Why do hospital A & E have such long response time? I mean, it's A & E for crying out loud. That means if it's not medical situations caused by accidents Or if it's not an emergency, like severe asthma attack Or chest pain implying heart attack and other emergencies... There really shouldn't be that long a queue?!
From Triage to finally seeing the doctor We waited 3 hrs. 3 long hours of 'massive, overwhelming' pain that was not addressed as we waited for the doctor.
How my daughter managed to cope with the pain all that time confounded me. The extent of her pain was such that A second jab to ease the pain was necessary when the first one did not even touch her.
One night on, they could not find anything wrong with her, so she was placed under observation and will only be discharged tomorrow am, Provided there is no more serious pain.
Why no comprehensive, pro-active investigations and tests? Coudn't that shorten the waiting and the 'observation' time? Which equates to less grumpy patients and their relatives?
She saw someone dripping with blood due to some RTA Like her, they waited a long time. Why such long wait? Shortness of staff? Lack of consultation room?
The staff were nice and all But the experience really left me Disappointed, if not alarmed...
How will this hospital cope with Large scale emergencies??
Channel surfing brought me to this programme called "Mommy Diaries". This episode was really poignant. 2 mothers were preparing themselves as well as their children for their demises.
One mother was busy building up her memory box for her 2 teenage girls, with a 'mother's manual'. In it, she wrote about her opinions on school, career, sex, dealing with misfortunes and other things that are normally 'caught' from mothers, rather than being 'taught'.
Another mother had sewed a patch work blanket for her older one, and now she felt the urgency to sew one for her younger one. She also decided to marry her long term partner, father of her girls, so there would be a great happy event for the children to remember.
Both mothers are dying of cancer, neither sure how much time they have, except that it is limited. Both trying to put on a brave face, for their children, for their partners; both breaking down, lamenting lost opportunities of seeing their children graduate, or going to their proms, or just seeing them getting off the school bus.
They also had little 'luggage tags' on which they wrote down each and every single thing they remember something about their children, like on one of the tags, the mother wrote " You got a great report card in your 6th grade, well done! Keep it up!" These sweet memories help the mother to tell the children she loves them, one more time, and they help the children to remember the happier things and happier times when the mother is no longer around.
I feel a tinge of sadness watching the programme, but it does spur me to remember to tell my children how much I love them one more time, and perhaps start my own memory box for them, for we don't know when we are due to meet our Creator.
Death really puts things into prospective doesn't it?
Late night Packed carriages A few of us got onto the train Homeward bound
Tired from work Tired from shopping All seats were taken up
Then I saw this lady Her clothings could not cover her bulging tummy.
She stood in front of a sitting passenger who was yakking with her friend both looked at the pregnant woman briefly during the commas of their Ddiahorrectic conversation
She was sitting on one of those 'for those needier passengers' seats with a big sign above her and opposite her
Reminding passengers to give up these special seats for pregnant, weak heavily laden passengers.
She looked at the pregnant woman again... and continued to talk, without taking her eyes off the pregnant woman.
I said out loud to the standing passenger "OH!! You are pregnant?" like Hint HINT!!!!
She nodded. The 2 gossipers Kept talking to each other A man grudgingly Gave up his seat - Must be my LOUD exclamation!
The pregnant woman's husband Leaned over to speak with me about courtesy in Singapore...
Like, hello, what courtesy? Singapore really has a long way to go.
We have cars jumping the lights Jumping even the zebra crossing So they move on first even as you proceed to use the zebra crossing.. Like people pushing past you to get onto the bus.
Courtesy? This country? Blah!!
I've seen more courtesy and graciousness in a 5 yr old american girl than in the whole neighbourhood.
I was writing down 25 'random' things on facebook when I included some of the things that irritate me.
Not all 25 items are about irritations mind you But I did include Erratic children Running around with No regard to other people Or safety
Case in point
MRT Incidence No. 1
Mother and son entered MRT yesterday - Monday 2 Feb Fairly empty train Lots of seats
Did the son sit down Next to the mother? No
Did the son stand up To play with the hanging handles? No
The son, all of his 5? 6? 7 yrs old Decided to be a cross-country Choo choo train / BMX bicycle / Free fall parachute.
He ran up and down the carriage Jumped up to touch the hanging handles Swung around the pole Like a very bad pole dancer
Then flung himself at his mother Spreading himself across 2 - 3 seats....
