Coming back from KK yesterday, dad went straight to see the Doctor at Duchess of Kent Hospital in the morning. He has been complaining and feeling pain on his ankle for the past one week or so. Now that the pain is getting unbearable and the ankle is turning blackish..he's starting to worry. My sister Appy ( who is the nearest among us to being a Doctor) tricked him into seeing a specialist back in KK a day after Ginnny's wedding. His achillies tendon was found to be raptured.
Coming back from the hospital in the afternoon, he was told to admit himself the same day as the operation was scheduled to be performed on the next day.
Not wanting his aid, Chia to send him there, he called Jeff and me to take him instead.
Dad says it's his first time in the hospital....awww..so cute but with a little sadness tagging
***he was put on 'no food and drink' diet to prepare him for his operation
***him still being able to move by himself, there was no need for anyone to accompany him tonight
*** we asked mom to come home prior to her Bali holiday even though dad had said not to tell her as it might spoilt her holiday mood.
I was with him in the next morning as I wanted to be around when the Doctors wheeled him in for the operation. I stayed on till it's was time to fetch mom from the airport around i.e 2pm and still they didn't come for him.
I was back with mom an hour later only to find out that they took him in for operation while I was gone. EEeehhhh.....
Operation lasted till almost six.
***multi tasking while sending mom ...sent mama cat Toufu to the vet...her ear has maggots!!
Dad's leg was casted up to his thigh thus making him an invalid. He was not to use the leg for the next six weeks.
-he looked so 'funny' yet so cute... wiggling about in bed. Kind of like those huge fat walrus trying to move around
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