Before I start…
The “pre-requisite” is as below:
Final Story of My Mother 媽媽最後的故事
My father's condition
On the 18th May, my father got much better…
I took a few photos of him to let him see how he himself looked like… as he’s been lying in bed for nearly 2 months
That day, he’s pretty “genki”… the respirator had been taken out and he could breathe with his own lung, though, the trachea hole still exist, as the doctors were not sure if he would need it again, in any case his lung would fail…
My father could not remember what’d happened and did not realize that, he’s been in hospital, in bed, in and out ICU twice within these 2 months… thus, when he got better… the usual naughty expression came out again…
I asked him to do the “V” sign and he added with his own one after that…
On the 27th May,
My father could sit pretty steadily in chair… though…
He actually fell down twice… one was when I fell asleep during his ‘sponging’ time, which when I opened up my eyes, he was on the floor… he probably couldn’t believe also, why his feet didn’t have enough strength to walk him through the distance from the bed to the washroom…
However, nothing severe happened to him… I asked him why he didn’t give me a shout… he told me he did, and I didn’t responds… ya, I gathered, maybe I was too tired at night…
During the days when I was with him in the hospital, the best time for me to sleep, was when the student nurses came to clean him in the morning… but when he fell down, that’s also the time after sponging, the nurses didn’t wake me up… I was scared… (it’s 2 months of heartache and hard work especially for my 2 brothers… I was so scared that, in the end, it’ll fail again)
The second time, was when he got even better, and he could skip the ‘sponging’ part, but use the shower directly… I didn’t know how strong his feet and legs were and that I asked him to stand against the wall for a while… but when he fell down, he fell down without any sign… even when I was just next to him, trying to catch him, he still had his forehead knocked on the bathroom floor… a funny way that he fell down, like inverted “V”…
When my father was discharged, he could only take liquid form food, ie. the porridge from the hospital (as they mash up and grind the cooked rice) and horlicks… we tried to give him normal porridge, or wanton, he couldn’t have them… especially while the NG tube was still in his nose, into his stomach…
I was worried… how was he going to gain back his physical strength with limited food as such??
For nearly a week, my father was mainly on hospital porridge (which he didn’t even finish any of them) and mainly horlicks... he hated the Enercal milk that the hospital provided, but I fell in love with Enercal J
1 day after he got home… he fell down in the washroom at home, as again, we didn’t know how weak/strong his legs are, just a split second, he knock his head on the floor with his inverted “V” shape posture…
The next morning, a loud knock on the floor woke us up… as he got up from bed trying to walk, which obviously he hasn’t recovered well physically yet, his lips were injured quite a bit…
This time, it came to realization to him that, he needed to be more patient about himself… though, half of the time, he still forgets…
It’s coming to 3 weeks now…
This is my father ^_^
ps: that day… I thought we’re all going to be orphans~~
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