Pissed....
a perfectly normal sunday has been spoilt by my mum...shes really got a big prob with her thinking...crazy paranoid old woman..helping her to do things and yet shes so impatient...told her i dun wana eat lunch n she thinks its bcoz i dun like her cooking...wth...cant i juz not feel like eating...its almost impossible to talk to her...all her views and comments are mostly negative... outdated...or influenced by her auntie frens...whom i believe are not much better or worse off...
she wanted to go over to cousins place to pass her stuff and asked me to call her...whats wrong with asking my cousin "will you be home later??"
she grumbles about everything...dads in hospital and she hasnt even gone to visit once...cant blame coz shes prob busy with the chores at home and her own commitments...but when dad says he dun wana stay in hospital and wana come home...she commented hes acting like a kid...cmon lor...its a hospital...its no fun to stay there...the boredom...the lack of freedom to move about...constantly being checked by nurses...even in the middle of the night...needles being poked into your body...dad had 3 tubes of blood drawn on fri...and another 2 yest...sounds fun??
and when i try to explain how staying there is like...she can even tried to justify her comments..."can slp there all day...got tv to watch...got personal phone line to use"...arrgh...
i have to admit that my dad n i are not even remotely close at all...in fact the people im closest to among all my relatives...parents n brothers included...are probably my 2 nieces...
i went to the hospital with my dad on the day he was admitted...and something i had never expected happened...when i heard that dad could have a minor stoke...though it was prob less serious than the one he had 3 years ago...my emotions started acting up...think if i had ask the doc any more qns my voice would start to shiver...
and when another doc poked some needle thingy in one of the veins at the back of his hand...and then push the needle all the way up...i could almost feel the pain...and i can tell that dad felt it as well...but was controlling his expressions...i never liked needles...
he was prob very worried about his condition at that moment...coz as we are sitting on the seats waiting for the ward to be prepared...i saw the look in my dads teary eyes and the expression on his face...its like as if he was feeling so miserable and helpless and at the same time crying silently inside...it was like a look of fear...
and then i couldnt help it anymore...i had to pretend to turn away and look at the ceiling to avoid making a scene...and carried on talking to my dad...turned back only when i was sure that it was safe to do so...thankfully i was able to control myself for the rest of the wait...always thought that im able to control my emotions no matter what happens...hmm...
everytime i think of tt incident i would get all teary as well...i had never seen tt look on my dads face before in my whole life...and it was a really really scary look...
and the best part is...dad heard from the nurses that the thingy that they poked into the back of his hand is for patients who have to be on the drip...and it turned out to be redundant...so they removed it last nite...it prob saves plenty of precious time in emergency cases and some other reasons...but my dad dint need it...juz dun understand y they had to poked it in...and leave it there for 3 days...and remove it before hes even discharged...if its not necessary then y insert it in the 1st place?? im sure that if for some reason tt thing is needed in the end...me n my 2nd bro will make a lot of noise...the other 2 bros are more "understanding"
she wanted to go over to cousins place to pass her stuff and asked me to call her...whats wrong with asking my cousin "will you be home later??"
she grumbles about everything...dads in hospital and she hasnt even gone to visit once...cant blame coz shes prob busy with the chores at home and her own commitments...but when dad says he dun wana stay in hospital and wana come home...she commented hes acting like a kid...cmon lor...its a hospital...its no fun to stay there...the boredom...the lack of freedom to move about...constantly being checked by nurses...even in the middle of the night...needles being poked into your body...dad had 3 tubes of blood drawn on fri...and another 2 yest...sounds fun??
and when i try to explain how staying there is like...she can even tried to justify her comments..."can slp there all day...got tv to watch...got personal phone line to use"...arrgh...
i have to admit that my dad n i are not even remotely close at all...in fact the people im closest to among all my relatives...parents n brothers included...are probably my 2 nieces...
i went to the hospital with my dad on the day he was admitted...and something i had never expected happened...when i heard that dad could have a minor stoke...though it was prob less serious than the one he had 3 years ago...my emotions started acting up...think if i had ask the doc any more qns my voice would start to shiver...
and when another doc poked some needle thingy in one of the veins at the back of his hand...and then push the needle all the way up...i could almost feel the pain...and i can tell that dad felt it as well...but was controlling his expressions...i never liked needles...
he was prob very worried about his condition at that moment...coz as we are sitting on the seats waiting for the ward to be prepared...i saw the look in my dads teary eyes and the expression on his face...its like as if he was feeling so miserable and helpless and at the same time crying silently inside...it was like a look of fear...
and then i couldnt help it anymore...i had to pretend to turn away and look at the ceiling to avoid making a scene...and carried on talking to my dad...turned back only when i was sure that it was safe to do so...thankfully i was able to control myself for the rest of the wait...always thought that im able to control my emotions no matter what happens...hmm...
everytime i think of tt incident i would get all teary as well...i had never seen tt look on my dads face before in my whole life...and it was a really really scary look...
and the best part is...dad heard from the nurses that the thingy that they poked into the back of his hand is for patients who have to be on the drip...and it turned out to be redundant...so they removed it last nite...it prob saves plenty of precious time in emergency cases and some other reasons...but my dad dint need it...juz dun understand y they had to poked it in...and leave it there for 3 days...and remove it before hes even discharged...if its not necessary then y insert it in the 1st place?? im sure that if for some reason tt thing is needed in the end...me n my 2nd bro will make a lot of noise...the other 2 bros are more "understanding"
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