my innermost sanctum

relieved

my mum was discharged from the hospital last friday afternoon and is currently on the mend.

the surgery went well but it took her two hours to recover before wheeling back to her ward. apparently she was in terrifying pain that the morphine given to her was twice the recommended dosage.

that, coupled with the anaesthesia contributed to her breathing difficulties the minute she woke up. moreover, as it was her first time, she threw up each time after food was consumed. it was the combined effects of anaesthesia and morphine that upset her system. or so the nurses said.

anyways, the past week has been rather traumatic, to me, mentally at least. it doesn't help that i have a phobia of hospitals. oddly, i didn't waver nor buckle under stress when my mum had a terrible time coping with the wearing off anaesthestic effects.

i had to put up a strong front for everyone else in the family. i can't afford to be wimpy, squirmy et al. ok, i'm not wimpy, squirmy et al to begin with.

on the bright side, i learnt quite a fair bit, from the nurses, about those contraptions used to measure her blood pressure, and oxygen level in the blood stream. and somesuch. i chatted with the other four patients in my mum's room, one of whom asked me to pray for her before her surgery.

oh and there was another patient, about my mum's age, whom i befriended whilst taking a break at the rest area.

and the nurses - many of whom are from china, the philippines and wee island student - were superb. i can't say the same about the doctor's though. a sarcy comment i uttered about how one would inevitably come across sub-standard doctors in public hospitals, made one who attended my mum to speak to me much nicely and explain at length afterwards.

it turned out said doctor was one of the four surgeons that operated on my mum. oops.

anyways, i'm looking forward to 18:00 hours WIST - which is about an hour and a half to go. i sorely need a quiet time of my own at the local.