just came home from the hospital to settle my dog (ie, to bring her down to pee and poo)... well, was at the hospital this evening. it was a weird and sad place. people singing aloud in the middle of the night, nurses running around to tell patients to stop taking off their pants, nurses putting body restraint on patients who, despite being so weak, refused to lie in bed and walking all over the place... and so on.
anyway, my 2nd sis was there when i reached there earlier. my dad was in his usual complaining non-stop self. and sometimes he came across as incoherent. my 2nd sis told me about his condition and how she had asked the nurse to increase their patrols. and while talking, i find myself talking and relating my tensions and frustrations about everyone - about my aunt, about my eldest sis, about everyone literally. i did not come about as scolding my sis although i sounded angry. told her it was not targeted at her. told her i needed an outlet. she took it well i guess. all the while, my dad stared blankly at us. and then he started begging my sis to bring him to the toilet to wash his buttocks. of cos my sis couldn't. we approached the nurse who came and patiently changed his diapers for him. he quietened down after that. my sis advised me not to stay the night and that we should also balance our time and energy between ourselves, looking after my mum and him.
and after she left, i left my dad alone for a while. went to the rest area to read my book. and when i went back to my dad, he was mumbling to himself about how his children did not bother to visit him, how his children had left him alone and la la la... and when he saw me, he asked me to bring him to the toilet to wash his buttock. he complained that his buttock is smelly and that he wants to use hot water to wash it. he complained that he could smell the shit and urine... and that he felt sticky and so on. and when i told him i could not help, he went into a short tantrum, pulled his pants and his diapers and tore it in the process. i told him that there is nothing much i can do as he is simply too heavy. and to stop him from pestering again, i told him that if he wants to, he can feel free to go to the toilet himself. after knowing that i will not help him, he stopped pestering. i then told the nurse to check on him. she said that she had applied cream on his buttock to prevent any itch and infection as he had the habit of scratching himself and due to the scratching, his buttock has been bruised. seeing the torn diapers, they changed it again for him. he fell asleep soon after. once a while, he would open his eyes and tell me to go for my meal, saying that the foodcourt sells mee rebus, mee siam, hokkine mee... and so on. and he would doze off again. and ever so often, he would also open his eyes and complain that my sis(s) did not visit him (!!! goes to show how confused he was)!
i then took this opportunity to step out. will go back to check on him again and if all's well, i will come home to sleep for the night.
anyway, my 2nd sis was there when i reached there earlier. my dad was in his usual complaining non-stop self. and sometimes he came across as incoherent. my 2nd sis told me about his condition and how she had asked the nurse to increase their patrols. and while talking, i find myself talking and relating my tensions and frustrations about everyone - about my aunt, about my eldest sis, about everyone literally. i did not come about as scolding my sis although i sounded angry. told her it was not targeted at her. told her i needed an outlet. she took it well i guess. all the while, my dad stared blankly at us. and then he started begging my sis to bring him to the toilet to wash his buttocks. of cos my sis couldn't. we approached the nurse who came and patiently changed his diapers for him. he quietened down after that. my sis advised me not to stay the night and that we should also balance our time and energy between ourselves, looking after my mum and him.
and after she left, i left my dad alone for a while. went to the rest area to read my book. and when i went back to my dad, he was mumbling to himself about how his children did not bother to visit him, how his children had left him alone and la la la... and when he saw me, he asked me to bring him to the toilet to wash his buttock. he complained that his buttock is smelly and that he wants to use hot water to wash it. he complained that he could smell the shit and urine... and that he felt sticky and so on. and when i told him i could not help, he went into a short tantrum, pulled his pants and his diapers and tore it in the process. i told him that there is nothing much i can do as he is simply too heavy. and to stop him from pestering again, i told him that if he wants to, he can feel free to go to the toilet himself. after knowing that i will not help him, he stopped pestering. i then told the nurse to check on him. she said that she had applied cream on his buttock to prevent any itch and infection as he had the habit of scratching himself and due to the scratching, his buttock has been bruised. seeing the torn diapers, they changed it again for him. he fell asleep soon after. once a while, he would open his eyes and tell me to go for my meal, saying that the foodcourt sells mee rebus, mee siam, hokkine mee... and so on. and he would doze off again. and ever so often, he would also open his eyes and complain that my sis(s) did not visit him (!!! goes to show how confused he was)!
i then took this opportunity to step out. will go back to check on him again and if all's well, i will come home to sleep for the night.
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