Bubbles

For the past few days, my life has been through turmoil. Its chaotic and has caused me sleepless nights and days. Worth it? every simngle bit of it.. Without a doubt..

It started off with a phone call at 3.30 am, early last Wednesday morning. When I saw the name on my Sony Ericsson’s screen, I straightaway knew something was wrong..  Having being asleep for only an hour before that, the news that came in was heart dropping..

He was sick and has been hospitalized for severe gastric after trying to deal with the pain for more than 12 hours. His friends called me to inform even when he told them to wait till morning to break the news. I assumed that they decided that it was much easier to hear him being angry than to deal with my nagging from not being informed sooner. I told them I’ll come at the soonest. Friends keep calling and told me not to come as he was resting and it was dangerous for me to drive all the way in the wee hours of the morning.. But, how can I not go? How can I stay at home until 7 or 8 in the morning knowing that he is lying there in pain?? I just couldn’t.  Plus, I wanted to be there. Even if it means I had to wait that the lobby.

So, I head for the showers, made myself a cup of coffee, pack some clothes and toiletries, and as I remembered I was already in APSH within an hour from receiving the call. When I arrived, I went through the Emergency Entrance and went straight to his ward on level 4. He was fast asleep and had an IV on his left arm for drips of glucose. I stood there for 5 minutes, just staring at his pale face. I was sad. I wished and prayed it was me lying there. Not him.. I pat him on his arm and he woke. When I looked into his eyes, I almost cried but I contained myself as if something stopped me from doing so. I don’t know why. I wanted to cry. I was sad..

And instead of saying “Im glad you’re here”, he said, “What are you doing here? “ I almost laughed just thinking of it again but come to think of it, I can’t remember what I said. All I know is that I held his hands as if to assure him that everything will be fine. Well, sort of..  Its not like my presence could change anything.

I watched him sleep, changes position many times and touching his painful abdomen.. I wished I could ease his pain, but *sigh*…  he was put to be Orally NIL, awaiting his endoscope and ultra sound. When both is done by lunch time, Doctor came in at around 2 to explain his situation. Test results came back and they detected stones in his gallbladder. Not one, not 2 but 3 stones!! Doctor advised that he undergo surgery in the evening to remove the stones and they schedule for the operation.. Long story short, they took him into the OT at 7.30pm..

I waited in the ward for hours.. I remembered going down to the OT 4 times and they were still in there.. I decided to go up again and finally fell asleep at the chair at 10.30pm.. 10 minutes later, his mom came, and woke me up.. “He’s still in surgery” I said..  then we went down together to check..  my watch showed 11pm when the procedure was over! He was in there for 3 and a half hour!! I was so worried.. but glad that it was over.. Nurse on duty let us visit him in the recovery room. First mummy went in then I did. He looked weak but conscious. They then took him up to the ward.. Surgeon had to remove his entire gallbladder as it has swollen badly and they eventually discovered 5 stones, the size of marbles..  He now has a long cut on his abdomen which he refers to as a cut he got from slashing some gangster in a fight.. it seems…  guys will always be guys….

I spent 2 entire days and nights at the hospital looking after him, just in case he needs anything.. I took emergency leave of work and only remembered today that I had tones of things to do. All I knew at that point of time, I wanted to be there with him, not caring if he wanted me there… but sure enough he did.. he asked me if I could stay the following night.. and I did…  what I did for him while I was there and why I did it, shall forever remain ‘for me to know and for you to find out’..

At the end of the day, Im glad he’s home and recuperating.. I wish him speedy recovery as I miss spending time with him…

Kalau Si Dia terbaca, get well soon….