on friday i received a semi-frantic call from my dad that my granddad's in hospital for some minor heart attack thingy. he felt well enough to complain and demand to go home when we reached there (my grand, not my dad).
anyhow keeping him company for 2 1/2 hour in the observation room was an interesting experience.
there was an old lady who had fallen off her wheelchair in front of the toilet when i arrived. it was pitiful to hear her squeal in pain everytime someone tried to lift her back on the chair.
i saw an obese man waddling around the ward and watched as he stopped and rest every few steps (its enough to make you swear to eat healthy and exercise everyday).
there was a man beside my grand's bed who was out cold, probably drunk but no one was certain.
and abt midnight, an indian lady started wailing and crying and screaming. a spine-chilling noise that one would associate with the discovery that you have an incurable disease and only have 3 hours left to live (later my aunt told me its probably cause her son passed away cos there was a bunch of relatives storming said ward and police loitering around probably cause the son was beaten up but anyway it was a police case).
things you dont want your nurses to say which i heard: "no that one is wrong!" and "eh cannot come out!". even worse if they come together.
its an experience, and i fig if i ever consider nursing, i'll def apply for a&e department.
on a totally different subject, they've put up statues of dali's famous statues around town and i wanna go see!!
oh and remember to keep one minute of silence for 9/11 tmr.
posted by nuVul @ Sunday, September 10, 2006
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