{Me}

boredchic
22 years on earth

*loves:

*loathes:
BOREDOM

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SGN

 

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We all thought that he was a healthy old man, minus the fact the he loved to smoke. That was his only shortcoming. Instead, we all turned our attention to the old lady, who had difficulty walking. We accompanied her to the doctor and paid attention to her health, and tidied things around the house only to make sure she doesn't trip and fall. There were simply too many times she fell and hurt herself, but it was nothing too major. Most of our attention was on her, and little on him, since he was able to walk and cycle. His pain, we dismissed, since he refused to see the doctor. We all thought it was his old age, and something normal.

That night, he tried to make his way to the toilet. For some unknown reasons, he fell from the chair. The old lady awoke, but had no strength to pull him up. He bore with the pain for 4 hours, pretty sure that he could take the pain and it was nothing serious. This time, he realised, that the pain was too much to bear, and started to call us. Panic striken, we called the ambulance.

He lay on the bed, frail as he could be. A simple turn wasn't even possible. His hipbone had broke into 3 pieces. They needed surgery for him to screw it back, otherwise, he would not be able to walk. The surgery was nothing major, with a 99-1 success rate. We thought we would be fine. The operation went well, he went out to the recovery ward and then to the high dependency ward and was relocated to the normal wards. We were all looking forward to moving him to the community hospital for recovery. He could talk and eat, bit by bit. We all thought he was really fine.

2 days after the operation, we received a call, telling us he needed a major operation. Something inside was bleeding profusely, and they realised it was a stomach ulcer. That was how we knew that the pain he dimissed off previously wasn't to be taken lightly. The minor op has triggered the bleeding. If only we insisted on bringing him to the doctor then. How wrong would we be. They needed to operate on him to stop the bleeding, and the success rate was only 20-80. We rushed down to wait, hoping that that wouldn't be the last time we saw him.

3hours passed. He was finally wheeled out, but we weren't allowed to see him still. We went home with a heavy heart, despite knowing that the bleeding was under control. The next 72 hrs was critical. We could only hope for the best.

The next day, we saw him, even more frail than before, with all the tubes attached to him. It pierced our hearts. He could barely breathe. How wrong could we be, to take him for a healthy soul when there were so many telling signs? Thankfully, we began to see the light. The bleeding stopped. But the next bomb was thrown right in our face. His lungs were in bad shape, due to the ops and years of smoking. There was nothing they could do, and we simply had to encourage him since it all depends on his willpower.

The 3rd day came, he looked much better. He could talk, slightly, and he was ready to be transferred from the SICU to the high dependency ward, but there was a lack of beds. That spelt a load off our minds. But the ops also left him with an enlarged artery, but not that big to be of a major concern.

We left, still with a heavy heart, but with a load off our mind. All we can do now is simply to hope and pray he will be fine, and he will not need to go through anymore ordeals.

I told him, I will be getting married next year, and I wish for him to be there. Nothing matters more than his presence on the day I share my joy.

Til now, I can only hope and pray my wish will come true.

5:43 PM
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