A scene in specialist hospital

I spend the night in the specialist hospital. Sleeping on a chair for whole night with temperature lower than 18 degree Celsius is not fun at all. I'm sleeping half conscious, waking up many times during the night.

Around 2 in the morning, i suddenly heard some loud noise from the bed beside. Is is blocked by a curtain. I can figure out it is the sound of the patient gasping for breaths. I step out and take a look on what is happening. A nurse is shaking and calling "uncle, uncle" to the patient. He is still gasping hard for breath so i suspected a choking. The nurse ran to the counter and bring in some other nurses and the observe the patient again until one of them ask to call the Medical Officer. It took a few minutes before MO arrived and order a nurse to bring in oxygen tank. They remove the fake teeth from inside the mouth, did oxygen therapy and inject something with a syringe. They tied the IV entrance of of patient with bandage because the patient is struggling and might break the IV needle.

I think the nurse had reacted too slow during this case. They should have brought along all the oxygen tank, defibrillator and suction unit the very first moment and wait for MO instruction right after MO arrived. Can't do much since this is a private hospital with nurses and MO on duty.

It's quite a hard time for me

Lately it is quite a hard time for me. Lots of things had happened so i can't online for around a whole week.

Last Friday, i got a SMS telling me that a family friend of us had stroke. On Sunday, dad phoned and told us he is admitted to the hospital in Kapit because he felt nothing on his left arm. Doctor diagnosed a minor stroke. I ask my dad to discharge from government hospital as soon as possible and seek medical attention in a private specialist hospital. He came back on Monday together with two of my uncles. He is admitted to specialist hospital as soon as he is admitted. After MRI scanning and other tests, doctor found a blood clot on his brain and he was admitted. The same night on Monday, i got a phone call from the old lady's daughter that we always send to the hospital for checkups due to her disabilities. She told us her mother died yesterday and thank us for our helps. During the same day also, i friend of mine tell me she is in the same specialist center as her mother having a small surgery. I met my friend and turnout her mother is lying in the ICU. She had a heart failure after the successful surgery. Her father's lorry had been stolen the very same day and her father had high blood pressure because of the condition of her mother. Her parents are nice people who treated us nicely during our trips to her house. On Tuesday, her mother's condition is getting worse. After sending my dad home, i rush back again to the specialist hospital to see her mother again. Their whole family were surrounding her, singing holy songs with tears in their eyes. I can't stand the sight so i left. I can't leave my dad alone at home also since mum had to go to work. Her mother pass away that noon. It was sad for me.

无礼

UK Fun Fair 在诗巫的旧机场开办了为期一个月的游乐场。我趁着周末和朋友到游乐场玩一玩。

我们到达目的地把车停在另一部一样刚到达游乐场的车旁边。这部车里走出两个大人和三个小孩。他们像是一家人，爸爸，妈妈，两个女孩和一个男孩。我们都向着入口处走去的时候，听到这个男孩说出了非常难听的话。这个男孩看起来应该是小学三四年级。他向走在他后面的爸爸，以福州话说：“吵什么吵，是你还钱还是我还钱！”他的口气，正如一个爸爸教训儿子这样大声。他的爸爸，缓慢的走在后头，看起来比较像是行动没这样灵活。男孩接着就冲到了前面，过后往后望一望爸爸，“死老货，给我走快一点！”爸爸跟在后头，听得到他喃喃自语。

我们四对眼珠看着这个男孩，感觉有些不可思议。

nothing much...

It's been a while i didn't post anything on this blog. During this while, I really don't have anything much to view, to express or to complaint. Life is just so normal and calm, like the sea with little splashes of waves. However, this kind of calmness makes me feeling uneasy. It's just a feeling, nothing much.

When i write the odometer reading of the transporter this morning, i just realise it's October. Few more weeks later, end of the year holiday will start. This means that i already spend a year teaching here after coming back from West Malaysia. Coming back here, i gain something and lose something.

It's kind of sad when i think back of my courier future in West Malaysia. Now i didn't got to teach what I'm best in. I also miss all the friends back then. They are really good and kind people that break my previous view that West Malaysian residents are cocky. Yet, if i didn't come back, i won't be enjoying my life in RC. The old sayings are true, "no lose no gain".

Lately i get some chances to transport an old lady to local hospital, clinic and specialist hospital for her treatment. She had some serious disease that makes her cannot live by her own. Her daughter took care of her. Her daughter wash the wounds of bed sore, clean her mother's faeces and emptying urine pack. I start to think that life is short. I tried hard to help them, although i can't do much. I asked a friend of mine who is a doctor-to-be, "will you feel fed up with life since you see so many deaths in your workplace?"I balanced up the feeling by reading some books on emergency cihldbirth.

Yea, true! Life is short. From the time i started to remember things till now, it's 25 years already. What have i really done during this 25 years? Born as a little baby, and in the speed of eye flashes, on the bed as a wizened sick old man. Between life and death, it's very short.

After realising so many things, now i only hope i can do as much work as possible during this short time before the call, help people as much as possible. We human remember about blessings only when good things came. The chances given to help is also a blessing, troubles we met is also a blessing. I should thanks all the blessings given, from a good family, kind friends, to the hardships and challenges encountered.

There are still many things circling my mind but unable to express it out.
Life is hard and life is short. That's life.

New racket coming up!