Our story again 2.

Been a year plus I have been ferrying cikli here and there for his medical appointments. But the last few days and weeks ,someone else has to take over the matter. As I was taken sick too and recuperating . But that seems like a crawl.

I wonder what type of virus has taken the better of me. When cikli gone ill with fever I was still ok. Then when he started coughing,sneezing, thats when I too went down the hill.Literary.
I have never experienced that kind of fever. Hallucination ,that is seeing and hearing things made me thought I was going bonkers. The fan on the stool looked like a strange creature out of a nightmare film. Fleeting images and knocking sounds......were something that crossed my mind.

I was unsteady on my feet. Getting out of bed was a problem as I would get dizzy and pitch blackness seemed to envelope me.
The culminating point of all these were when I had to grasp for my breath. I asked ciklin to send me to the ER straightaway although my Remedic doctor had told me to see him after my dose of medicine that he prescribed had been finished.

Administered the nebuliser and a number of tests,I was declared OK. Send home with loads of medicine and told to finish the antibiotics orescribed which I duly did.No blood test or urine sample taken. The doctor in charge forgo about that because my temperature was 36 . Ok katanya.No fever.

Finished all the medications ,but the fever seemed ketegagq as the locals would say. Still reeling from the sickness. Couldnt breathe freely when antogonised . Couldnt do this and that.

So....when cikli has to attend the eye clinic at Sultanah Bahiyah, ciklan's help has to be called this morning. No longer was his wife able to push the wheelchair from the lobby to the doctor's room.
I doubt even walking throught the hospital too .

Hope I regain my strength soon. Not only to assist cikli but also to visit my not so well cucu who went down with flu after coming home from Oz. Kesian Fohim.

Musim orang kahwin dan sakit demam la ni. I presumed.
Thats all folks. Bye. Take care.

Tiada lagi mesra

Hi folks, this is Nina's writing.
After so many days,mamason was able to let Nina write.

Peliklah mamason @ cikson ni. Sejak dua menjak ni dia dah tak mau mesra dengan kami anak beranak,adik beradik. Kalau kami masuk ke rumah,cepat cepat dia shoooo kami keluar.
Hairan juga Nina dan Tam
Dulu tak begini.
Jadi kami dua beranak hanya dapat bersantai diluar koridor rumah RBL. Hanya pokok terung saja yang menjadi tepat berteduh dari panas. Kalau hujan,lintang pukang kami lari cari perlindungan.

Nak ke laman depan rumah, si Luna dah isytihar itu territory dia. Lambat Nina melintas ,dia menerkam bagai singa lapar. Atas lori tempat Nina selalu bersantai pun dibuat rumah dia sendiri dengan anak anak dia.  Mana aci!

Pagi pagi selepas subuh,kakina dah bersiap sedia untuk ke airport. Balik rumah sbb cuti dah habis. Cikli dan paklang hantar dia ke sana. Cikson kata dia tak sihat. Demam lagi. Bila lah orang tua tu nak sihat seperti sediakala. Asyik murung saja.
Kesian kakina kena berjam jam dalam kereta akibat jam dilebuhraya. Kata makcikson, boleh sampai balik negeri China lamanya. Besoknya dia cover tidur hingga tak ingat dunia. Letih agaknya.

Harap harap tu kembalilah bersinar RBL macam sediakala. Kami boleh tumpang bermanja bila kami masuk ke rumah. Mamason dah tak sakit lagi bila dekat dgn kami.

Hope for the best....
Eh rumah sebelah dah ada rumah sendiri untuk jenis macam kami. Tokwan Saad bertukang pagi petang siapkan.
Bestlah depa no......

Ninasandaq

Malaysia la tu...bila cuti bersambung

Kesian mereka yang terpaksa berkereta, berbas Sabtu haritu. Cuti 3 hari sempena Maulidur Rasul dan cuti hujung minggu dengan kenduri kawan rakan,sanak saudara menjadikan Plus Highway ,LPT sendat sesendatnya. Diburukkan lagi dengan kejadian tak diingi diutara,ditimur dibarat dan diselatan. Boleh kata everywhere!

Si anak memberitahu dia akan pulang menumpang kereta rakan selepas makan kenduri di Kedah. Tunggu punya tunggu ,sianak sampai ke rumah hampir jam satu pagi! Imagine bertolak dari KL 9.00 pagi sehingga jam 6 masih berada di Bukit Merah ,Perak. Perjalanan masih berbaki menuju Kuala Nerang Kedah. By 9.00 baru tiba disitu dan pergi juga ke rumah kenduri walau pengantin dah tukar uniform.

Banyak sunggoh kejadian pada hari Sabtu itu.
Di utara,penumpang kereta punya masa keluar kereta dan bertanya kabar berita. Akibat lorry diesel punya angkara. Jam sehingga 50 km katanya.Maka mengensot ensotlah kereta dan penumpangnya.

Di Selatan pula,kejadian kereta berpeluk pelukan. Ada yang sampai naik atas kereta lain.

Di LPT pula petang itu sebuah bot tersadai dilebuhraya dan mengganggu kelicinan trafik. Jam lagi berbatu batu.
Bas terbakar,kereta terbakar juga menjadi berita.

Yang terbaru....sedih dan ngeri lihat sebuah MPV hancur melanggar divider dan seterusnya menghentam pillar jambatan di LPT2. 6 menjadi mangsa. Allahu.

Aduhai.... situasi begini kerap kita dengar musim2 cuti. Kenapa kita bertanya.
Cikson pun tak tau apa sebabnya.
Jalan Malaysia teruk?
Cuaca Malaysia teruk?
Kenderaan di Malaysia teruk?
Atau ada lain yang teruk.

our story...

So many things transpired these few days.

Cikli was warded at Hospital Tuanku Fauziah ,had a minor surgery. Only ciklin was in attendance to his father's needs and demands. Yours truly been taken ill and could only fend for herself.Pity her for having to run errands here and there and also in the wee hour of the morning .Alone.Walking the dark alleys of the hospital ground from ER.... just as what I did  earlier.

Those few days were really a test of everything. Mum was sick at home,not a single food down her stomach and then the ultimate happened.
To ER she went...

The fever subsided eventually but one thing  was dominant....short of breath in many circumstances.No talking ,no this and that..

This afternoon,ciklin returned to KL. Mum was one finicky woman until she heard of her safe arrival at PV. Syukur Alhamdulilah.

Then cikli rang to tell that he would be discharged soon. As the able bodied messenger was no longer at home,mom had to take the task herself.
At three she braved herself to drive the dusty brown iriz towards the hospital in town.
Parked the car at the handicapped carpark and sauntered into the lobby towards the guards.
Maaf ya makck park sat saja kat situ. The answer was a stern NO.
After a while I was given the green light to park the car beside the lobby but not in that area after explaining that I just got treatment from ER..So much for reasons. Makcik boleh pengsan kalau jalan jauh jauh.Reality pun. I wasnt my steady self .

After bundling cikli in the wheelchair, I wheeled him to the lobby. So surprised that urusan keluar spital could be that fast.

By 4 cikli was safely ferried home by termengah mengah punya isteri...

By 8 cikli was out of home to a meeting watched by the wife with gritted teeth.
Biarlah luncai dengan labunya... she said to herself. Tak kuasa dah nak bertojai. She got to take care of herself too.

Thats all folks. Gudnight.