My dad went for his regular medical check-up about two weeks ago. Being a diabetic and a regular visitor to hospitals, one would not expect nothing out of the ordinary. Come the afternoon, my mum called him only to find out that he was asked to be warded. Apparently the doctor found that there might be some issues concerning his kidneys. Yet to be certain, the doctors want Papa to stay in the hospital for a couple of days. He was being himself, curious and angry (sort of). 'Papa sihat jah, bakpo nok suruh masuk spita pulok.'
Days passed by, and the doctor performed and endoscopy, just to check on the internals. It was then confirmed that his kidney may cause some complications. He was then brought to the High Dependency Ward (HDW) just so that the doctors can look at it better. The general ward is not exactly the best place for you to get proper diagnosis.
On the way to HDW, this is what my mom told me. He was babbling about how slow the staffs here work. Arriving at the HDW, the staffs set up his bed and all that, and my eldest bro asked my mum to wait outside for a bit. Then when their ready, my mum entered the room for like 15 minutes when then, my dad's heartbeat dropped suddenly to like 20-ish BPM. Slowly getting unconscious, my bro immediately ordered my mum and sister to get out from HDW while he tried to work something out with the nurses, while waiting for the on-call doctor. Next thing you know, he was brought immediately to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU).
My sister called me at around 6:30pm-ish, 18 Jan. That time I just arrived home from work for like 10 minutes. She was sobbing, asking me to come back home as Papa was doing not so good. I was in total state of shock after hearing that. I got dressed up, rushed into the car leaving my laptop behind and rushed back home. I was driving like crazy speed freak..doing 160, 170 with the right signals on, 'chilok' left and right of the highway. My mind was empty, I can't think straight, the only sound heard was from the high rev engine. That moment I could only think of the worst thing that could happen. 'Please let me arrive on time', 'Papa, please hold on longer'...that was what I thought of (along those lines). To make things worst, I took the wrong junction after the Sg Besi toll plaza to end up God knows where. I can no longer think straight, I can only think of getting home to re-route myself. Long story short, I arrived safely in HUKM.
Fast walking towards the 2nd floor, I was panting, clueless of what's going on. Then I saw my mum. She was calm, managed to put a smile on her face. I know she's trying to be strong, as I should too. After a while, the nurse let us go inside for a while to see Papa. I went in with my sister in law, and I don't like what I saw. It's not that I don't like it, it's just sad and unbearable for me to watch Papa as he is at the moment. His face was all bloated (sembab), unconscious with his eyes open, under full blast life support, tears coming out of his eyes. My sister in law was crying, asking Papa to stay strong. That moment was the saddest I've ever experienced yet.
Back outside, the mood was extremely gloomy. You can perhaps here a pin drop to break the silence. A few were reading Yassin, some are still sobbing. In the end, we only prayed that he will get better. Since his kidneys were not good, he had to undergo dialysis for the first 24 hours. We headed home at 1am, hoping and praying for the best...
Come the 2nd day, he was still intubated but the other stuffs were slowly removed, still unconscious. Come the 3rd day he was semi conscious, able to react which indicates he's conscious, tried to talk but he was just still weak. But come the 4th day, all smiles can be seen from each and everyone of us. He gained full consciousness, and is able to talk.
As of today, he has undergone some physiotherapy to strengthen his lungs, as he is still dependent on oxygen mask to breathe. He is no longer in the ICU, but he is yet to be discharged. Let's hope that he will be, soon. He planned to treat the nurses for makan2 once he got discharged; typical sign of him being himself, which is a good thing because that means he's getting better...
There were some fond memories being on leave to be in the hospital. There's the annoying apek in the HDW which makes constant noise of 'Haiyoooo...Hoiii', then there's the constant annoucement to 'Sila Cuti Tangan Anda' when you entered and exited the ICU, annoying nurse, the togetherness of all the family members, not to mention the great Kelantanese eatery which is just fantastic.
I'm actually not a good story teller, so I'll stop here. I would also like to express my deepest gratitude to all beloved family and friends. You know who you are, who has called and sent SMSes wishing nothing but the best. It may be nothing much, but in the darkest hour of your life, those wishes lifted my spirit up. To all staffs of HUKM, only Allah can bless you for what you've done. You have been nothing short of wonderful.