Last two days were very exhausting. After school last Friday, I rushed to Hospital Temerloh, visiting my father who had been there for the last two days. (To Abg Kamel & Kak Amy in Muscat, Oman please be notified about this because we had been trying to reach you guys). I brought my baby son who had a flu together. Unfortunately, the hospital authority refused to let children under 12 to go in. So I had to wait outside for sometimes. Looking at my father, I was devastated, with wires all over his body, he still managed to crack jokes. Due to his heart condition he might be sent to IJN KL. I was worried as this has never happended before. Mother looked cool as always. Eventhought, she was worried, she seldom there as she prefered to be in my sister's house nearby. Nevertheless father was never left alone. The nurses were always on his side, minding all his needs.
On Saturday, dispite fulfilling 'open houses' still I made my way to the hospital. He looked even worse, could not even walk properly but I thanked to the nurses who always be ready with wheelchairs and helped him in many ways including giving him a bath. We felt relieved seeing him in his best condition at all times. Mother was thinking about going back home for a day, so we took her home and decided to come back again the next day. We left father alone again knowing that my sister would come visiting most of the time and he would be in the nurses' good hands.
The next day I got a call from my sister telling that father was much better and could be admitted that evening. That was a relieved. Because of that I had time to be in another open house and a wedding 'kenduri' before evening. That evening, my brother from KL came back, took my father out and all of us got together at my sister's house. Had a makan-makan for a while before went back home. I was home at about 7 o'clock realizing that both of my husband and son had fever. Sorry guys, for not giving you much attention. Tomorrow school again..