I pray and somehow I have the energy to go through all these. I am nothing without Him. Think I can go through this alone? No way.

I tried my level best to be inspired. Apart from the people around me and people I come to know along the course of recovery and pre surgery, I watch a lot of videos that are inspiring, to remind me that I need to press on and that I have to press on.

And the video like this one is one of them.

It Ain't Funny, Doc!

On 10th April, I did a follow-up with doctor. I was about to sit myself down on the bed for him to inspect my knees when he sat on the other side of his office and told me to walk without my elbow clutch.

My eyes the size of sesame seeds went bigger.

Doc : Don't tell me you didn't curi-curi walk without clutches before...

Me : ( still looking at him surprised ).. I...

Doc : Small steps. Don't tell me you didn't...

Me : Yes, I did but...

Doc : Good. I know one! So, now... walk for me! Do some catwalks. Three rounds. I want to see.

And I walked.

Doc : Eh! Why so fast?!

Me : Why?! Why?! Wrong? Am I doing this wrong?! ( panic stricken )

Doc : No (smiling). No... not wrong. Continue walking.

Me : ( in my mind was " Apalah! Buat suspend orang je ... )

Doc : You know what? You walked as though you just kena sunat. And only thing missing here is the sarong...

Me : ( This ain't fun I am tellig ya... ) Muscles still weak. What do you expect, doc? My knees can suddenly gaveway and I might end up in the OT...

Doc : ( still teasing me about the way I walked and told it to the nurse who was watching too )

Me : ( This ain't fun... ) I am serious, doc...

Doc : You're progressing and your right leg will be a strong leg like I told you before.

Me : You fixed me and you know better than I know my knees. So long I do my part (physiotherapy).

Doc : Okay. You can wear your shoes.

Me : ( Obviously he forgot the challenge he threw at me two weeks ago ) That's all?

Doc : Yes.

Me : ( Adjusting my seat next to him ) Obviously you forgot.

Doc : What did I forget?

Me : Wait. You'll see.

Doc : See what?

Me : You will see. Wait.

Doc : What is it?

Me : Patience, doc. Patience...( Still adjusting my seat )

Then I stood up from the chair without my hands supporting myself. Doctor went amazed. Took a seat back.

Doc : Do it again! (All excited)

Me : Haiya... Again...

And I did it again.

Doc : Great! In three weeks time, I want to see you stand on one leg and hold for a minute.

Me : Huh?! (Aiyooo... why la I reminded him of the challenge?!?!)

Doc : Yup.

Me : I regret of reminding you. Next time I won't.

Doc : Next time you won't need to cos I am writing this down.

Me : ( Me and my big mouth -__- )

First Time Driving After Surgery

Yeah! I am driving! I can drive!

Leaving Nursing Home for Home Soon

The therapists have given me the green light to drive. And that was last week with the condition of driving between 50 to 60 km per hour. City driving speed. And I have yet to drive my own car even when Julie drove my car yesterday. She did not allow it.

Today I got a double nod since therapists had upgraded the type of exercises. Doing well despite pain. There are some certain part of the thighs which are still in pain when contracted. But, hey! At least it is contracting better than weeks before.

I will be leaving the nursing home for home this weekend. Am certainly going to miss the folks here. Some of them may not remember me any more once i left. But, it does not matter. I do. And that all matters to me.

I have gained way lots of good experiences here in this nursing home. And it makes me realized that I need to do something about myself and my life. Things that I only know. Things that will make me see life in a very mature way. Things that really reflect life itself.

Truly grateful to be where I am now. This is where I stayed for the past 5 weeks.

Aftermath of Mini Roller

Ouch!

I underwent four hour long physiotherapy today. Tired as always. However, there are good results. No pain. No gain.

This is the aftermath of the mini roller.

Speaking from Experience

I noticed some improvement with my knees. Lesser pain to the knees each time I lift up my legs from the floor to the bed and vice versa.

Had a tiring session yesterday with solid 4 hours of physiotherapy. Today is a lighter one. Never a session where I would miss out SLR as it is the toughest form of exercise for me. The soreness and pain and struggles in contracting and locking my knees and ankles in lifting it up.

Boon was right. Days do passed by quickly when you have physiotherapy sessions about half the day. Fighting pain and also gritting your way through with some exercises in order to give the good ol' wake to the weak muscles.

I skipped lunch at nursing home and ate nasi lemak with rendang ayam today. Uber my way back to nursing home in a Viva. Got to remind myself not to head home immediately after physiotherapy if the time coincide with lunch hour. Traffic was bad.

