Dad was admitted into GH for almost a month, here in my hometown as it was nearly December that time which was also Back-To-School month. Dad refused to go Singapore to seek for his medication as there would be no one here to help us with our stationary, uniform etc. During his hospitalization here, I would everyday went to accompanied him during the holidays and after schools. I saw how those practical doctors poked on my Dad to find his vein for injection. Dad that time was super skinny and all the veins popped out but yet they can't poked the right hole. What they can say is, "Sorry, uncle. Try next hand." FUCK YOU!!
Mum was the best mum and wife. For the whole one month, she was with Dad the whole time at the hospital at night sleeping at the wooden chair, tolerating Dad's craving and all with us here back home seeking for her attention desperately. Being in hospital almost everyday in the normal class ward had really opened my eyes. Everyday, more and more patients coming in with all types of illness.
I've actually seen a patient with convulsions. He was placed right beside Dad. It was noon that day, after visiting hours, with Dad taking his nap and I was doing my homework when suddenly nurses pushed a bed thru us to the empty bed beside Dad's. Being curious, I peeped over when suddenly the man was shacking rapidly and uncontrollably. Few doctors and nurses were needed to hold him into place. Then, the curtain was pulled and everything went quiet again.
There was this Negro or African doctor who was very good. I don't know him as when he came checking Dad, I was always away but his needle was never missed. With him doing the injection, there's no pain in Dad's face as I looked. He's in a calm state which I am very happy of.
There's also happy memory there. Mind you, it's in single form and not plural form. This one happy memory is when Dad decided to go back home for a few hours that day. I pushed Dad quietly out of the wards, down the corridors that very afternoon, into Mum's car that was waiting for us down below. Dad went home for about 3 hours that day, taking his time to shower and seeing his kids after so long being admitted. And yeah, I was the only one beside Mum that went to the hospitals. The rest of the siblings were not allowed to go to the hospital as there's lots of disease and all there.
We got caught when Popo phoned our aunt who was working as a nurse there at the hospital to informed that Dad had went back. LOL! When we're back to the hospital, the nurses there scolded me for our sweet getaway. Whatever. As long as Dad's happy, I don't mind. -_- There's time where we sneaked in food for Dad as hospital's food taste real bad. And there are times where close relatives and friends that came to visit Dad, giving him encouragement and all.
Today, going to the same hospital again, those memories emerged from the very back of my thoughts. Along the walking corridors, me and Mum went on and on about how we used to come taking care of Dad, being in the same floors as Dad used to be, the familiar pavement and all. Both of us agreed that time flies. in a blink of an eye, Dad has left us for almost 5 years 6 months already. One thing for sure, we missed him dearly. Those memories being with him keep him alive in our hearts.
Miss you, Dad!
On the way home, Mum went doing throwback. Life was no easy in her younger days. Her dad, my Grandpa passed away when she was 3. Mum was born in Hospital Kandang Kerbau (old name), and was now Mount Elizabeth. She was a Singaporean. After her dad passed away, Grandma brought them back here to her hometown, Terengganu. It was Ku Kong that settle all their citizenship and all. Life was no much difference back here. Grandma went doing small business all around to keep their stomach full. Life was indeed hard.
Today, no doubt, we have a better live than my Mum's. Living comfortably, stomach filled and with no worries. Younger generations today should be grateful for what they have. Take Kevin, the useless brat for example. Recently he just bought Samsung Grand at RM 1199. At so young age, he started to compare what others have and what he does not have. At 12 years of age, a phone that cost almost people's one month salary is a big deal for me.
I first got my phone at 12 y/o too. It was far from what he get. I got a secondhand phone from Dad, Nokia 6100 which was originally his for my rewards for getting 3rd in class for Year 5 year end exams.
This was already good that time. It has colored screen, GPRS and all. The moment when your friends started to wow at your phone was almost as good as eating McDonald's GCB. Few years later, the phone's function started to deteriorate and that when I found a Nokia 3100 in Dad's bin. Picked it up and surprised that it can still function. I used it till Form 4.
A wave of Sony Ecicsson hit that year. Later that, after PMR, I started working part-time and managed to collect enough money to buy a Sony Ericsson C 902 which is still in good condition till today.
Back in 2012, end of June, Mum bought me a Samsung SII as I'm going study aboard with all using 'smak' phones, I do not want to left out too. Besides, communication is way easier with Whatapps, Skype and many more. Not a year using the phone, in May 2013, I literally 'soaked' (that what's Mum called it) the phone into the sea water when I brought Xiao Ai to the beach for a swim. Mum realized that I can't live without a phone and she gave me her S II to use. Till now, I'm still happy with my S II. No plans in near future to change a phone thou I really love Samsung Note 2.
Kevin? He started using phone early this year with a RM 400 Samsung Galaxy (Y)oung before selling off to the maid who is going back at that time and then bought a RM 1199 Galaxy Grand.
Kids these days !@#$%^&*
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