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I hate hospitals. I was always indifferent about them, but after a certain episode sometime back, i hate the damn places. And as it turns out i may be making regular visits in the next week plus.
My grandma took a slight tumble two days back. Ok thats putting it mildly. She fell, dislocated her left shoulder and broke her hip.
Needless to say, things have been chaotic since the phone call. Mom and dad have been running left right and centre making arrangements for the procedure, talking to doctors and informing the family who left Malaysia years ago in search of greener pastures. They had the hip replacement done this afternoon and my moms going to be camping by her bedside this next few days. My dad is going to be lots of shuttling to and fro with fresh food and clean clothes. And i've been left to navigate the domestic scene. Crap! I'm not exactly your regular domestic goddess, i hate sweeping and vacumming and dusting etc. I only like the cooking bit. But i hate the cleaning. I'm like a domestic monkey. Look at me making this about myself, wht the heck is wrong with me.
I feel really bad for my granny, having to go through all that pain. But i cant help being a little annoyed with her. She's old, and she's not exactly at the pink of health. We've told her repeatedly that she cant be as active as she was before, she needs to slow down and take life easy a little. Over and over again we've tried doing things to ease her daily activities, we make effort buying her aplliances to help with her work and all that jazz. We tell her she cant travel long distance, she needs to have someone with her all the time, she needs to start delegating work instead of doing it, she needs to sit down and take a break!!! But there she was taking a huge photo frame off the wall when she lost her balance..
She's a strong willed woman. Who am i kidding she's stubborn :)
Watching her hooked up to machines, looking more thin and frail then she did when she was on her feet, thinking about how she's going to react to having to go through physiotheraphy.. i guess i freaked out a little. I hope she gets well soon, i want to see her in that kitchen making our favourite dishes and boiling way too much rice again. I'm not very good with the words when it comes to talking about stuff like this. Just keep her in your thoughts, during prayer time would be nice.
My grandma took a slight tumble two days back. Ok thats putting it mildly. She fell, dislocated her left shoulder and broke her hip.
Needless to say, things have been chaotic since the phone call. Mom and dad have been running left right and centre making arrangements for the procedure, talking to doctors and informing the family who left Malaysia years ago in search of greener pastures. They had the hip replacement done this afternoon and my moms going to be camping by her bedside this next few days. My dad is going to be lots of shuttling to and fro with fresh food and clean clothes. And i've been left to navigate the domestic scene. Crap! I'm not exactly your regular domestic goddess, i hate sweeping and vacumming and dusting etc. I only like the cooking bit. But i hate the cleaning. I'm like a domestic monkey. Look at me making this about myself, wht the heck is wrong with me.
I feel really bad for my granny, having to go through all that pain. But i cant help being a little annoyed with her. She's old, and she's not exactly at the pink of health. We've told her repeatedly that she cant be as active as she was before, she needs to slow down and take life easy a little. Over and over again we've tried doing things to ease her daily activities, we make effort buying her aplliances to help with her work and all that jazz. We tell her she cant travel long distance, she needs to have someone with her all the time, she needs to start delegating work instead of doing it, she needs to sit down and take a break!!! But there she was taking a huge photo frame off the wall when she lost her balance..
She's a strong willed woman. Who am i kidding she's stubborn :)
Watching her hooked up to machines, looking more thin and frail then she did when she was on her feet, thinking about how she's going to react to having to go through physiotheraphy.. i guess i freaked out a little. I hope she gets well soon, i want to see her in that kitchen making our favourite dishes and boiling way too much rice again. I'm not very good with the words when it comes to talking about stuff like this. Just keep her in your thoughts, during prayer time would be nice.
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