Hospital Seventh Month Experience

One week ago, on the night of Aron's 4th birthday, I got food poisoning. The lucky thing was the food that I had contracted with virus was not the Swenson birthday cake. Otherwise, I cannot imagine what would happen to the whole family. I took 4 days to recover.

On the day of my recovery, my mum started to feel unwell as she had a couple times of vomitting and diarrhoea. With her age and health condition, she seemed to be more serious. By that evening, we decided to play safe and send her to A&E.

At SGH, everyone in the A&E had to wear mask. You wouldn't know whether the person next to you had contracted H1N1. So, I bravely suggested hubby to return home first, while I would stay there and wait. From 8pm, I waited in the mask for 6 bloody hours! By 10pm, I felt cold and tired of sitting. I decided to go for a walk and get myself something hot to eat or drink. But I was told the canteen was already closed. The only place I could go was the Cheers at block 4. I just couldn't wait to get out of that cold place, so it didn't matter how far I had to walk.

The distant to Cheers wasn't that far, if you are walking in the day. But it seem extraodinary far when you are walking alone at night, especially on the 15th night of the seventh month. There were only 1 or 2 people walking pass occasionally. Other than that, you find yourself walking in the middle of nowhere. My heart seem to pump faster than usual. But I acted very relaxed, I didn't who I was showing my "braveness". I finally got myself a pack of cold and hard hotdog bread with a cup of hot milo. As I was reluctant to go back to A&E so soon, I tried to find myself a place to rest and eat. I stopped at a closed cafeteria at block 2, sat down at a table that seem to be the brightess spot and had my food there. Occasionally, there would be a few staff walking out from a lift or a door from a distant and walked towards the exit door. Most of them would give a stare at me. Good that they see me, I thought.

I quickly finished my food and returned to A&E and continue waiting. Finally, by 1.30am, I was told that mum had to be warded and I had to do the admission at the counter before I go. Since mum was in stable condition, I told her I would just settle the admission and go home straight after, without going up to the ward. She agreed fully.

When the admission was done, staff asked me to send the file up to the ward. What?!!! You mean I have to go to the ward? Yes! So, with much reluctance, I took the file and walked to the ward. I had to walked through a long passage way in the hospital, ALONE, at 1.30am, on the 15th night of the seventh month! By the time, I reach the lift lobby of block 5, I was all alone in a super quiet place. I walked into the lift with my heart pumping very fast and press the button on the highest floor. Luckily, the building is just 8 storey high.

When the lift reached the 8th floor, the door opened. Suddenly I heard a very loud "HOOOOOOOOONG" sound. My heart almost dropped. My leg couldn't shift a little. It took another few more seconds before I started to realise that the sound came from the aircon dat from the ceiling. I walked out at the fastest speed I could take and started to chant "Nam Mo Wo Mi Tuo Fuo" repeatedly in my heart. At the shortest time, I reach the room and saw my mum in bed with a few nurses attending to her. I couldn't felt so relieved by then.

After making sure that my mum had settled down comfortably, I walked back to the lift lobby and heard the same loud "Hong" sound again. This time, I was too tired to feel scared, I just couldn't be bothered anymore. So I took the lift alone again and went down. I was lucky that there was a one and only taxi waiting just outside.

By the time I reached home and lied in bed, I was still thinking about my horror experience.