As mentioned in a few of the previous posts, I went for a session at the Burmah Road's Mayfair Bodyline and I'm finally going to blog about it.
Long post ahead guys.
First, you need to know that I'm not one of those girls who would fork out own money to go to slimming centre like this one. Let me tell you how I got it.
One of the things I like to do is read people's blog. One of the blogs that I follow is fourfeetnine. Yes, that's the blogger's height and once she posted about her experience at Mayfair in KL and she had a some sort of contest where you need to tell her why she should give you the free visit to Mayfair. Tell her your story basically.
So, I wrote to her on my story.
Here's how I wrote it.
Okay, never mind. I clicked on the comment section but it won't load and I clicked for like ten times already. forget it. Basically, I wrote about how I was wheeled into the emergency section and had to go under the knife because the doctors couldn't tell what was wrong with me. It was after they cut me open that they found out that, "Oh, it's perforated appendicitis!"
Oh and this is how I know I was one of the lucky winner!
Back.. I'm not blaming the doctors though. The process from getting me x-rayed to inserting tubes to pushing me to a sudden surgery when I started to have a fever happened very fast. So yeah. I made it a very short 'story' so it's just main points to the event.
One thing I remembered clearly of writing was the reason why I wanted the free visit to Mayfair Bodyline. I told her that even though it has been two years since the surgery, I'm still very much upset with the scar that I got. It's long and ugly. Not only that, ever since the surgery, a part of my stomach is always bloated and there seems to be a lot of air in it. I have never gotten a flat stomach since. Not even when I left the hospital.
I stayed in the hospital for 5 days. I remembered asking for permission to leave on a Sunday morning. Doctor agreed but to one condition and one condition only. I must not eat anything other than porridge. Nothing else. Of course I agreed immediately. Porridge is like one of my favorite food okay.
Anyways, when I left the hospital, I lost about 8-10 kg. Crazy right? It's not that shocking for me because during that whole 5 days, I did not once swallow anything other than few drops of water everyday. DROPS OF WATER.
I had tubes all over my body and one of the tubes channel some salt-liquid-thing into my body acting as food and water. Something like that. The other tube was to channel morphine into my body. That one very funny because I was my own boss. Anytime I felt the post surgery pain, I just had to press the button and the morphine would help take away the pain.
Once, it felt painful and super uncomfortable so I pressed the button, but for the first 1 minute nothing happened so I pressed again. At that time, no one was with me because my mom and sister went back home to shower. When Rachel came right after I pressed for the second time, I asked her, "Why is the fan turning so fast and touching the floor?"
Her expression was priceless. She looked at me very puzzled and worried, then she turned to look at the morphine monitor and realized that it has increased two times than before she left. I told her I pressed twice. She laughed and I knew that time that I should just sleep and I did. After that, I never press for the morphine anymore. It made me feel like a crazy person.
Anyways, back to this. So, even when I lost about 10 kg, my stomach remained big. At first, I didn't really bother by it because I knew that it was probably swollen after the cut. Then, I slowly gained back my kilograms to a normal weight of 44kg. Guess what happened to my stomach?
Nothing. It remained bloated. It probably grew bigger because I did put on more weight after that. So that was the frustrating part.
Fourfeetnine mentioned that by winning this free visit, your body will be examined by the consultants and they will be recommending treatments and stuff to help. I wanted to win this because for once, I would really like to hear from the professionals.
I made appointment and got to the place.
I got myself checked (sort of) by one of the lady consultant and she recommended that I go through 4 types of treatment. Unfortunately, I had a few mosquitoes bites that time and can only do the other 2 treatments next time.
This time I can only do two that concentrates on my tummy.
Honestly, I didn't think she understands completely what I meant when I told her about my surgery and the scar. I know that there was nothing that I can do about the scar but I just needed to know if there's a treatment that could reduce the stomach size.
At one point, she even say it's purely fat. I burst out laughing and said, "Yeah lo!"
I don't think it's purely fat. *self denial* I mean, for sure got fat lah cos I have been putting on weight like no one's business, bu the thing is the part where it bloats, it's from the top of the scar till the bottom. Outside of it no more bloating. Or maybe my scar is so long that it covers the whole area of tummy la.
So, the first treatment is called Suction something. I can't remember what it's called. Another lady came in and did this for me. She assured me that it was going to hurt just a little.
LIES!
It's sort of high-powered suction kind, and it hurts like crazy. She could tell because of how my body moved. NO PAIN REALLY NO GAIN! Oh and after a while it feels less painful because already numb.
She did on one side of my stomach and then asked the lady consultant to come in and check. She took a picture of it to show me the difference.
Oh I forgot to mention that because there wasn't anything that they can do with the scar and they are convinced that it's purely fat, it's best to do the suction to break out the fats or something. I not sure because after they say it's purely fat, my ears closed d. Haha.