All this while, he had body-slammed into passengers walking into the train, Passengers trying to walk out of the train even passengers staying still trying to not Knock into him...
His mother - on the other hand - Deserved a medal for her composure Her oblivion to the world Outside of her mobile phone As she sms relentlessly Begging to be taken away from reality & Taken away she was
Far from the behaviour of her son Far away from the dagger glares She and her son received in equal proportion from fellow passengers.
Couple of stations down One young sweet-looking girl Entered the carriage..
She played dodge ball & Obstacle course in order to get to a seat a slight distance away from the hyper-active boy - She sat opposite me.
From the way she narrowed her eyes slightly Throwing glances at the duo's direction We obviously shared similar sentiments..
I looked down trying not to encourage her look of disdain
Suddenly a male voice broke the monotony of travelling - "Excuse me boy"
We both looked up The man who firmly spoke to the boy was none other than one of the MRT staff / driver He asked the boy to move
But it didn't end there!
He proceeded to lecture the boy about running around and swinging from poles that he should sit with his mother As his actions would cause injury to himself and other passengers
He spoke politely softly but his eyes were firm...
I looked up and saw the young girl looking at me We were both smiling I even uttered "Serve him right!"
By now, a few more passengers were smiling We... were having the biggest cheshire cat grin!
The mother briefly tore her eyes away from the phone to pull her son close. who by then was sitting still beside her... without a sound..
Thank God! Intolerance of bad manners & poor social behaviours still exist in this society I was about to give up hope.
Alas! my stop was due I couldn't see if the boy could behave for more than 2 stops.
It was New Year's Eve & Sis took me out for a count down party
Never had one of these before...
...Man what a loser....
Anyway, met her dance teacher Who, Some years back, Pushed past 1/2 a century I'm sure with a panache that shames many lesser beings.
& still has a figure to die for.
Anyway, enjoyed the food but the company, aside from our group of 6 was a little less..... Enchanting.
Realised that unless I know a min of 20% of guests at any dinner I become very much an observer
Which in itself may not be a bad thing but the critic that I can be Kicks in and... well... I don't necessarily like what I am...
Case in point, Coming back to my table I sat myself next to My sis and this prat of a young boy of age between 9 - 14
His manners were terrible no... correction... He had no manners
He leaned right up to my elbow to slurp his soup He took my chopsticks & left his own untouched. He pushed his various empty glasses Over to my side so to free up space at his side.
He bounced his helium balloon Onto the other balloons that were tied to the flowers on the table dragging the strings along Over food, drinks and Everything he touched
He then thought static was fun & started rubbing the balloon on his hair trying to make it 'stick' to his head
When that didn't work he started bouncing the balloon on things, on flowers ON MY HEAD..... on things, on other balloons ON MY HEAD.....
All this time His mother thought he was real cute & played with him, or smiled at his antics
He walked over to my part of the table while I was on the Dance floor & removed a glow band that I reserved for use later so that HE could have one on each wrist
I know coz I saw him doing it.
& his mother ruffled his hair As if he was 'so clever'....
Aaarrrrggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Are manners so hard to come by now that Moms cannot Or do not know How to teach them?
Yes a child is a child but a child will grow up and if manners are not instilled Wrongs are not corrected... Then what do we have left?
Knowledge is nothing without application of that knowledge The world will be a better place If we exercise a little Courtesy Manners Grace....
Am I not being gracious then? On the contrary, I am, for I left the teaching to the mother rather than Humiliating her In public.
Hope the boy learns before he chooses the wrong target to display His lack of manners & pays the price for it.
You know, You can never trust a calm sunny day Coz before you know it... it was the prelude of a storm
Just when we thought Life is looking up (not even good, just looking up) Wham Bam! We have to find another place to move to
Sure! we were informed like about May... & I was hoping to broach the subject and ask them to consider renting out for one more year?
They are not selling now... but are renting to a couple of friends instead so yeah, we still have to move out
Have a feeling we somehow pissed them off? But instead of being upfront about it they decided to not rent to us instead... well, it is their privilege..
I am like stuck it's so darn expensive to rent now a 3 room flat for $1,500? & the fact that we are all saving up for the air tickets to go US end of year to celebrate dad's 80th....
We are caught out once again... gonna be high and dry....
Please God.. Work it out Your way, coz I don't know how to work through this one.
