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November 8th, 2005
01:17 am - What a day
It's past 12am already. Oh well, for the sake of understanding, take every mention of 'today' in this entry to mean yesterday (7th November).
The 7th November of every year marks the date that she has accepted me into her life. It didn't start off very well this year, primarily because of a wonderful instant messaging technology program called MSN Messenger. Somehow, some of the messages typed would go missing, causing misunderstandings. Also, some of the messages don't reach the other party instantly. The time lag was simply atrocious. Well, even though it wasn't a very good start to the day (we fought around midnight), it still doesn't take the shine off the fact that it's a special day to me.
Being a late riser, I vowed to wake up early after ending my conversation with her. I had made similar vows for the past few days but the weather was too sleep-inducing. Miraculously, however, I managed to get up at 9am! I made breakfast for myself and plonked down to watch 2 episodes of animation. I had planned to get some project work done after the animation, in case you thought that I was nuts to wake up early just to watch animation.
What came as a surprise was that my room phone rang at about 10.15am. I thought it was from the hall office lady, since I last saw her only about half an hour ago. It was actually my mum. She was quite worried and told me my dad was in hospital and I was like "WHAT?"
The details were quite hazy then. Basically my dad did not go home after driving late night cab. My mum and some relatives were calling up police stations at about 5am but there was no news. Somehow, my dad managed to be contacted and traced to NUH. I quickly got changed and went to NUH.
I arrived at the same time as my brother and two police officers. My grandparents, an uncle and auntie were already there. I went to see my dad in the A&E observation ward and he was sleeping. Then, he woke up and the police officers asked him some questions. He was obviously very drowsy and was mumbling away. He said that he picked up a passenger who gave him 50 bucks upon getting onto the cab. The guy said he needed to go to a few places.
The guy was apparently picked up at Orchard Towers and they went to China town, where the passenger got off and returned with coffee. He gave some to my dad and told him to drive to Redhill. My dad said that the coffee tasted weird but he didn't think much of it. It appears that my dad passed out in his cab at Redhill. He managed to pick up his phone a few hours later and my grandmother managed to get him, in his drowsy state, to stumble out of the cab to look for help. An Indian worker and a nurse came to his help and called for an ambulance.
The funny thing is that no money was apparently stolen, except that the 50 bucks that the passenger gave initially went missing. My dad did take some medication before driving but he has been doing that since his liver transplant and he's been driving night shifts for a few years without problems.
The doctor at the A&E suggested my dad be hospitalised for observation. I went to settle the admission procedures and then came back to school because of class.
I think I'll probably go and check on him tomorrow morning again just to make sure that he's ok.
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| From: | (Anonymous) |
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| Date: | November 7th, 2005 - 09:57 pm |
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Aaron,
I can imagine how much anxiety this is causing you... I am here if you need any help. Any help at all.
Steven |
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