Was looking back at photos of the day I was in hospital. Reminded me of a lot of things which happened. It feels like as though it happened just yesterday. Should I say " What a journey it has been.. "? Maybe it is way too early to say so.

Sitting comfortably on the bed now, I asked myself if I would want to be where I am in another year time. I asked myself if I should take a leap of faith and listen to the wisdom of many of my close friends. I think I should. No... not I think. I should. That is the right word.

Doc, and now you know...

Mini cycling

Doing cycling to even out the fluid in my knees after injection. I am grateful that I have lesser swelling this time. And best thing is, this is my last round of injections. Halleluyah!

Doc seems pleased with my progressed. Gave me another challenge - to stand up without hand support and he would want to see that in two weeks time when i go for follow up.

He did not advice me to play badminton and basketball in future. A price I have to pay with chondral injuries I had. As sad as this might sound, this is a fact... as for now. Hehe...

On the other hand, I am encouraged for squash, tennis and ping pong. Will consider about this ya, doc.

Kept reminding me that my right leg would be the stronger leg despite the challenges I faced with it.

And yes, he still teased about me staying in a nursing home. Haha. I was surprised that he spared some of his time to hear me out and how I can have a mind to be able to stay with a number of folks.

Doc, now you know why...

" Now I know you have high pain threshold...it is in the blood..., " he said.

I do not know if I should be proud of this. All I know is this is the last surgery I ever need to go through in my life!

Miracles & Glory to God

Right after surgery

Up and about in a couple days time!

Cannot believe that today has been 17 days after the surgery. I have started to use elbow clutch as per therapists advice.

I would not forget the day when doc told me to put my legs down from the bed. Most painful moment. It was the 15th days of Chinese New Year. Customarily, a day where young ladies and young chaps would find love.

I, on the other hand, on the day itself, made a call to one of my beloved therapists and cried my heart out, despite being told of the possible temporary complications and battling not just physical pain but emotional pain as well.

The day I was tested was the day I cried to one of my closest friend, over the phone, that I could not withstand the pain and to God that it is too much to bear. There is so much painkillers could do. The rest, as they said and I believed, is that I need to overcome.

As nerve wrecking as it was, I took those painful steps. Doc had the utmost confidence in me. Nurses had the patience with me. My cell families was there for me carrying with them love and taking turns to visit me daily during my course of stay in the hospital. Friends I known in Griefwalk came to see me. The moment I opened my eyes, one of them was there and she came more than once to give support.

My beloved therapists are ever so supportive and have complete faith in me that I would recover well. They welcomed me with smiles the first day I got to rehab centre for my physiotherapy. I had small surprises in between the sessions. Not only discovering my capabilities each time I got there for sessions, I also found possible lasting friendships.

The folks, whom I prefer to call as housemates are ever so adorable. Reminds me of my past. And in certain ways, reminds me of my late granny. I love them. Adorable and sweet. Their wisdom ever amazes me. Who says grannies ain't fun?

I really am grateful for everything I have now. I truly do. God has good plans for me. Plans I may not know of still... I discovered things about myself. Things I never knew before this.

It is not about the gifts. But the thoughts. I am easily contented even with a message or call. Knowing I am in their prayers or thoughts.

My journey in life is long. Obstacles which I know will strengthen me and brings together closeness of friendships.

I cherish every moment I have.

Pain Tolerance & UberX Boyfriend

I went hardcore with physiotherapy today. Four long hours. And I must say only an athlete can take such long hours of pain.

However, one of my physiotherapist told another one who treated me today that my pain tolerance is high and be less afraid when I wrinkled my eyes in pain. Only when I suddenly sit up that he or she needs to stop massaging my calves and thighs. And that means the pain is at its peak.

I may probably able to manage transportation arrangements for myself too. Today I took cabs. UberX all the way to the nursing home in a SWIFT that got my caregiver a slight evil smile on her face when the driver was a finely dressed man with shades.

They thought he was my boyfriend. Hahahaha! And owner of the nursing home even urged me to get his number so as to have him drive me back and forth. Honestly, I prefer to have different drivers. I like flexibility.

My Birthday Cake for My Beloved Therapists

Special ordered cake from Cake Tella

Ordered yummiest apple mille crepe cake from talented Mr Eddie Tan of Cake Tella to treat my beloved therapists. 

Two thumbs up!