so that man was hospitalised.
that man, could also be known as my dad.
here's the story.
he was having problems with breathing.
then he called the police.
police arrived looked at the situation,
and they called an ambulance.
upon arrival at the hospital,
his heart stopped.
the doctors revived him with a heart starter,
five doctors to be specific.
blood pressure and heartbeat was super unstable.
so bad that they thought putting him in the coronary intensive care unit would be the best.
and the doctors said that his arteries and some other tubes inside his body were..
blocked.
when i visited him last evening after work,
he looked okay.
blood pressure and heartbeat were indeed,
unstable and was fluctuating like i-dont-even-know-what-to-use-to-describe.
but he called sis earlier,
he was out of danger.
everything's back to "normal".
not sure how normal was normal.
you know,
they like to hide facts from us to minimise worry and all.
and results for the scan to see how many tubes were actually blocked has yet to be out.
so.. gotta wait and see how it goes..
the weirdest thing that happened was the fact that i fed him porridge last evening.
it was as if i threw all the hatred and the anger away and humble myself to feeding him,
doing what i can for the one and only father i have.
oh well..
as the saying goes..
"blood is, indeed, thicker than water.."
right now,
i just wish he'll be really fine and that he'll be discharged soon.
not in the mood for a third breakdown over a period of a few weeks.
i'll die, literally.