It was time for appointments with the doctors again. Fortunately, I was free and the day was spent in the hospital. A lot of emotions felt and seen. You see beds surrounded by nervous family members, as if getting nearer to their sick loved ones can increase the recovery speed or some sort. You can also see beds without anyone around, leaving the already pitiful-looking patients look more fragile and lonely.
I got a mini heart attack this morning when I realized my grandmum fall down in the toilet because she was too weak to support herself in the toilet due to the fasting. Thank god no where else hurt except for some wounds on her leg. Falling can cause really serious consequences, especially on the elderly. Although she kept assuring me that she will be careful and she knows how to take care of herself, the worries are not going to go away that easily. If everything is that easy and predictable, there will be no existence of 'accident'. What can I do? Pray hard.
While waiting for the endoscopy procedure, ah ma was complaining about being hungry. She was not allowed to eat or drink since 12 o'clock midnight and the dinner yesterday was so light that I think it would not even fill my mouth, not to mention the stomach. It was almost 12 in the afternoon. I kept walking up and down searching for doctors and nurses to remind them that someone old was in the state of thirst and hunger. They provided explanation patiently, though no immediate actions taken. I was told that many else were in a more severe condition. Perhaps I was not understanding enough, I think that we should not let an old, weak, hungry and thirsty patient to wait for too long.
Wait and wait and wait. Finally it was my ah ma's turn. Looking at the colon showed on the screen, I prayed that everything would be alright. After the procedure, it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I who had a full bowl of meehoon in the morning already felt the stomach growling. When asked when can my ah ma had her food, the nurses replied that the people from respective wards were supposed to take her back. So, 'on the way' was the answer. After another half an hour, I can wait no more. There I went back to the ward, bugging one of the nurses. In my opinion, they were quite helpful and considerate. Nevertheless, their speed and responsiveness in doing things may let more patients endure the suffering longer. They can be more efficient and effective. Otherwise, it is all okay.
So, there was another round of waiting. It was okay for both me and ah ma by then as she already had her stomach filled. While eavesdropping on a conversation between a filial son and his mum who suffers a stroke, I fall asleep rather quickly after the long day of running around. When it was time to go home, ah ma was really happy, so was I. Hope I did not leave an impression of being noisy, nasty or disturbing, though I think I did.
At times, I feel tired when I need to bring ah gong and ah ma for different appointments, especially when the dates are close to each other. In general hospital, a minimum of 4 hours waiting time awaiting us, besides the trouble of looking for parking space. Therefore, my dad would be the target for me to vent my frustration. His reply is always able to soothe me and make the whole thing easier to go through. There was no difference that time. ' You should be grateful to have the privilege to serve the elderly, your grandparents, because not everybody gets the chance.' This will stay in me forever as a reminder, to serve with patience, care and love.