'When it rains, it pours'
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5th June 2011 started so... on a brightly sunny day... Bzy all day, no matter how much i tried to keep san(e) mind just could not sit still. One desk to other draged the day to 15hrs of paper work. Entering to the den saw Mr. Santan.. looking at us with sad eyes, we knew things dont look good and will be so from now on. Said come Dad we to hospital please..Did not see kids, did not sit hahah heavy rains yet no shower. Diabetic is a silent killer they say - but who cares - especially not the ones who have it. Dad was attended by fine people which made him smile and said - baba all becoz of you - the two peas of siblings looked at us thinking - ah there she goes with another credit.. But we know what it is. Going back too many memories of hospital. With mom, constantly doing the best we thot. But guess its never enough. Out of hospital at 3am to nap a while and snoring till 6 am
6th June - woke with jolt wen dad was discharged and came back to house. Little Isabella crying for mommy in her own world at 2.5 months hahaha hardly knowing what's going around. Potato/jumping beans fast asleep - So many formalities for kith residence to stay here. So much of help to us.
Another day to rush and get all documents we virtually flying to Hong Kong, Macau and other places in South East Asia.
Finally got booking :) what a relief.
Desk to desk, rushed d day, out and out to hospital. Ah san, world of colors too take a lot of time. v sing and pray the day goes light with sands. Dad on drips again, very fatigue - MEN god do you imagine !! and spoke... 4 mins - dats what is still in years to carry till death do us. Doctors are nice and said vitamins and regulate... but where do men listen .. most of all dad. Dose for us all and straight lines but he will carry on smoking his lungs to glory... came home cannot even remember the time..ah sands still on window... thank you thank you thank you God.. you are the god of small things.. no no small beings. Hardly time for potato and beans, every tick tock reminds us ... both will be out of sight and we in tears already. God i miss them. Aah Thank you got Angel said day went well. Difficult for dad to come up 3 floors all times keeps saying - baba no more i am finished - where did my pores disappear? - Pillow and next thing i know its San Sans and Sun again... hahahaha
7th June 2011 -8:30am : Dad still sore. We asked ME help to force dad eat poridge. How else to pep him. Loads on desk, mind in shredder haha work - kids - parents - analyse - dream- live- smile-make others smile - support - work - stay hungry - still stand strong - wow (WOO DA MEN) isnt dat nice... i love you ladies.. beep beep all keep asking.. are you at the bus stop - naa its da desk and we on toes..
Lovely day - God i thank you.. you bzy.. is ok ..... oops yes you dont like these two words i s o k !!!
come come ... hello where... yes we on desk .. where and how else to come... sow the bills.....hahaha
we wark water plz....
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