Happy New Year.
Another visit to the hospital again. Sim was discharged in the morning, didn't get to see him off. Overslept. Hais, sian sian sian. In my message I said " glad to hear that you are discharged. blah blah blah." but deep down, there's a tiny string pulling back, saying " I wish you can stay for another few days." Now, who is going to be the guinea pig and share with us the pain? And who will be the one to spend the cold and lonely nights with my brother? That's what happen when you made a friend in hospital. Rejoicing with the truth and not delighting in evil becomes a challenge.
This is the first time Andy is smiling so happily in front of a camera since he's got that tube stuck up to his lung. Don't believe me? Scroll to the previous pictures. He wasn't sleeping, he was just not looking. Only Sim could make him laugh. How did you do it? It remains a mystery.
Andy is now mobile again. He is able walk to TV room to watch Incredible Hulk and walk back to the nurse station to take his revenge. Nurses who made him wait while he is in pain, nurses who fail to adjust him to the exact and precise position. That centimeter of accuracy. Poor nurses, thank you for patiently taking care of my troublesome brother.
Based on our guinea pig, Andy was supposed to be discharged by tomorrow morning!! Unfortunately, he had a fever attack just this evening and his heart beat remains unusually high. The highest in the entire ward. The only one with 3 digits. Other have an average of 80-100. He has an average of 130-160. I wonder what's making his heart to pound so hard?
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