A Memorable Day

One of my favorite noodle soups in the worlds

My sister and Lucy picked me up from Damansara Specialist after my discharge. They fed me with curry laksa in the office. I wolfed down the keow teow.  

Lucy, the expert in University Malaya, checked me into the emergency at 2 pm. We paid cash of Rm250 as deposit, then waited to be given a bed and then the doctor to check for referral. The routine is always blood test and x-ray before the doctor comes to see you and refer you to the right ward for treatment.

This is where the next stories about me occur

At nine pm, we were still waiting for a bed in the Gynea ward. My family came in without their dinners, rushing from work. All of us were tired.  The bed was only ready at 10 pm. Then we realized that there were many things I didn’t bring to give me comfort, eg, my own cup, a flask for hot water, a sweater as it was very cold, socks, and even crackers to eat when I am hungry. 

I was in a room with eight beds. One of the patients was given a heart pumping machine, the pumping noises disturbed me so much that I couldn’t sleep. When I asked to be transferred to other rooms, the nurses told me off. “The beds are the same, no rich or poor people. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

That rude?

Little did I knew that it was the beginning of a nightmare I never thought I would see.

By Ching Ching