Also, she pointed out that my waist is starting to grow bigger, like can see it's slowly getting out of shape and stuff. Goodness. Boleh pengsan.
Anyways, this suction thing cannot only do for one time. For it to be more effective, it has to be done like 2-3 times a week. And for 7 times (got promotion for bloggers' winners), it will only cost about RM1,200 instead of normal price which is about RM1,700.
I knew this was coming. No, I did not get it of course.
Wait, i'm jumping on my story.
So, after she did the suction on one side, she showed me the difference. She asked me can see or not. I nodded although honestly I didn't see any difference.
The left side is a bit red because of the suction. She pointed to me the left side of the waist and right side.
I see no difference. It looks the same to me.
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Anyways, besides that suction treatment which I feel is completely pointless for me since I'm going to do it once only and never again, let's look at the scar.
The scar that I've never dared to really talk about or take photos of it.
Oh, in case if you're wondering what stomach bloated all she's talking about. In this photo, it looked like the kind of tummy I had before the surgery. Maybe because I'm lying down, that's why here it looks flat.
Anyways, this is one miracle. When it was a fresh scar, it used to be one dark drown long line through my belly button. It was horrible. Not to mention the end of the scar is like mutilated or something. If you see it close-up, you'll hate it too.
Now, when I look at it, it gets better. It gets easier on the eye. Also, if you see closely on the left, there is another scar. Just in case if you are wondering, our apendiks is on the right side of your body. So, even when my whole apendiks exploded and infected my big intestines, they still had to open up a tiny hole which is not really that tiny to drain out whatever toxic that's left behind. That requires another tube of course. Speaking of tube, the fourth tube I had on me was for the extra liquid to come out in the form of urine. Yes, it was SUPER uncomfortable when they insert the tube into my peeing area. If I knew, I would ask them to do it after I smell the 1..2..3..4..zzzz gas.
I don't know if it's because it's General Hospital that I got such a scar. I don't know. I knew that there were more than 10 people in the operating theatre. Yes, I had time to count how many people were actually going to see my whole body. I only had one cloth covering my body and nothing else and then what made it more challenging was when they transferred me to the surgery table. FOR SURE MADE OF STEEL! It was like lying on ICE! Kid you not. Seriously though, could it have been a better looking scar if I went into a private hospital instead of GH? Maybe but GH is best when it comes to emergency cases. That or God has got His eyes watching over me and my interesting life :) I think it's both.
I have many questions in my head even up to now about this experience. No questions of why I had to go through it. More of what ifs.
Did you know that the same night I was admitted, there were two other men that was wheeled in for the perforated appendicitis surgery?
Did you know that the two men did not make it and I did?
I suffered the abdomen pain for 24 hours before I told my parents to take me to hospital because the pain was too intense. What would have happened if I decided to wait till the morning to go hospital?
It was midnight when I was sent in. All the what ifs.
Through this, I hold close to my heart this verse. It gives me such a deep sense of security of life. At this age, you can't stop yourself from worrying about the future and all the things that's gonna happen. You can't.
So, believe in the One who created you and wants the best for you, even when that means a bit of physical/emotional pain once in a while. That's how one gets tougher.
I have it all planned out. Plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for -Jeremiah 29:11-
I HAVE TO STOP JUMPING EVERYWHERE WHILE TELLING A STORY!
After the suction, I was escorted to the end of the hallway and was asked to stand on a vibrating machine that has infrared lights.
No pain this time phew.
You know now it's like a trend to get one of those exercising machine where you stand on top of it and it vibrates/shakes. Can always see they do roadshow in the malls. Children are always attracted to these things. Let me google it for you.
So, all I need to do was stand straight, hold the side and be like this for 10 minutes. The machine will move for a good 10 minutes. I thought it wasn't that bad until the infrared lights got hotter a little and my thighs felt itchy.
Not allowed to scratch sumore. Only can gently tap it. Apparently, it's supposed to be itchy. It means that the toxic is coming out or something. I don't know lah.
The shaking part really very nice. I can feel my butt shaking its fat like crazy. Also, makes me feel like my butt is as big as Kim Kardashians or something.
Speaking of that, her game is so addictive. I actually stopped Candy Crush because I got hooked on her Hollywood game.
It's very girly? Not really lah. Very diva-ish, as how Koay would like to describe it.
So, that's pretty much the part one of my experience with Mayfair Bodyline so far. I still have part two which I haven't even make any appointment yet.
If not mistaken, it's going to be wrap up something. Chilli mask or something like that. Sounds pretty interesting since I love everything spiceyyy. I should stop babbling now since this post is really a long one.
It feels good to finally talk about the surgery procedure and stuff although it's not very organized.
Maybe one day I will write a timeline of that night. I can still remember okay. Such a memorable night.
