Grandma got sick and got admitted into hospital since 2 days ago.
Grandpa stayed overnight at to keep an eye on her. Totally exhausted looking and red-eyed.
Surgery had been done to release the blood clot in the head, head was shaven for the procedure, drains put into different places. Limbs restrained to the bed side.
Mentally very frail. Totally disorientated and aggitated and suddenly lost track in front of our very eyes, within seconds. This is already happening in the second consecutive night.
"Where am I, let me go home... let me go home. Loosen me up." The words seeps out from the ward through the corridor.
Being used to seeing other sick patients like this in the past, but this time it is too much for me to handle.
Still have to try to keep cool and calm and reassure everyone. This is too much for everyone, I can feel their despair.
Helping to tighten up the wrist restrain. I don't want to do this, but it has to be done for her own good. Grandpa tried to do that, but this is too cruel for him, i took over.
Missed meals again. In fact I cannot take in much food. Feel sick to eat.
Back home at 11pm. Start revisions and readings and preparing for next day's lessons.
But cannot concentrate too well. cannot think. Nor i had been on form during the day.
Ammendment / Afterthoughts added on 27/10/2005:
"Eventually grandma recovered from her hemorrhagic stroke.
12th December was my birthday and eventually everyone in the
family was too busy and upset to remember that at that time."
