Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Pantai Senangin To Pantai Hospital

I was less than excited when my friends at Ampang were suggesting to camp at Pantai Teluk Senangin (Pantai Remis, Perak),  It was Wednesday mid-morning, the day after PMR and we teachers were looking for ways to de-stress.  Noorin, Zuriana, Fitrah and Ros were all set to bring their families to Teluk Senangin.  Kak Ilah (our main chef) was going solo and Kak Pipah was bringing her recently-merdeka-from-PMR daughter.  And once they set their mind to it, nothing could stop them.  I am the only one with a child under 1, and I was doubtful that Daddy would be willing to tag a bunch of teachers to the remote area of Perak, as a way to de-stress before another round of Final exams/SPM/STPM fevers.  Plus Daddy wasn't getting enough rest/ sleep as it was.

Then again, after 20+ years of marriage, Daddy could still surprise me.  Daddy even offered to buy new tents and other camping gear and munchies. (But I know you've been busy, Darl, it's the thought that counts).

The weekend was a success.  It was pure fun in the sun, amazing sunset and sunrise, and lovely walk at the beach in the moonlight.  I'll just let the pictures do the talking.

I could be wrong (I seldom am), but I think Daddy over-exerted himself during the weekend.  At 4 this morning Daddy was coughing nonstop and had difficulty catching his breath.  At 4:30 am, we were on our way to Pantai Hospital.  Me and my foggy mind were driving and almost made wrong turns, twice.

ECG was done on Daddy.  Perfectly clear.  The Doc wanted to do the X-Ray.  Daddy refused, saying that his X-ray was done less than a year ago during routine check-up.  The Doc wanted to have Daddy warded for further observation, Daddy objected.  The Doc ordered Daddy to rest at home and gave him MC, but he went to work anyway, and came home past 7 pm.  The Doc gave Daddy an array of medicines, he left them at home, untouched. (Imagine how I felt when I came home to find the meds sitting pretty on the kitchen counter).

So kids.. 20 or 30 years from now, if you ever find yourselves in the habit of ignoring sage medical advice, I want you to know that you don't inherit it from your dear ol' Mommy..

Speedy recovery, Darl..

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