it's 3am now. i was woken up about half an hour ago by some noises outside my bedroom. it sounded like someone wailing. immediately, i knew it was my dad again. i opened the door and true enough, i saw my dad - naked and sprawled on the floor. perspiring profusely, he was in a state of semi-consciousness and confusion.
i have seen this happened often over the last two years. too often. and i knew immediately what i must do. quickly, i prepared a cup of warm concentrated milo with extra sugar and fed it to him - teaspoon by teaspoon, making sure he does not get choked in the process. it took me a whole 15min before he finished the milo. and soon enough, he stopped wailing and started talking to me. word by word, he would remind me to sleep early, to save for old age, to be careful with my money and so on. and almost always, it was during such instance of semi-consciousness where he would show his concern explicitly. feels kinda warm to hear him say out such words for in my family, we hardly express our love openly.
on the other hand, i also feel somewhat sad. i had expected today's hypoglycaemia to happen given that he is currently sick with flu and he has not been resting and eating well. and there is hardly anything i can do to hasten his recovery. i feel somewhat resigned to the fact that even after he recovers from this bout of flu, he will continue to weaken by the day. he is an old man, the least i can do is to take good care of him. he is my dad.
i have seen this happened often over the last two years. too often. and i knew immediately what i must do. quickly, i prepared a cup of warm concentrated milo with extra sugar and fed it to him - teaspoon by teaspoon, making sure he does not get choked in the process. it took me a whole 15min before he finished the milo. and soon enough, he stopped wailing and started talking to me. word by word, he would remind me to sleep early, to save for old age, to be careful with my money and so on. and almost always, it was during such instance of semi-consciousness where he would show his concern explicitly. feels kinda warm to hear him say out such words for in my family, we hardly express our love openly.
on the other hand, i also feel somewhat sad. i had expected today's hypoglycaemia to happen given that he is currently sick with flu and he has not been resting and eating well. and there is hardly anything i can do to hasten his recovery. i feel somewhat resigned to the fact that even after he recovers from this bout of flu, he will continue to weaken by the day. he is an old man, the least i can do is to take good care of him. he is my dad.
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