Okay bye.
First, you need to know that I'm not one of those girls who would fork out own money to go to slimming centre like this one. Let me tell you how I got it.
One of the things I like to do is read people's blog. One of the blogs that I follow is fourfeetnine. Yes, that's the blogger's height and once she posted about her experience at Mayfair in KL and she had a some sort of contest where you need to tell her why she should give you the free visit to Mayfair. Tell her your story basically.
So, I wrote to her on my story.
Here's how I wrote it.
Okay, never mind. I clicked on the comment section but it won't load and I clicked for like ten times already. forget it. Basically, I wrote about how I was wheeled into the emergency section and had to go under the knife because the doctors couldn't tell what was wrong with me. It was after they cut me open that they found out that, "Oh, it's perforated appendicitis!"
Oh and this is how I know I was one of the lucky winner!
Back.. I'm not blaming the doctors though. The process from getting me x-rayed to inserting tubes to pushing me to a sudden surgery when I started to have a fever happened very fast. So yeah. I made it a very short 'story' so it's just main points to the event.
One thing I remembered clearly of writing was the reason why I wanted the free visit to Mayfair Bodyline. I told her that even though it has been two years since the surgery, I'm still very much upset with the scar that I got. It's long and ugly. Not only that, ever since the surgery, a part of my stomach is always bloated and there seems to be a lot of air in it. I have never gotten a flat stomach since. Not even when I left the hospital.
I stayed in the hospital for 5 days. I remembered asking for permission to leave on a Sunday morning. Doctor agreed but to one condition and one condition only. I must not eat anything other than porridge. Nothing else. Of course I agreed immediately. Porridge is like one of my favorite food okay.
Anyways, when I left the hospital, I lost about 8-10 kg. Crazy right? It's not that shocking for me because during that whole 5 days, I did not once swallow anything other than few drops of water everyday. DROPS OF WATER.
I had tubes all over my body and one of the tubes channel some salt-liquid-thing into my body acting as food and water. Something like that. The other tube was to channel morphine into my body. That one very funny because I was my own boss. Anytime I felt the post surgery pain, I just had to press the button and the morphine would help take away the pain.
Once, it felt painful and super uncomfortable so I pressed the button, but for the first 1 minute nothing happened so I pressed again. At that time, no one was with me because my mom and sister went back home to shower. When Rachel came right after I pressed for the second time, I asked her, "Why is the fan turning so fast and touching the floor?"
Her expression was priceless. She looked at me very puzzled and worried, then she turned to look at the morphine monitor and realized that it has increased two times than before she left. I told her I pressed twice. She laughed and I knew that time that I should just sleep and I did. After that, I never press for the morphine anymore. It made me feel like a crazy person.
Anyways, back to this. So, even when I lost about 10 kg, my stomach remained big. At first, I didn't really bother by it because I knew that it was probably swollen after the cut. Then, I slowly gained back my kilograms to a normal weight of 44kg. Guess what happened to my stomach?
Nothing. It remained bloated. It probably grew bigger because I did put on more weight after that. So that was the frustrating part.
Fourfeetnine mentioned that by winning this free visit, your body will be examined by the consultants and they will be recommending treatments and stuff to help. I wanted to win this because for once, I would really like to hear from the professionals.
I made appointment and got to the place.
I got myself checked (sort of) by one of the lady consultant and she recommended that I go through 4 types of treatment. Unfortunately, I had a few mosquitoes bites that time and can only do the other 2 treatments next time.
This time I can only do two that concentrates on my tummy.
Honestly, I didn't think she understands completely what I meant when I told her about my surgery and the scar. I know that there was nothing that I can do about the scar but I just needed to know if there's a treatment that could reduce the stomach size.
At one point, she even say it's purely fat. I burst out laughing and said, "Yeah lo!"
I don't think it's purely fat. *self denial* I mean, for sure got fat lah cos I have been putting on weight like no one's business, bu the thing is the part where it bloats, it's from the top of the scar till the bottom. Outside of it no more bloating. Or maybe my scar is so long that it covers the whole area of tummy la.
So, the first treatment is called Suction something. I can't remember what it's called. Another lady came in and did this for me. She assured me that it was going to hurt just a little.
LIES!
It's sort of high-powered suction kind, and it hurts like crazy. She could tell because of how my body moved. NO PAIN REALLY NO GAIN! Oh and after a while it feels less painful because already numb.
She did on one side of my stomach and then asked the lady consultant to come in and check. She took a picture of it to show me the difference.
This is her trying to get a nice shot of the stomach.
Oh I forgot to mention that because there wasn't anything that they can do with the scar and they are convinced that it's purely fat, it's best to do the suction to break out the fats or something. I not sure because after they say it's purely fat, my ears closed d. Haha.
