I am usually the one who pretends that I don't exist in the same dimension with everyone else. I have my reasons but when my father was taken to the hospital the other night, I was not the first one to be notified. My mother has this mental image of us being too busy to be bothered with such things. It's utter bullshit. I am his daughter. I live miles away but I am his daughter. I drove the other morning with Shu all the way to KL. My kids were at home with Shu's parents and sister who happened to be visiting at the time.
When I married Shu, the first thing I learned is that when it comes to family, especially my parents, everything else is secondary. My mom said my dad was taken to the hospital late on Friday night. My brother carried him into the car and drove him to the nearest hospital because my father was not conscious. Hours later, he was transferred to the hospital he has a record at. Shu and I had a long week so we knew we couldn't drive that night and the flights were scarce the next day. We had to plan and we had to decide quickly.
We decided to leave the kids behind and just drive the next morning. By that time, my father was partially paralyzed but conscious. My cousin texted me with some condolences whatever. I just replied with thank you or.....something like that. We arrived at the hospital in time for the 5pm visiting hour. I met my brother Qarim and his wife. Qarim had been holding the family together and he is losing his mind. I understand. I told him that I am here and I will do whatever I can because the distance is nothing.
My father was trying to tell me something but I couldn't understand him and it frustrated him. It pained me so much to see him like that but I stayed until they kicked me out. Tried to feed him. Going over some contingency plans with Qarim and his wife. I was relieved to see my father moving but he was under heavy meds. Shu and I left later and tried to get dinner. Traffic was horrible so we ended up in a mall. We eventually decided to spend the night at a nearby hotel because I wanted to see my father again the next morning.
They transferred him to a different bed. They had to restrain him because he was trying to pull out the needles and when I got there, there was blood on his bedsheets. He looked at me and remembers me. That was all I needed. I gave him the note I wrote for him the morning before I left the hotel. I thought he wasn't gonna get it coz I gave it to him and he was trying to read it but I knew he couldn't so I left the note on his side table. I think the nurses must have placed it in the drawer or something.
My mom called me tonight to say that she got the note and she read it to my father. He kept it with him.
I have omitted some fucked up shit about some people in my family who decided to behave like an asshole. For now, I consider it as an investigation and speculation. It is a secondary problem as far as priority is concerned. However, I am not a forgiving person. I am territorial when it comes to my parents and my family. Outsiders shall be kicked out regardless. Even if it means I have to put out a court restraining order. I have been speaking to our lawyers. 😊
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