Monday, 6.45- hears the house telephone ringing. Mum picks it up. Gets rudely awakened. It's the brother, he is vomiting and feeling weak, needs a doctor right away. So it's off to Bishan to pick him up, and then to Tan Tock Seng's A & E department.
Monday, 4pm- finally, brother warded in Thomson Medical Centre, after a whole afternoon. Dengue fever it is.
Wednesday, 11.30am- Father's lab tests are back and the clinic calls. Drives him to the clinic and is whisked into the consultation room immediately. Hospital, now, is the doctor's 1st words. Dengue fever it is.
When you gotta take care of your parents, you start to get a newfound perspective, and a whole new level of respect. I survived 5 days of craziness with my mum taking care of 2 sick patients in my household.
Hope Papa's discharge and recovery will be a good, in a circumstantial kind of way, happy Mother's Day gift to my mummy!
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