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Saturday, October 30, 2004

 He Ain't Heavy, He's My Father

This morning (30th Oct 2004) my family went to the hospital because it's a big day for us; it's the day where my father was discharged after approximately 3 weeks after his initial accident event. We arrived early morning in the hospital and were talking to the doctor about his condition. Apparently he was fine but he still suffered some minor amnesia (like forgot where he used to live and what car he's owning) and his right side is making some good progress (right leg can move a little, but has not much strength to stand or walk while he can only twitch his right fingers and a little elbow movement).

Before he was discharged, we settled the bill, which grossly comes to an enormous sum of.... RM 346 *snickers*. Apparently it's quite cheap and it doesn't include the ambulance ride, which goes about RM 47 with some additional 'coffee money' of RM 10 each for the driver and the nurse attendant.

The hospital then arranged for the ambulance ride and it took us about another hour. At exactly about 4:30 PM, the convoy arrived and we rearrange the house to fit the accommodation. After my father was comfortably tucked to his bed, we're chatting around when all of a sudden...

*suspense* (think Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho theme playing in the background...)

...he tried to rise up to go pangsai1! He actually sits up by himself but he has trouble to get to the attached bathroom. I and my mom were shocked by his determination, so I and my brother handed our shoulder to him for support. When we got to the toilet, he sat down and we put additional pillows so that he can pangsai comfortably.

After he took care of his business, we took him up and Mom was cleaning his buttocks. After much cleaning, we then took him back to his bed. It was a surprise to us that he would try to walk 3 hours after his stay in the house! So, after the commotion, he rested and we talk and rest after a day’s of adventure…

1 Pangsai = going to take a dump/shit in the Hokkien dialect

3 Comments:

At 7:40 AM, Blogger N. G. Fainswift said...

Hi Jase!

Ditto! Glad to hear your dad is getting better, and I and the PFY (and, yes, the PFY is a real person, just in case you ever wondered) both wish him "Get Well Soon"!

Ttyl!
Nudmeg 

At 6:59 PM, Blogger ashotiwoth said...

dude... should have called me when you were in SP... :D can belanja you + your family some breakfast... :D
i know a place with nice thosai....:P 

At 9:09 PM, Blogger Jaselee said...

*A left hand is held up with a pointing finger while the right hand with a cutting gesture on the pointing finger...* 

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