My brother had an accident!
Another major milestone in my life - which prompted me to write another entry, even though I am super tired and its now 3.30am in the morning. I just explained to my father about the condition of my brother.
I did not even bother to write when preparing for my wedding and my new house, which incidentically is only 3 days away (ROM) and I just got the keys to my new house on Friday. (Yes, Don, we are officially neighbours now!)
The feelings I had, the first ever and hopefully, the last time ever..
- the loss i felt when I went to A&E to enquire on my brother's whereabouts, and they had to figure out and re-direct me to the right place,
- the "wu zhu" I felt when told by the nurses to wait again and again,
- the anxiousness I felt when the doctor explains to me over the phone the need for my brother to undergo an immediate surgery as I have yet to reach the hospital,
- the relief when I finally saw my brother out of the operating theatre, alive and not really kicking,
- the horror when I saw the photos of the injury the hospital took before he went for surgery, there's a bloody big hole in his calf with a big white bone sticking out of it!
- the anticipation when waiting for the doctor's verdict,
- the dread when I knew that recovery is slow, painful and not 100%
- the anger I felt when I found out abt the hospital's stupid rules abt only collecting back your belongings from A&E during office hours! Think we really do rely too much on hp nowadays... all the impt no. are inside! I dun think I can remember any no. to call at the office should I am in my brother's position. Who will memorise your colleagues' hp numbers nowadays??
Its quite funny when one suddenly realises how little you know of your own family member only when an accident occurs. I did not even know my brother had drug allegies and I had to rack my brain very hard to think of any medical history he had when the doctor asked me. Lucky, my brother also cant remember much about his own medical history.
Now I really can identify with the song, shi shang zhi you ma ma hao... my mum will be able to know all these stuff... And I think she will kill me and my dad when she comes back from Genting and know that we hid the accident from her.
Its really sweet that one of the utmost things on my brother's mind is that he cannot attend my ROM and I have no photographer for the event.
Its really dangerous riding a bike. I hope all car-owners out there will watch out for bikers when driving. Its safer to drive but yet more dangerous as you will be the one who will kill pple instead now.
The person who knocked my brother down better not be at fault and better not be a cab driver...
I did not even bother to write when preparing for my wedding and my new house, which incidentically is only 3 days away (ROM) and I just got the keys to my new house on Friday. (Yes, Don, we are officially neighbours now!)
The feelings I had, the first ever and hopefully, the last time ever..
- the loss i felt when I went to A&E to enquire on my brother's whereabouts, and they had to figure out and re-direct me to the right place,
- the "wu zhu" I felt when told by the nurses to wait again and again,
- the anxiousness I felt when the doctor explains to me over the phone the need for my brother to undergo an immediate surgery as I have yet to reach the hospital,
- the relief when I finally saw my brother out of the operating theatre, alive and not really kicking,
- the horror when I saw the photos of the injury the hospital took before he went for surgery, there's a bloody big hole in his calf with a big white bone sticking out of it!
- the anticipation when waiting for the doctor's verdict,
- the dread when I knew that recovery is slow, painful and not 100%
- the anger I felt when I found out abt the hospital's stupid rules abt only collecting back your belongings from A&E during office hours! Think we really do rely too much on hp nowadays... all the impt no. are inside! I dun think I can remember any no. to call at the office should I am in my brother's position. Who will memorise your colleagues' hp numbers nowadays??
Its quite funny when one suddenly realises how little you know of your own family member only when an accident occurs. I did not even know my brother had drug allegies and I had to rack my brain very hard to think of any medical history he had when the doctor asked me. Lucky, my brother also cant remember much about his own medical history.
Now I really can identify with the song, shi shang zhi you ma ma hao... my mum will be able to know all these stuff... And I think she will kill me and my dad when she comes back from Genting and know that we hid the accident from her.
Its really sweet that one of the utmost things on my brother's mind is that he cannot attend my ROM and I have no photographer for the event.
Its really dangerous riding a bike. I hope all car-owners out there will watch out for bikers when driving. Its safer to drive but yet more dangerous as you will be the one who will kill pple instead now.
The person who knocked my brother down better not be at fault and better not be a cab driver...