June 24, 2009

This is a continuation of Granny’s treatment for her fractured leg in Tan Tock Seng Hospital. If you want to start reading from beginning, you can start from here.

I was expecting her to be better today mentally. When i reached the Ward, i asked the nurse how is she doing last night. The nurse shake her head…

“Your Granny, took her clothes off and want to jump off the bed. When we feed her, she spit the food back at us. We got no choice but to tie her hands up “

I saw her hands being tied up, feels like she is a convict in Changi Prison. Feels like she is a prisoner-of-war during the World War II also. So i requested the nurse to free her up since we are around. I ask Granny why she is so noisy at night and why she keeps jumping off her bed. She said,

“They want to poke the needles into my leg, the leg is mine, I decide if I want to let them do it “

Well at least the comforting thing is she can recognize us today for a couple of times. She keeps talking when we are there, talks about things that happen 20-30 years ago. Well maybe is a good thing, so she gets tired at night and will go and sleep soundly.

She done her Brain CT scan and today she is supposed to go for abdomen scan. If everything looks okay, I believe the doctors will have a family conference to decide if we should operate her.

The parking lots in the hospital is very limited due to the H1N1 situation. I ended up parking at Novena Medical Centre which has a linkbridge connected directly to the hospital. It costs $1.60 to park there for an hour. Tomorrow i think i will take MRT there….

Continue Reading part 4

Granny got shifted up to the another level where it will be more convenient for the specialists to attend to her. The nurse told me that she didnt sleep the previous night again. This time round she insisted on getting out of bed because she needs to go to the toilet. However due to her situation, she is not allowed to put more pressure on her fractured left leg.

She ended up controlling her toilet needs until her bladder bloated up. The nurses has no choice but to tube her up and tie her up. When we reached the hospital at about noon, she is sound asleep, probably too tired after one night of vigorous struggling and battle with the nurses.

Last night at about 11.30pm, the police from the hospital called me. I got a shocked because i thought something happened. The police said “Oh , this is just a routine followup on your grandmother case . How did she fall down?”

I replied “ you do routine checks at 11.30pm?”

Policeman “yeah, I just got your case, so I call you up. Sorry I didnt realise is already 11.30pm”

Due to the H1N1 pandemic, the visiting policies has tightened. Only 2 people are allowed to visit the patient during the visiting hours. I went with my aunt and my sis-in-law. I ended up at the starbucks below because I could not go up. I try to requeue to get myself up , but they are smart. There is a computer system that tracks how many people are visiting the patient at that time and they only give you 2 stickers. So if I want to go up to visit the patient, I need to get one of them to come down to pass me the sticker. And dont think of keeping them, because they keep changing colors…

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This is a continuation of my Granny’s road to recovery. The journal starts here.