I went for a jog around my estate after work today. Attempted to leave on time because I shouldn't stay any further. I have a secret place now! Next time if you jog with me, I'll bring you there!
Today there's a drama in my ward.
I stepped into the ward after lunch and I heard someone crying very badly.
Voice of an old lady. She was sitting on a wheelchair. She was wearing hospital clothes. Foul smells. And she was crying very badly beside a bed.
The bed. An old uncle. Non-communicative. Toxic looking. Barely able to respond to her cries.
And she kept crying and crying.
When I probed further - the story goes like this.
Once upon a time, an old couple was admitted to the same hospital. Uncle was very sick. Auntie wasn't any better. But because of bed crunch, they were separated into different wards. Old auntie didnt want to leave old uncle. She kept crying and crying saying that she wanna be by his side. She was told that even in the same ward, both of them won't be in the same cubicle anyway because of gender issues.
But she kept crying and crying in her ever fluent Hokkien, asking people not to separate them. And she refused to be pushed away. Denied any treatment to the source of the foul smell coming from her leg.
The drama continued after I left.
Life. is. so. fragile.
Life. is. so. helpless.
They need God.