BRICK

2nd morning in the ward. Today is so cold and gloomy everyone is lying on his bed. Across of me, there is a new tenant, checked-in 5am this morning… disrupted my sleep as usual. There is a sweet lady sitting beside him, doing nothing but pondering, staring and waving her toes, occasionally raises her head to check on her sleeping husband. She’s enthusiastic about everything, whenever nurses come, she ask about all the readings and obviously very concern about her pal’s situation.

I really admire her; especially after witnessing the family of the uncle beside me. The affection of their respective wives is beyond comparison. Family of the neighbouring bed have obviously no idea of how is it to be ill on a hospital bed. The wife was only here for a brief hour yesterday after he got warded for the whole day, and already wanted to provoke him for a fight during that short stay, resulting in incommoding silence.

The man was left alone after that, and later of the night, he was moaning in pain. His abdomen was giving him so much trouble. He told the doctor his stomach was burning and acidic stuff was coming out from his mouth. They had to give him the strongest painkiller they have here. I can only imagine the pain.

For him, I guess the pain is not any less than having kids and wife who wouldn’t bother to pat on his shoulder and assure him everything will be all right.

I am so lucky and felt so much love when you guys came to see me. Especially for you who came back twice, kept me accompany the whole afternoon and came back at night again just to watch me fell asleep. I feel bad when you have to fall asleep on the tiny space beside me.

I really needed that laughter yesterday, thanks so much my friends. All these kind gesture gave me the strength to eradicate all the self-doubt and downbeat feelings. It meant a lot to me.

Doctor came today and told me that he’s convinced nothing bad is happening to me, and that I have to be positive.

And Positive I will be :)