the patient i was clerking today had just passed away (4.24pm). i was there, thinking of getting the BHT for some follow up after i had clerk it during the day. i saw everything, how they try to resuscitate the patient, when her BP is dropping drastically. I was walking in while I saw some Chineses (who are in the midst of 60-70) talking amongst themselves, i reckon is the patient's children. Yes you had heard me correctly. The patient is now 89 years old, and she's turning 90 years old in another 11 more days. Isn't that sad? or should I be happy because she is 89 years old!?
Why I was there when she passed away? i heard the children, or i supposed is the grandchildren (midst of 30-50), telling the doc, so even if you can successfully rescue her today, what about tomorrow and the day after? she will leave us anyhow. I heard that, I can't help but hot tears seem to be squeezing their way to my eyes.
some of them put their ears near to the granny's mouth, trying to make out what's her final wish, her will. then out of a sudden i saw them crying, few of them running from the lift, bursting into tears, all of them. The people in the ward abruptly remain silent, all you can hear is the weeping of the family members, the whole atmosphere was turned into a very grieving one. I can't help, I really can't help too. I can't control my tears, at all, and they started rolling down furiously.
she made me thought of my grandma.
Grandma, you will always be in my heart.
luckily Baskin Robbins with its wed-pink day saved me from all these. :)
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