He’s been in the hospital for… 3 days now. It was a normal Tuesday afternoon when I woke up and got the shocking news. Cabbed down to the hospital with my dad as soon as we could – mum was already there. It was the most nerve wrecking experience ever, not quite knowing what was going on other than that my beloved grandfather is in the hospital. “He had a fall” was all they would tell me.
Spent the next few hours biting my nails (a veeeeerrrrryyyyyy bad habit I thought I’d quitted) while waiting for more news. Very harrowing. Finally, at about 4-5+, they got my mum to sign the paper work and transfer him to the HD (High dependency) unit… where only 2 people were allowed in at a time; mum and aunt (who came after work) went in first. It was about 7+ when I finally got to see him, so I think I spent 5 hours waiting just to get a glimpse of my grandfather. Went home not long after cousins came since it seemed gramps needed his sleep.
Since I’m the only bum in the family… I spent the whole of yesterday and today with gramps in the ward. I brought along books and stuff to make sure I wasn’t bored and just so my grandpa would have company and can call me anytime he needs anything. Water? Blanket? Wet towel? A massage? Coffee? Phone? Newspaper? Just give me a second and he’ll get it. (PS. Even though I am a book worm, I am a man of few words. I was mostly there just as a silent companion. I’m not quiteee sure how to make small talk so…)
Sis finally came today as well. I thought she’d bring her children along so I was plenty disappointed when they weren’t, but I guess it’s true it’s not such a good idea to have young kids there. Not only are they immune systems not as strong, but knowing my niece and nephew… they’d probably raise hell there lol.
Anyways… I’ll be going there again tomorrow… in a few hours actually. Getting some much needed sleep while I can so g’nite.
