Lifeline

I had been swamped again ..... with work...needing me at 3 places at the same time.

And so happened that my mum needed a PEG surgery at the same time. 9 months since the last replacement of the gastronomy tube. Her medicine and milk were fed into her body through this tube. This is her lifeline, in a way.

It was bad of me. I admitted her to the hospital early in the morning while I reported to my new workplace at the hospital. I left her there with the caregiver while I attended meetings and meetings throughout the day, until the surgeon came at 5.30pm. By the time she got discharged, it pass 7pm. I was so drained that I didn't send my mum back, instead I brought her back to my place for the night. Though it wasn't the first time she visited my place, her eyes were wide open, scrolling left to right, up and down. She was at ease after a while and slept through the night without a sound.

In fact, my mum was so comfortable that I realised there were 2 uncomfortable souls in the house - my "Ang" and the caregiver.

My "Ang" had to put on a T-shirt (usually he is semi-naked at home) cos' the caregiver is at around. The caregiver was busily 'hiding' in the kitchen and yard (dunno doing what she was doing but keeping herself occupied). I was so zonked that I fell asleep by 10pm.

I guess my 'Ang' was so uncomfortable with additional people in the house that his usual morning routine became haywired. He even forgot to kiss and hug me goodbye in the morning before he let for work!!!!