A place full of hope.

so today brother went back to the doctor for check up and it was all good. phew~ it all started with this love letter from the clinic doctor (which i tried real hard to read but could barely figure out half of what's written).  

the doctors' secret code

anyways, the short trip to the hospital with my brother made me wonder how it's like to be working as a doctor or even a nurse. first thing that came to my mind was that it's so, so so so different from professions like accountancy? maybe not so much in terms of the working hours, but the thing that drives them to work day and night without feeling tired of the job. i'm not sure how much of a role money plays in this, but it's so many lives they're saving. patients who are fighting so hard for miracles to happen have got all their hopes on these people. even if you're just a nurse, every little action of yours would mean so much to the patient, the way you smile to them, talk to them, convince them that everything is going to be okay. it all means so much. i really like the idea of jobs like these that directly touches people's lives. by the end of the day, no matter how tired, seeing the patients recover one by one and become healthy again must be the best-est reward someone can ever get. 

drip drip drop.. that needle poking into the hand looked super painful! ><

while we were at the waiting bay before my brother was admitted to a ward i saw a few other patients with their family members too. there was this poor kid next to my brother who fractured his right arm (looked quite bad by the way it was bandaged), but the parents were still grumbling at him not wanting to eat and all. then there was another little cute malay girl with huge eyes, so cute that i couldn't resist waving to her. and she actually waved back! :D but after a couple of minutes, the nurse was trying to cover her face with the oxygen mask but she seemed to be terrified by it, kept crying and crying :( *heartbreaking much

lil pink tortoise and albino kangaroo on the way there~ 

as we got to the room, opposite my brother's bed was this man with diabetes :( what really caught my attention was his daughter who was sooo patient in taking care of him, he was refusing to eat, but the daughter just slowly fed him and was telling him nicely how he should eat so he'll have enough strength to recover. the next day when we went back to visit my brother, she was there talking to her dad to keep him company too. 

joyyyride :P

as for my own family, everyone got so worried about brother, little sister was so cute she went googling about brother's condition, mum was busy checking on my brother, dad made sure my brother's got everything that he needed over the stay at the hospital, elder sister made sure that all of us would go visit him together again on the second day, and... i just didn't want my brother to feel lonely or bored at the hospital so i brought him extra visitors :P 

and we're there! :)

the only vivid memory i have about going to the hospital was when i followed dad to visit mum at sjmc when my younger sister was at her littlest :p 18 years back but that fraction of the memory still remains quite clear. going to the hospital again this time round felt very different though. seeing some of the patients in a lot of pain was really very very painful to me too, but how the family/friends were around to give support really touched my heart too. 

home sweet home :D brother was thoughtful enough to let roo peek his head out for some fresh air heh.

if only it wasn't when FCR assignment was about to due, i could have spent more time with my brother rather than just bringing him extra visitors. Lol. my brother's very much like me that we don't fancy reading story books, and this was the first time ever he actually asked me to look for a nice book so he could read when he's got nothing to do. 

took over brother's room to hardcore for FCR when he's not home.

and honestly, i'm actually really excited for my friends who are going to be doctors one day :)