Stories For My Mother .2
I can't really remember when my mother had stroke but I do remember that it was not long after I bought my first flat. She was there to help me with the praying and shifting in and many other things. She was so proud and happy for me, even though it was just a low-cost flat. I think her happiness is more than expressable by words.Anyway, after staying at my place for a month or two, which again I don't really recall, she wanted to go back to our old home, since she has her grandchildren there and I think my sister was still schooling at that time.
Not long afterwards, she was on scheduled to come over to my place and one or two days before that, she fell down and though nothing happened, she was not able to move properly the next day. Still, she came over to my place (by the way, my hometown is in Melaka while presently, I am in Klang, so, you can imagine the distance and hassle, coupled with taking public transport).
I was pretty angry at that time when I see she did not have the strength to move freely like before, not angry at my mother per se, but just probably sad kind of anger. Here was the woman who is my pillar of strength and she seemed unable to walk properly, I think my heart ached more than anger.
Well, she stayed in my flat for another few months and when she wanted to go back, I wanted to send her back. On the way back, she suddenly had an asthma attack and can barely breathe. I was so panicked that I almost lose my mind. At that time, the Federal Highway was a nightmare to drive (still is anyway) and I got stuck in a traffic nearby RTM I think and there, my mother was, fighting hard to breathe. Somehow, I managed to drive into Brickfields area and stopped at the first clinic I saw.
The good doctor quickly administered some asthma medicine to calm her breathing difficulty and told me that it will be best to send her to hospital immediately. I must have looked lost because, honestly, I don't know where is the @$%$^%&#$ hospitals!! Well, the good doctor, bless him, told me he will show me the way, he will drive his car and I am to follow him from behind. He lead us to Pantai Hospital and at the minute we arrived, my mom was sent to E.R and later on to ICU. They were very efficient, you have to give them credit for that (though #$%^*&%$# expensive)
I will continue later but a footnote is called for :- years later, we consulted another doctor when my mom was not feeling well again and guess what the good doctor said when I told her she had asthma attack before? Bah Humbug!! She didn't have asthma and in most probablity, she had allergic reaction the last time....Imagine the whole world of difference that made, it is like a whole new possibilities opened up. No wonder that the asthma medicine doesn't seemed to work whenever my mom was short of breath. After seeing the good doctor, her health improved by leaps and bounds and till this day, I will not see any other doctor except him should I have any need to visit a doctor.
posted by d'Frog Prince @ 5:54 AM
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