hi. it've been awhile since i last blogged. alright, where should i start from?
okay, from since my dad got into a work accident. one usual fine day when my dad was working, his foot was struck by a solid metal rod. he had his safety boots on but was just unlucky. then rod struck behind the bootcap line where there's a metal protection inside. he rang up and told mum and me to meet him at tan tock seng's A and E. okay right now, here is where all the bitching begins.
"please go to screening station before entering emergency department"
i got my dad a wheelchair and wheeled him in front of the receiption. some old bitchy nurse raised her voice at me, "AY BOY, NEED TO QUEUE UP YOU KNOW?!" i glared at her and pointed to my mum who was right behind the line which was as long as the usual queue at any singapore pool's booth. she suddenly switched into a pussy tone and told me "oh, as long as someone is queueing already, then it's good." aiya, i've got a tribute to you which is FUCK YOU LA! so what exactly is A and E about? having to pass a screening before getting in. to check if the condition is serious enough for a patient to get into A and E? the poor person will probably bleed dry even before reaching half the damn queue. i guess, the whole point is that if a patient enters horizontally (yes, on a stretcher), he or she will get special treatment. so the vertical ones will have to wait.
it took more than half an hour for the screening and i proceeded to another counter to make a payment for consultant fees which is seventy dollars. we waited for one and a half hour before my dad went throught a diagnosis. like what i guess, that wasn't the end. we waited again for an x-ray to be made and after that, almost two hours was spent waiting for dad's turn to have his x-ray examined by the doctor. the doctor told me that dad's toe bone is cracked and had to be operated. he too asked me to do the registration at ANOTHER counter (bloody confusing!). i went over the the counter, said hi and placed the documents on the desk. the nurse glanced through the document...
"you are the?"
"patient's son."
"oh, have to wait."
what the hell man! but there's nothing much i can do and so LL-ly stood around to wait. she finally called for me and asked for my ID.
"no cannot, you underaged."
i just felt like flipping the desk but controlled and called for mum who was waiting outside. i went a corner to chill while did all the registration. we all waited four odd fours before my dad went into the operation theatre. i dozed off at the couch for awhile and soon my dad was out. no op was held and i was quite relieved. they only casted his foot. what's with all those waiting and registering for a operation? my dad felt cheated because they told him no food and drinks before an operation and he starved for about five hours. a nurse give me a slip and told me to collect the medicine at the A and E pharmacy. well that's no the end, i waited for another half an hour before i got the drugs. while waiting at around 12.30am, i saw a queue of about five plus people at the screening station. poor them. i'm quite sure they'll only get treatment when the sun rises.
hope dad'll recover soon. it sucks being on crutches.