Hospital stay

I was in the hospital from Monday to Wednesday. While the rest was good, I developed a headache just being there in the room, inactivity and not sleeping in my own bed. Husband dearest, took half day off in the afternoon on Monday, compassionate leave on Tuesday and annual leave on Wednesday. Monday was to get my stuff such as clothes, toiletries and undies, Tuesday was to spend some time with me and Wednesday to take me home after the discharge.

When was the last time I was admitted? It must have been 8 years ago giving birth to Aliah. I know I was in hospital for my kids admission a few times. Everytime the kids get sick or in the case of Aliah when she broke her arm (since Aliah hardly ever gets sick), mothers like me get the privilege of staying at the hospital to accompany them. So hospital stays are not foreign to me but I was not at home with it either.

The last time I was in Gl*****les, I was visiting a friend who was dying from cancer of the esophagus. I think it was in 2007. I visited her with my colleagues from office who knew her in her professional capacity as a banker. While waiting to be allowed to enter into her room, I caught a glimpse of her and that prepared me emotionally to deal with her state before meeting her. Arwah insisted to shake hands with everyone and her voice was very deep (not the usual soft tone that we are accustomed to and to some an indication that death is ver near) and even told her husband these are friends from P**r*n*s. What caught us by surprise was that one of my male colleagues, upon holding Arwah's hands, broke down and cried unabashedly in front of all of us. To tell you the truth all of us pun terkejut, dealing with Arwah and then tengok dia menangis. But he dealt a lot with Arwah especially in his area of specialization and perhaps the sight of Arwah being so thin, wanting to salam tangan and all got to him. Arwah died a few days later and the same office colleagues went to ziarah her sedekah surah Yassin at the mosque in Setiawangsa.

Why do I need to say this here? The thought that came across my mind was when you get admitted into the hospital like I did, you think it is temporary and you will get better and you will get out and continue with your life. In the case of Arwah or any cancer patients (or other terminal diseases) with little hope of surviving, being admitted into the hospital could very well mean the last admission and the only way out is when you are dead.

During my state of idleness, I managed to review a bit of office paperwork and penned down my thoughts on the way forward for IFRM. I guess there was some form of brain activity there for awhile. My colleagues from office came on Tuesday and brought more paperwork to be reviewed. Thank you guys! Just what the doctor ordered.....A good friend came on Monday and poured her heart out on her, shall I say, life tests. Nak kata predicament macam understated pulak. I would like to say something but let's save that for later.

Husband dearest, from now on I will name him as MrM, has been very tolerant of my tiredness. I do feel tired most of the time and after lunch I must have a nap! Most of the time the nap becomes sleep till 5pm! He sends the kids for tuition, picks them up, goes out to make whatever photocopies Munirah and Zarif needs, when usually he expects me to do those.

I hope I get that energy spurt after 16 weeks like the previous pregnancies....