Just when you thought that things had calmed down and settled to normalcy, here we go again.
Checked-in to the hospital again.
After a few hours and while waiting for the results of another series of elaborate clinical tests, mom's breathing resumed well, much to my relief.
She was back in her hospital patient suit, lying on the hospital bed. Waiting. For what exactly? I wasn't sure.
Every hospital admission aims for discharge. I remember how I felt when I was in a patient's suit. It has the psychological effect that makes you feel worse than you really was. So, I really wanted mom to be stable for discharge soon. But some things can't be rushed, can it?
I spent my time at the hospital accompanying mom, never leaving her side. It zapped my energy. When mom was awake, I assisted her with simple limbs movements or going through object cards with her. I bought a set with English and Chinese words, they were not available in French at this part of the globe.
'Mom, as you had done exactly these things for me when I was a kid,' I thought. These moments were precious to me and I cherished them.
When mom got tired and fell asleep, that was when my head swam with unending thoughts. I will text Maya. I missed Cliff so badly when I thought of him. But I haven't got too much time to be thinking of him. And it surprised me how easily I had brushed him aside since the episode of mom's stroke begun. He will be alright, that guy. I have enough on my plate at the moment.