Also, she pointed out that my waist is starting to grow bigger, like can see it's slowly getting out of shape and stuff. Goodness. Boleh pengsan.
Anyways, this suction thing cannot only do for one time. For it to be more effective, it has to be done like 2-3 times a week. And for 7 times (got promotion for bloggers' winners), it will only cost about RM1,200 instead of normal price which is about RM1,700.
I knew this was coming. No, I did not get it of course.
Wait, i'm jumping on my story.
So, after she did the suction on one side, she showed me the difference. She asked me can see or not. I nodded although honestly I didn't see any difference.
The left side is a bit red because of the suction. She pointed to me the left side of the waist and right side.
I see no difference. It looks the same to me.
Anyways, besides that suction treatment which I feel is completely pointless for me since I'm going to do it once only and never again, let's look at the scar.The scar that I've never dared to really talk about or take photos of it.
Oh, in case if you're wondering what stomach bloated all she's talking about. In this photo, it looked like the kind of tummy I had before the surgery. Maybe because I'm lying down, that's why here it looks flat.
Anyways, this is one miracle. When it was a fresh scar, it used to be one dark drown long line through my belly button. It was horrible. Not to mention the end of the scar is like mutilated or something. If you see it close-up, you'll hate it too.
Now, when I look at it, it gets better. It gets easier on the eye. Also, if you see closely on the left, there is another scar. Just in case if you are wondering, our apendiks is on the right side of your body. So, even when my whole apendiks exploded and infected my big intestines, they still had to open up a tiny hole which is not really that tiny to drain out whatever toxic that's left behind. That requires another tube of course. Speaking of tube, the fourth tube I had on me was for the extra liquid to come out in the form of urine. Yes, it was SUPER uncomfortable when they insert the tube into my peeing area. If I knew, I would ask them to do it after I smell the 1..2..3..4..zzzz gas.
I don't know if it's because it's General Hospital that I got such a scar. I don't know. I knew that there were more than 10 people in the operating theatre. Yes, I had time to count how many people were actually going to see my whole body. I only had one cloth covering my body and nothing else and then what made it more challenging was when they transferred me to the surgery table. FOR SURE MADE OF STEEL! It was like lying on ICE! Kid you not. Seriously though, could it have been a better looking scar if I went into a private hospital instead of GH? Maybe but GH is best when it comes to emergency cases. That or God has got His eyes watching over me and my interesting life :) I think it's both.
I have many questions in my head even up to now about this experience. No questions of why I had to go through it. More of what ifs.
Did you know that the same night I was admitted, there were two other men that was wheeled in for the perforated appendicitis surgery?
Did you know that the two men did not make it and I did?
I suffered the abdomen pain for 24 hours before I told my parents to take me to hospital because the pain was too intense. What would have happened if I decided to wait till the morning to go hospital?
It was midnight when I was sent in. All the what ifs.
Through this, I hold close to my heart this verse. It gives me such a deep sense of security of life. At this age, you can't stop yourself from worrying about the future and all the things that's gonna happen. You can't.
So, believe in the One who created you and wants the best for you, even when that means a bit of physical/emotional pain once in a while. That's how one gets tougher.
I have it all planned out. Plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for -Jeremiah 29:11-
I HAVE TO STOP JUMPING EVERYWHERE WHILE TELLING A STORY!
After the suction, I was escorted to the end of the hallway and was asked to stand on a vibrating machine that has infrared lights.No pain this time phew.
You know now it's like a trend to get one of those exercising machine where you stand on top of it and it vibrates/shakes. Can always see they do roadshow in the malls. Children are always attracted to these things. Let me google it for you.
Nah. Something like this. On the left photo. Mine is with infrared lights facing your tummy and thighs.
So, all I need to do was stand straight, hold the side and be like this for 10 minutes. The machine will move for a good 10 minutes. I thought it wasn't that bad until the infrared lights got hotter a little and my thighs felt itchy.
Not allowed to scratch sumore. Only can gently tap it. Apparently, it's supposed to be itchy. It means that the toxic is coming out or something. I don't know lah.The shaking part really very nice. I can feel my butt shaking its fat like crazy. Also, makes me feel like my butt is as big as Kim Kardashians or something.
Speaking of that, her game is so addictive. I actually stopped Candy Crush because I got hooked on her Hollywood game.
It's very girly? Not really lah. Very diva-ish, as how Koay would like to describe it.
So, that's pretty much the part one of my experience with Mayfair Bodyline so far. I still have part two which I haven't even make any appointment yet.
If not mistaken, it's going to be wrap up something. Chilli mask or something like that. Sounds pretty interesting since I love everything spiceyyy. I should stop babbling now since this post is really a long one.
It feels good to finally talk about the surgery procedure and stuff although it's not very organized.
Maybe one day I will write a timeline of that night. I can still remember okay. Such a memorable night.
Okay bye.