Back to Oslo (Part II) & Drøbak

And so we’re back to Oslo for the final days of our adventure.

The travelling partner decided that Drobak was a must go cos there’s a huge Santa shop that’s opened all year round.

One hour and S$20 (one-way) on the bus later, we arrived at this small laid back town that’s at the mouth of the Oslo Fjord. Apparently during severe winter, all the rich people in Oslo moor their boats here cos the water’s not frozen. When we were there, I think the rich people have moved cos what’s left were lil dingy boats, but still quaint nonetheless.

The weather was beautiful!

Captain Riley sounds just about right for this boat.

Why are they not cold sitting around in the buff?

Captain Kay she says. Check out the colourful houses at the back!

This is Santa’s house in Drøbak. I think my tummy is getting there.

Little elf on the piano… Mozart anyone?

Who let the bear out of the woods?

View of Drøbak from a little hill.

Can’t afford a car in Singapore, this’ll hafta do for now. Flintstones anyone?

One of the few cafes lining the streets of Drøbak. It’s got a very nice cosy feel to it.

Having a beer at the local pub. There were 3 TV screens showing 3 different sports! Love it! This was before we make our way back to Oslo. Same view, so we fell aslp.

The Oslo Opera House, I was a lil upset I’d left my beanie on the bus, but the travelling partner was rejoicing cos she thought the beanie was ugly. O.O

It’s not the camera angle, it’s the slope on the roof of the Opera House!

Some art installation by the Oslo Opera House.

This was also the day we went out pubbing & clubbing with our host, Jan and a Dutch couple from Amsterdam. I must’ve drank at least 4-5 pints cos I could barely remember what was happening towards the end except we were in a really happening club.

At the Vigeland Sculpture Park situated at Frognerparken aka Frogner Park. The Norwegians are pretty darn proud of this park! It’s rather perverse, some of these naked sculptures, but hey, who am I to comment? I find some of them really interesting.

Medusa wannabe.

How not to fall in love with this view? We’re on our way to Holmenkollbakken, a man-made ski jumping hill.

A closer look at the view.

Apparently the FIS World Cup Nordic Skiing was happening whilst we were there! Supporters of all the countries were waving their flags in support. Whilst it was a ticketed event, I got us in free. The ushers willingly let us in, I did say something to them though. Not gonna share it. Trade secret.

I think ski-jumping might be a new addition on my bucket list. It looks scarily cool! Imagine FLYING 80-120m in the air…

Just to show you, this is the height/angle they have to take off at before you achieve the momentum to fly. I might just faint before taking off from vertigo.

Check out the cute dude that photobombed us!

This cafe/house was literally on top of the hill. Getting here was treacherous. Next picture tells you why.

We had to walk down a steep slope where the snow had turned to ice and it was bloody slippery. I posed for this shot, but in reality, I almost fell a few times!

Near the National Theater back in Oslo. A kroner for their thoughts?

Check out this vintage mustang!

Last minute shopping on our final day in Oslo. The weather was really great, a warm 12 degrees, hence the open neck.

We love Norway. It’s fabulous (other than the ridiculously expensive everything), it’s got a good vibe and fresh air. The Norwegians are friendly, the only racism I encountered was an immigrant hobo (the irony).

That marks the end of our epic Scandinavia trip to Norway, Sweden & Denmark. A few items on the bucket list ticked off, but added a few new activities too.

We’ll be back for sure, especially to Tromso.This time, maybe the midnight sun?

The operation after the epic holiday

I guess I should write about the operation.

I’d found out prior to the holidays that I’ve 3 massive fibroid growing around my uterus wall. Click on the word to find out what it is.

I wasn’t worried about the operation, what I was scared of was type of surgery and the recovery period. As the fibroids were huge, there was a chance I’d be cut open. Thankfully, I managed to make it through the keyhole surgery. Nonetheless, it wasn’t that painless either. Let me take you through my journey.

On the early morning or 19 March 2012, I checked into KK Woman’s & Children’s hospital. Everything was seamless and I was feeling pretty calm and relaxed.

At about 11am, the nurse came to wheel me into the pre-surgery ward. I was made to feel really comfortable whilst waiting for my turn. Then at about 11.45am, they wheeled me into the room before the surgery room. The anesthetist was perhaps the 1 major blip in the entire procedure. Not only did he poke the wrong veins, his accent & pronunciation made it EXTREMELY hard for me to understand what he was saying. I got so tired of asking him to repeat that I just nodded my head at everything he said. Was I suppose to bleed so much when he inject the needles on my hand?

All my notions of Grey’s Anatomy was squashed when I was finally pushed into the operating theater. It was stark & cold. The closest thing to the show was the greyness of the room. I was asked to confirm my name and type of operation I was doing. Whilst the nurses were busying themselves with the preparation (sounded abit like a wet market), nerves finally set in (rather late eh?).

Before I could calm myself down, I heard a nurse asked, “Is Dr Tan ready?” The reply came back affirmative and I was told they’ll inject the GA into me right now. I was waiting for the “Count to 5” instruction which never came. 😦

Next thing I knew, I woke up shivering and shaking rather violently on the bed. In the groggy state, I managed to mutter “very pain” & “very cold”. After inserting a suppository up my ass to bring down the pain, I heard “Patient is not breathing”. Not a good sign.

They wrapped me up in warm electric blanket & I had an oxygen mask on. I must say, the oxygen mask was pretty neat. I was breathing really good quality air!

Whilst being wheeled back to my ward, I could see a blur shadow of my mum and that really made me feel a lot better. The next couple of hours was spent drifting in and out of sleep + pain. A few good friends came to visit in the evening and I’m thankful for their companion despite feeling really really groggy and in a semi-comatose state. I slept through the night rather easily.

The kind nurses at my ward (Ward 43 Bed 25) knew when I had to pee and stuck a bedpan underneath my ass. But peeing was a literally pain/bitch. I spent the next 30 mins trying to empty out my bladder. Why? Cos it was burning! They said it was normal and I believe them, but it was at that moment I remember promising myself I will try my darnest not to get myself into this sort of situation ever again.

The next morning, the doctors came to assess my situation. They said I was recovering well despite all the pain I was feeling. Next came the physiotherapist who insist that I get up and try to walk. I had to try to walk to the toilet all by myself! After they remove the oxygen mask and the GA has worn off, I find myself rather restless. Luckily I had family & friends visiting at various parts of the day to make the hospital stay less boring. Thank you to the faithful partner who visited me everyday before and after work. 🙂

I was discharged on the 3rd day and almost 3 months after the operations, I think I’m all good. If possible, I never wanna go through that experience ever again.

I’ll post pictures of the fibroid for those fans of gore soon. Just need to sort out the faulty S100.