Hospital A & E
It is the last place where I wanna be, in this world.
From early this year, I have been to KK Hospital A & E 4 times and just yesterday I went to TTS A & E.
Out of those dreadful 5 visits, 3 of them happened within these 2 weeks.
The reek of the medicine, the sound of rubber wheels of the trolley bed rubbing against the vinyl floor, the whispers of the nurses, the humming of medical electronic equipment, the wailing ambulance from afar that insinuate ‘emergency’… I want to get out of there.
To make things worse, the sights and sound of patients groaning in pain is almost unbearable and agonizing. I don’t know them. But I feel for them.
Dad was admitted to A & E yesterday 4pm for super high blood pressure and possible of stroke and heart attack. Having heard about this from my aunt, I called up my brother and Kevin. Both of them rushed to the hospital almost immediately, while I went about an hour later, after knowing that his blood pressure had went back normal after admission.
Drove to the A & E, without GPS, and super heavy traffic, I was lost, I wasn’t driving. My mind is driving me away from the road. I didn’t even know how I managed to reach the hospital.
Somehow, I was led there, by who, how, I have no idea.
Registered myself as one of the visitors; I paced through doors and many countless doors, to reach the observation room. The observation room looked like a war hospital. Trolley beds all around, I have to peer at every sick-looking patient to find my Dad, and I thought I was intruding to their privacy. Anyway, Dad was there, the healthiest looking among the lot. I heaved a sigh of relief.
Dad insisted on getting out of bed and go home, but doctor had instructed him to stay under observation for 8 hours, which means he can only leave the place past midnight. I talked to him and he recalled his encounter to me. I was pretty depressed, that I couldn’t be with him when he needed someone close to him to get him to the hospital. Doctor had asked him to stay for further observation for 3 days, but he vehemently disagreed. We let him have his way. Cause as long as he is happy and I bought him pressure tester to make sure he tests it every few hours.
Don’t want to delve into what has actually happened. I am jaded after standing beside the bed, worrying about what will happen. Dad is back at home.
From early this year, I have been to KK Hospital A & E 4 times and just yesterday I went to TTS A & E.
Out of those dreadful 5 visits, 3 of them happened within these 2 weeks.
The reek of the medicine, the sound of rubber wheels of the trolley bed rubbing against the vinyl floor, the whispers of the nurses, the humming of medical electronic equipment, the wailing ambulance from afar that insinuate ‘emergency’… I want to get out of there.
To make things worse, the sights and sound of patients groaning in pain is almost unbearable and agonizing. I don’t know them. But I feel for them.
Dad was admitted to A & E yesterday 4pm for super high blood pressure and possible of stroke and heart attack. Having heard about this from my aunt, I called up my brother and Kevin. Both of them rushed to the hospital almost immediately, while I went about an hour later, after knowing that his blood pressure had went back normal after admission.
Drove to the A & E, without GPS, and super heavy traffic, I was lost, I wasn’t driving. My mind is driving me away from the road. I didn’t even know how I managed to reach the hospital.
Somehow, I was led there, by who, how, I have no idea.
Registered myself as one of the visitors; I paced through doors and many countless doors, to reach the observation room. The observation room looked like a war hospital. Trolley beds all around, I have to peer at every sick-looking patient to find my Dad, and I thought I was intruding to their privacy. Anyway, Dad was there, the healthiest looking among the lot. I heaved a sigh of relief.
Dad insisted on getting out of bed and go home, but doctor had instructed him to stay under observation for 8 hours, which means he can only leave the place past midnight. I talked to him and he recalled his encounter to me. I was pretty depressed, that I couldn’t be with him when he needed someone close to him to get him to the hospital. Doctor had asked him to stay for further observation for 3 days, but he vehemently disagreed. We let him have his way. Cause as long as he is happy and I bought him pressure tester to make sure he tests it every few hours.
Don’t want to delve into what has actually happened. I am jaded after standing beside the bed, worrying about what will happen. Dad is back at home.
posted by Cel at
4/09/2009 04:52:00 PM
1 Comments:
Oh no! I hope he's ok! *HUGS!* I hope your dad will be ok after this, and no more trips to the hospital for him and for your family.
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