grandma was warded into icu on tuesday. she's one tough woman.

because she's senile, she couldnt rmb that she had an operation the day before. hence, she didn't feel any pain.

then again, because of this, she'll suddenly switch moods, and suddenly remember different parts of her life and also remember that there's pain in her body. she was getting so naughty to the point that she kicked away her blanket and tried to pull the tubes out of herself.

really, it's a second childhood for her. i'm glad that we saw her yesterday. went there with my parents after yesterday's lecture and stayed there for a couple of hours.

some thoughts/reflections:

it's rare if you get the chance to be a doctor, but you would be an extraordinary doctor if you can speak dialects. most old people speak only dialects, and as a result, most doctors cannot understand if they're having problems etc.

i think that maybe, courtesy is a rare trait in this country. it's incredulous how some people can treat ICU wards/lounges like a park/beach to have picnics, children making noise, lying on the chairs with feet propped up, reserving areas with packet food and plastic bags, shouting across the place to each other etc.

grandma had a blood transfusion and i was reading the blood packet. a volunteer donor donated his/her blood on 3rd jan to help a complete stranger. i think it's amazing and really, i'm gonna seriously considering donating blood. who knows how amazing this help can be to someone who really needs it :)