I don't even know why I am here. There is 1 more day till IM and I am only on my first chapter. Wondered how the hell I ended up in this state...but I tell myself that it's only the prelims.
Lots of things happened during feb and I don't even know where to start. To cut it short - my mom went for an operation on the first of feb and it was only yesterday that the doctor said she fully and totally recovered.
What happened? She had a hot air balloon accident in which she bumped her head several times when the hot air balloon crash landed. A month after the accident, she complained of terrible headaches and all of us urged her to go for a fuller check-up.
I shall not relate in detail the whole incident (since never in my life will I forget about it) but during my mom's 1 week stay in the hospital I was really touched by all the care and concern from my relatives. One can have no friends, but one can never be without family. It was so heartwarming when everyone gathered and stayed with my mom throughout her ordeal. Even after she was discharged, relatives and neighbours all came and tried to help us in all ways possible. I am really so glad I have such wonderful people around me.
To tell you the truth, the whole ordeal felt like it was from a drama. My mom was diagnosed and operated all in one day. Imagine the shock for her! I wasn't really that shocked because I already suspected long ago that it was hemorrhage but I didn't expect there to be a POOL of blood in my mom's head. A damn bloody pool and on both sides of her brain too, which meant that there was a need to drill a hole on each side of her skull to drain the blood out.
Throughout the whole thing, I was feeling rather spaced out then worried. It just felt so surreal that I can't seem to think of the worst case scenario. But when I was sending my mom into the operating theater, I cried. It was at that moment where I felt that I could lose my mom. Of course I held my tears in because I know that I shouldn't be feeling sad. I should be feeling relieved that my mom is being cured/treated instead of thinking of the worst. In any case, I trust the surgeon. He is awesome, the best kind of doctor both in terms of skills and ethics. When he was telling us about the operation my main concern was not how the operation would be, but if he was the one operating. When I asked and he said he would be the one operating, I was so relieved. To me, it felt like my mom was already cured.
I am just so glad everything is alright now. I learnt so many thing from this, especially house chores since my mom have to refrain from moving too much for fear of recurrence during the recovery period. My mom looks like a nun now with only about a cm of hair ahah, hope her hair grows faster!
Oh shit, I am so dead on Monday but well...rainy days never stays :)