Really tired out. So many things are happening I don't even know where I am, so to speak. Mother once said that we use our health to earn money, and in the end, we use money to buy back our health.
Ironic isn't it..... But if we have that extra ounce of strength, to go that extra little bit, so the rest of the family can have a little more, well why not?
Recently I felt that I am experiencing God's favour. Not that He did not love me or favour me before, but I felt very much like He was smoothening things out for me. Praise Him!!
One is working one's little pants off. Hardly at home, hardly have time to care about how the home is, let alone making sure we sup together as a family.
No. 1 is too busy with the various projects, No. 2 with studies, and facing the 4 walls as mama and jie are both out... poor bambino. We are all slowly treating the house like B&B, and mama is feeling a sense of helplessness on the home front.
Is this the price one pays, earning in expense of the family, now trying to use money to buy back some family time?
In Mary Poppins, the patriach was reminded that the children will grow up so fast, that the next minute, when one stops to catch a breath to catch up with the family, one realises it's too late.
I hope not, not for my family... but how does one strike a balance with the lack of any other practical assistance?
My heart yearns for my girls, but are they too busy and pushing me away, or are they busy pushing me away?
Am I still in touch with them or am I just kidding myself? Am I un-nerved purely because I am a control freak?
Am I?
Lord, watch over them please as I fail to be there.
Had a really unusual encounter the other day. Was on the MRT, Minding my own business.
These not-really-that-young children (secondary, or upper primary at least) Were pushing, hitting each other Shuffing, even slapping their mom In a crowded train... during the rush hour home.
So, yes, they finally pushed into me... Didn't step on me, but verge of I looked up and said "This is not a playground"
Oops... did I know what was coming! The children moved off to the other side The mother soon asked after me, in Mandarin Wondering if the child had stepped on me or kicked me...
I said no, but they did push into me... Then... She launched into an attack
She shouted at me... saying that I 'bullied' her children Asked if her children were allowed to move, and that, If they did not hurt me Why did I scold them that I was "qi guai" - Strange in mandarin
That if I could not cope with being in the same compartment with other people I should take a cab.
The hurricane of accusations and shouting totally took me by surprise I looked at her Looked at the crowded train where other passengers were avoiding Getting pushed and shuffed by their inconsiderate playfulness... well... what can i say? I couldn't get a word edgeways?!
So I smiled and shook my head That ticked her off even more and her verbal abuse continued, Accusing me of 'picking on her children'...
So I looked up to her... and said to her, in Mandarin, "With you kind of mother you deserve to have that kind of children."
With that, I returned to my book and continued reading... She carried on grumbling for all to hear but no on to listen....
I am stunned and shocked By the total lack of Social graces.... No, not even that Social etiquette some people can exhibit
Am I asking too much? It was a crowded train during rush hour There was scarcely Space to stand, Let alone space to exhibit martial art skills!
Please people! Wake up! Please parents! Teach your children Socially acceptable behaviour In public places Before they ended up Pushing into some Ruffians and ended up in a real fight!
I saw her teared again today.... Not the first time either In as many days.....
All I can say is Guys are, by and large... selfish baskets With some exceptions.
You wouldn't and couldn't let her go When you guys broke up Amicably Emotionally you still needed her
One moment you said I can't love her anymore One moment you blogged "I can't stop loving her"
So she allowed you to continue to lean on her calling her every night texting her randomly at regular intervals
Then... instead of slowly Weaning yourself off the relationship And learn to stand on your own for a while, What you did was classic... You moved from one relationship straight to another.
Yes.... I can hear you complain It's not a relationship I just told her I liked her.... FINE.... why tell her then?
Are you telling her you've all grown up and grown out of her? Have you considered the Other party's feelings?
Where does that leave her? She allows herself to be Your emotional crutch Not even daring to 'move on' "Coz i know it's easier for me... (to stand on my own)"
Yet you had to tell her the details of your conversations with one another After denying You had started to have Some feelings....
AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH
She was starting her "O" Levels YOU MORON!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She does not NEED this kind of emotional Roller coaster Oh! But did you think of that? Noooooooooooo
How do you think She would feel? Hearing that After allowing the Emotional attachment You still have of her...
The crutch is thrown away useless discarded For you can walk again.... Leaning on another person's arm
Great & to think you used to call me FuMIL Thanks But no thanks.
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