a Friday the 13th for my family
Although it's 24th October, it feels as though it should have been a Friday 13th. Everything's so dark and bleak here at home.
Although today was the first day of work for me, it has nothing to do with that at all. In fact, the work environment was more than welcoming. The people are friendly, the office is clean and inviting, and we get FREE drinks from the vending machine. What great benefits!
Home, however, was on the other side of the world.
Mum-in-law had a fall down the stairs and ended up with both ankles badly sprained. Her left foot is completely swollen nearly twice its actual size, and bruises cover her foot all the way up til her lower calf. And being the headstrong woman she is, she wouldn't allow anyone to stay in and take care of her. She didn't want to seem like she was disabled or anything. But the truth be told, she is almost immobile. She is walking with those walking supports. Not crutches, but the really big walking stick kind that needs two hands to hold on to.
I can't be bothered to find a picture to show you what I mean. And I can't be fucked to describe clearer. Whether you get it or not, I don't care, because she really kind of pushed my threshold.
If walking is inconvenient, just admit it. We'll be more than glad to take care of you. But no. You push on like it doesn't hurt. Don't be such a silly stubborn woman.
She's due to go for an X-ray tomorrow at Tan Tock Seng Hospital because the fall seems quite very bad. Father-in-law, Hubs and I are all tremendously worried because we're afraid that she might be pushing herself a bit too hard to walk and would end up hurting her ankles even more.
Yet all we can do is just hope the X-ray proves ok and that she'll behave and stay at home to rest instead of over-exerting her injuries. *sigh*
We rushed home to take care of her, just in case dad still had deliveries to make, only to be shoo-ed away by her saying "go do your things". Since I had already made an appointment with my renovator to discuss the little details of the works, Hubs drove me down.
Whilst I was there talking about millimetres, cement, tiles and furniture, Hubs' slipper had to give way. Super suay. He was wearing his Havainas sandals to boot. *sigh* And it's a pair that I bought for him.
Shortly after we got home and had dinner, mum said she couldn't take the pain anymore. She was having so much trouble visiting the loo for the second time that she finally surrendered.
We promptly sent her to Balestier Hospital, only to find out that it was no longer operating 24 hours. We headed to the nearest Thomson Hospital, who informed us that their orthepedic had gone home. They advised us to go to Mount Elizabeth instead. And so we did.
Mum was only disgnosed with a very bad sprain, but she insisted to be warded because there's no one at home to take care of her. She can't possibly go to the shophouse because she'd have to climb a long flight of stairs to get to the living quarters upstairs. So thus, she was warded.
And now, we are finally home at 2.33am.
It's been SUCH a long day...
Although today was the first day of work for me, it has nothing to do with that at all. In fact, the work environment was more than welcoming. The people are friendly, the office is clean and inviting, and we get FREE drinks from the vending machine. What great benefits!
Home, however, was on the other side of the world.
Mum-in-law had a fall down the stairs and ended up with both ankles badly sprained. Her left foot is completely swollen nearly twice its actual size, and bruises cover her foot all the way up til her lower calf. And being the headstrong woman she is, she wouldn't allow anyone to stay in and take care of her. She didn't want to seem like she was disabled or anything. But the truth be told, she is almost immobile. She is walking with those walking supports. Not crutches, but the really big walking stick kind that needs two hands to hold on to.
I can't be bothered to find a picture to show you what I mean. And I can't be fucked to describe clearer. Whether you get it or not, I don't care, because she really kind of pushed my threshold.
If walking is inconvenient, just admit it. We'll be more than glad to take care of you. But no. You push on like it doesn't hurt. Don't be such a silly stubborn woman.
She's due to go for an X-ray tomorrow at Tan Tock Seng Hospital because the fall seems quite very bad. Father-in-law, Hubs and I are all tremendously worried because we're afraid that she might be pushing herself a bit too hard to walk and would end up hurting her ankles even more.
Yet all we can do is just hope the X-ray proves ok and that she'll behave and stay at home to rest instead of over-exerting her injuries. *sigh*
-- Need to send mum to hospital now. Continue later. --
We rushed home to take care of her, just in case dad still had deliveries to make, only to be shoo-ed away by her saying "go do your things". Since I had already made an appointment with my renovator to discuss the little details of the works, Hubs drove me down.
Whilst I was there talking about millimetres, cement, tiles and furniture, Hubs' slipper had to give way. Super suay. He was wearing his Havainas sandals to boot. *sigh* And it's a pair that I bought for him.
Shortly after we got home and had dinner, mum said she couldn't take the pain anymore. She was having so much trouble visiting the loo for the second time that she finally surrendered.
We promptly sent her to Balestier Hospital, only to find out that it was no longer operating 24 hours. We headed to the nearest Thomson Hospital, who informed us that their orthepedic had gone home. They advised us to go to Mount Elizabeth instead. And so we did.
Mum was only disgnosed with a very bad sprain, but she insisted to be warded because there's no one at home to take care of her. She can't possibly go to the shophouse because she'd have to climb a long flight of stairs to get to the living quarters upstairs. So thus, she was warded.
And now, we are finally home at 2.33am.
It's been SUCH a long day...
Shelly breathed again at 10:15 PM
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