Admission
Was at CGH at 5mins to 8am, Early bird I was, but later came to realised that I was really, really early. Maybe they should have told me that I don't have to come at 8am. Think the nurse only told me it opened at 8am, but I may have mistaken it that I have to report at 8am. Sheeeesh!!
But in a way it was good I came early, came to realised that when they rescheduled me from Friday to Tuesday, they didn't changed my bed booking. I wasn't reserved any bed. Only through the good work of the receptionist, after several phone calls, and rescheduling of someone bed, was I alloted a bed. So, I was finally admitted.
Ward 1518, a nice 4bed room. I was told I couldn't keep my stuff as it was a temporary bed, so my wife had to take them away. I would have nothing with me. Oh I would be wearing their "uniform" of course, not stark naked, if anyone was thinking that I would be! Naughty mind! haha.
So when my wife left, I was practically alone and without any possesion I was so alone! My bed was next to the window, so most of the time I stared at the sky outside, nothing else to look. I watched as the sky turned from blue to cloudy, as the clouds changed from white to grey, to white again, then often greyish. In-between cloud watching, my mind turned to thoughts of people I knew. My family, and the various people I came to know recently. I guess it was a time of restrospecting. Of those I called friends.
I didn't have my watch with me, and I couldn't see any clock, well if there was any I couldn't see as I didn't have my specs as even that I couldn't keep. Visiting hours was 12 to 2pm so when some people came in to visit one of the patient, it was probably around noon. I was wondering, if I had told any of my friends, would they come if they could? I dared not ask anyone for I didn't want to be disappointed when nobody came. For I would be very looking forward to have a friend visiting me. I felt very lonely at that moment.
One by one, each patient was wheeled away, but I was still there. Think I was there seven hours at least. I was the last to leave the room. Think I heard it was 3.50pm somewhere during my journey to the operation room. And that is another story ...
Parting is such ...
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It is easy to miss someone, but hard to forget that person, especially you
are close, have strong feeling for that person. So don't stay away, keep in
touc...
14 years ago