Sunday, 9 June 2024
Today, I received the best message from Alycia since the unfortunate mishap that happened four days ago. She informed me that the doctor had given her the green light to be discharged from the hospital. This meant her wound was healing well, and the prospect of going home filled me with immense relief and joy.
The process of getting discharged, however, was not as swift as we hoped and I had expected it from my previous experiences in other private hospitals. We waited over two hours for the necessary discharge procedures. While Alycia remained in her room, hubby, Cass, and I decided to have lunch at one of the nearby restaurants. Given the limited choices, we opted for Windmill Restaurant, a place with a nostalgic touch for us. Windmill has been serving old-school coffee house food for decades, and it was around even when we lived in Shah Alam in the early 2000s. Their menu includes classics like chicken chop, chicken Maryland, steak, mango salad, oxtail soup, and mushroom soup, just to name a few.
After a quick meal, we returned to SJMC, only to find that the invoice was still not ready. I had to expedite the process by urging the staff to follow up on our paperwork. Finally, after over two hours of waiting, we received the invoice, which listed many items in detail. The total came to nearly RM28k! It’s astonishing how a finger surgery with reconstruction can cost almost RM30k. This makes me anxious about the potential costs of Cass’ upcoming urinary tract surgery, which she will likely need in two years. All medical costs related to Cass’ urinary tract and kidneys will not be covered by her insurer as it’s a congenital issue, unless proven otherwise.
Fortunately, Alycia’s insurance will cover the majority of the hospitalization costs, though we still have to pay a maximum of RM1k along with some miscellaneous charges. This financial relief is a silver lining amid the cloud of medical expenses.
Reflecting on last year, Sherilyn was hospitalized in July due to a severe bout of hives, and now it’s Alycia’s turn. An eerie detail that sticks with me is the way my right eyelid twitched non-stop for a week before Alycia’s accident. It seems my eyelids have a knack for warning me of impending trouble, nine out of ten times.
As we navigate these turbulent times, I am grateful for the resilience of my family and the support of our insurance. Here’s to hoping for a smooth recovery for Alycia and a health-filled future for all of us.
The boneless chicken wasn’t grilled but deep-fried. It was bacon-thin and dry. We kept laughing over the chicken as it was so thin as if it was hammered before going into the fryer. It’s something that I will not order again.
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