We Have To Be Mindful
On the first day of Hari Raya Holidays, my close friend visited me from Penang together with his family. They wanted to visit my father in the hospital besides relaxing in KL for a short break. My friend parked his car at the visitor's parking lot inside our gated community area. I went to receive his family and we started chatting as we walked. I was excited to show him some nice crawling plants hanging down when I became distracted with my steps. I walked over the covered drain's grills and missed it. I fell right forward into the drain with one right leg inside while I balanced squatting on the left leg. My leg and hands bruised with so much blood & scratches. My bones ached too and I was limping for 3 days.
This was a good lessons for me To Be Mindful Always!
I wish to thank everyone for all the kind wishes for my father to recover. Your concern and all the many blog comments and emails besides the 'private messages' really moved me. You all are so caring and wonderful friends! I should update you honestly, on my father's current situation. He was first admitted after getting high fever which resulted from his lung infections. Doctor found out that his dementia caused him to choke and clog the food inside his lungs. He had to be moved from ICU to CCU and HDU for several weeks and the bill was enough to buy a brand new car. We discharged him to be placed in a nursing home where the nurses could care for him 24/7 while he was recuperating. His plentidful phlegm was clogging his throat and lungs all the time, so they had to do machine suctions every 2-3 hours! That was really a pain and discomfort for my old man who always wrestled with the nurses as his memory loss could not tell him what was going on. He just felt being hurt and assaulted in his throat by masked nurses who looked like terrorists. After 4 days, he developed some lungs infection again and had to be readmitted to the same medical centre at Subang Jaya. This time he has MRSA which is a highly contagious bacterial issue and has to be confined inside a closed 'clean room' with both his hands tied to the bed! My tears would flow each time I had to see my poor father being tied to the bed so that he would not pull off all the tubes and wires on his body. This is so sad as he could not understand what has happened to him. Each time when he could recognize me or my siblings, it was just like winning a lottery prize.
My Father & I.