There was one night i remember waking up and shiting into my pants. I wanted to move but my body failed me. I wanted to call for assistance but no words came to my mouth. After a while, i got tired and fell asleep. The nurse who came in the morning scolded me for dirtying myself and not informing them. I wanted to say that it is not that i did not want to inform them? Just that no words came to my mouth!
The 3 weeks in Ang Mo Kio Hospital passed like years. Everyday, i trained my body at the rehabilitation center. My mother-in-law came to help me daily. Luckily, she is strong and healthy. I feel so weak and fragile compared to her. She would come early in the morning to help me in my exercise. She would leave in the afternoon to go home and look after my newborn baby girl. In the afternoon, my mother would visit me where i would normally be sleeping. My husband, brother and father would visit me in the evening.
My husband really loves me and took great care of me during this period. I could feel it in my heart. He walked me around the hospital and often buys me crackers and ice-creams. He would bring me around Ang Mo Kio in his Honda Odyssey. It was like a dream being with him again.
During this period, i went home twice. The first time i was home, I slept on the ground floor. My family told me i could not climb up to the 2nd storey and nobody dared to help me. My kids was excited about me coming home. They hang around me the whole day.! I was excited and happy too. They climbed onto my lap to let me hold them. My Number 1 and no 2.
I told my husband to help me upstairs in the 2nd week i was home. He agreed to help and step by stop we go. Slowly, i made it to the 2nd floor then the 3rd. I thought to myself! “What an achievement!” From then on, i was confident i can climb, though i was wobbling from all the strain as i had to make sure i held firmly on to the railings.
Finally, I was discharged from the hospital. I was really glad when my family came to fetch me home.
When i reached home, i found that a lot of my things were missing. Even until today, is still cannot find my favourite clothes, notebook, bags ect. My handphone is gone too. But anyway, i cannot remember my old number. During that time, my husband would work in the morning and i would rest at home. Normally i would sleep right through. This went on for 2 weeks. He got very angry every time when he comes home and finds me asleep. He told me i need to help out in his clinic and i agreed.
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