Thursday, May 15, 2008
What A Relief!
My cell vibrated in my trouser pocket. It was set in silent mode while I was in a meeting with Customers at their Alexandra Road office.
It was Mom. My heart was pounding, but I had to ignore her for a while, while the Customer was talking and addressing the issues at hand for a resolution.
Yes, a resolution to settle this pounding scare. I had my personal issue myself that I had to address after the meeting.
Once we left the customer's place, I called Mom... anxious about what Mom had to tell me...
"Your father has decide not to go with you to Indonesia this year," Mom said and paused, "he's worried he might fall sick while we're there."
I Need To Know.
A simple, one-word-question "why?" opened up a series of fresh concerns that had been weighing heavy on me these past few days... I know it is even tons heavier on Mom and especially Dad.
"He still has not pass motion and is feeling uncomfortable now." Mom replied.
It had been 4 days since he felt this way and two days since the medication from the GP had been taken but without any improvement. He still had not gone to the toilet yet.
"OK, Mom." I paused, composing myself before I continued, "I'll call Junior's wife to help make Dad an appointment for tomorrow morning."
Junior's Wife returned my call after 10 minutes. She informed that SGH suggested that Dad come straight to A&E bringing with him this appointment card, the GP referral letter and the medications that the GP had given.
His yearly colonoscopy appointment set for 23rd June may very well be done within the same admission day if necessary.
"OK, Mom." I paused after explaining to her what we should do... somehow this scenario was played out before, reminiscent to what I had to say next, "Have Dad and you be ready by 9:00AM tomorrow morning... I'll pick you up to go to SGH."
I applied leave off work for the whole day tomorrow for that.
"Yes. Your father wants to go to the hospital too," Mom agreeing immediately "he said he is feeling very uncomfortable." Dad hates hospitals.
"I should be OK tonight, Imran. Don't worry." Dad trying to lighten the situation, said over the phone when I requested that he talked to me, "We go tomorrow morning... I am OK."
That Much The Heart Can Take...
"Imran..." Mom called me over the phone crying...
Oh My God! I screamed loudly in my heart.
What Mom? What is it?!
What happened to Dad? Has he collapsed?
Why did I wait until tomorrow?
All those questions running through my mind. I was scared for Dad. I was regretting my decisions already.
"Oh, Imran.... your father has just past motion." Mom said excitedly, yet crying at the same time, "he showed me... he is smiling now." She continued crying over the phone... happy.
Oh My God! My heart stopped a beat there and suddenly jumped for joy. Thank you!
I do not know how anyone would take it, but I guess... on the lighter side of it, you will never appreciate and be this happy to seeing so much crap if you are not in this situation... really. It was a lot of it... Mom said, 4 days' worth.
"That is great, Mom." I replied happily. I let off a long sigh of relief.
I requested Mom to monitor Dad's condition for another few days. Just to know and be sure that he was back to his usual routine before we could say he really was out of the woods.
If all is well, Dad would only need to go to his scheduled colonoscopy this next month.
You know what? Constipation is not a bad word at all when you know what is at stake here.
Oh, Dad. We are so relieved! You gave us a scare for a while there.
Not taking any chances for now, so no drinking tea for you, Dad. Phew!