Moonlight Shadow
The past week has been punishing for me. Try to finish work by 8.30p pm and then rush down to NUH to see my dad. Bring him a copy of Lianhe Wanbao and a cup of hot tea. Kudos to NUH staff who, although the rules say that visitors must leave after 8 pm, allow visitors to stay with their loved ones through the night. Some rules are worth throwing away.
On Wednesday, I got down too late and dad was already sleeping. In the darkness of the ward and with pale moonlight streaming in from the window shutters, I thought my dad looked old and shrunken on the bed. The ward looked extra depressing in the dead of the night. At one corner, a half retarded patient was wheezing badly.
It had not been the nicest of days. Someone stole my dad's new handphone (s$300+) in his ward cabinet. My dad was so mad that he almost had a fit when he discovered the theft. Had to calm him down and accompany to the police station when he ranted at the poor police officers on duty. But you know what is the best thing? The theft made him so mad that he was energetic for hours.
He is due to release tomorrow and doctors would have to decide whether he can go for the bypass. As he is old and has a whole host of medical problems, doctors reluctantly told me that chances of failure of the ops (thereby resulting in death or a stroke) is high i.e. 10-15%. For me. the odds are still good.
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Tonight, before I went to my dad, I had dinner with a old friend from NUS. I don't have too many friends from NUS, so he is someone special to me. He asked me out to catch up on old times and asked about my dad. I was happy to meet up with him. However, I am disappointed because half way through at Pepper Lunch, he started selling me something off a MLM (pyramid) scheme. I never thought he would do this really. I turned him down as politely as I can since I don't have spare cash to buy anything anyway.
Sometimes I wish things didn't have to turn out this way. All I want is to sit somewhere and read a book in peace instead of worry about money, life and death.
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On Wednesday, I got down too late and dad was already sleeping. In the darkness of the ward and with pale moonlight streaming in from the window shutters, I thought my dad looked old and shrunken on the bed. The ward looked extra depressing in the dead of the night. At one corner, a half retarded patient was wheezing badly.
It had not been the nicest of days. Someone stole my dad's new handphone (s$300+) in his ward cabinet. My dad was so mad that he almost had a fit when he discovered the theft. Had to calm him down and accompany to the police station when he ranted at the poor police officers on duty. But you know what is the best thing? The theft made him so mad that he was energetic for hours.
He is due to release tomorrow and doctors would have to decide whether he can go for the bypass. As he is old and has a whole host of medical problems, doctors reluctantly told me that chances of failure of the ops (thereby resulting in death or a stroke) is high i.e. 10-15%. For me. the odds are still good.
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Tonight, before I went to my dad, I had dinner with a old friend from NUS. I don't have too many friends from NUS, so he is someone special to me. He asked me out to catch up on old times and asked about my dad. I was happy to meet up with him. However, I am disappointed because half way through at Pepper Lunch, he started selling me something off a MLM (pyramid) scheme. I never thought he would do this really. I turned him down as politely as I can since I don't have spare cash to buy anything anyway.
Sometimes I wish things didn't have to turn out this way. All I want is to sit somewhere and read a book in peace instead of worry about money, life and death.
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posted by Captain Obvious at 7:44 AM
2 Comments:
Alemak... we'll meet up soon...
Meanwhile, hang on there..
I am sick again. sigh..
Nay. Dun worry. What can you do anyway? My dad already discharged. You should rest.
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