Becklee’s Blog

Yesterday being a Saturday, we visited my mom at the hospital together with a good old friend, Juliana. She has always treated my mom like her own mom and we had a good time catching up and she said a prayer for my mom before we left.  We had lunch nearby and chatted some more until she had to go for her facial appointment.

In the evening, Ah Loot and I went to the hospital again and while we were busy enjoying the serene and quiet environment (my mom was the only patient left on her side of the ward), a woman in her fifties was wheeled in and occupied the bed opposite my mom. She was such a noisy woman, groaning loudly all the way as if she was about to kick the bucket.  After the nurse had taken her blood pressure and temperature, etc, the doctors came to examine her. They pulled the curtains around her but we could hear her groaning, “oohhh, aahhhh, hmmmm, aiyeeee!!!”  The sound of agony or ecstasy depending on whether you’re on a bed in the hospital or bedroom.  Even after the doctors examined her and left, she went on “ooh, aahh, ooh, aahh” … I’m not exaggerating, you can ask Ah Loot.  And then she pulled the curtains around her as if she hated the sight of us.  The nurse told her that she should not close up all because she won’t be able to see her.  She went on and on with her groaning as if she’s the only sick person in the ward.  About an hour later, her son came and she started groaning even louder even though her son was on her beck and call.

Today during lunch time, we went to the hospital and the idiotic patient, Madam Ooh Ahh, had incontinence. She started to go to the toilet several times and each time, she would wet her trousers and leave it on top of the toilet sink. When I went in, I saw a huge bundle on the side of the sink. And it’s so unhygienic because other patients in the ward use the sink to wash hands, brush their teeth and wash their faces.  At that time, only my mom and Madam Ooh Ahh used this toilet and those dirty trousers definitely belonged to her. So, while we were there, she had thrown three trousers on the side of the sink along with about half a dozen more earlier.  Each time she did that, I felt my temperature rising. My mother told me that earlier in the day, the cleaner had cleared one big bundle of her soiled trousers.  That made me even madder.

Then three of her visitors came and her son was no where in sight. When she had visitors, she could talk and talk and not a sound of groaning came out from her mouth. Soon after, her son came and she asked him to take another pair of trousers as she wanted to go to the toilet yet again. This time, I took the opportunity to tell her son to take the whole bundle of his mother’s soiled trousers out of the toilet to the room where soiled clothes and linens were kept. He agreed to do that, but when he went into the toilet to get the soiled clothes, Madam Ooh Aah stopped him from doing it. Isn’t she a real bitch?  So, it was all left there. I was really pissed off but there’s nothing much I can do, unless I want to lodge a complaint at the nurses’ station. I told Ah Loot that I wished she would drown in her own urine. Of course, I understand it’s the duty of the hospital cleaner to remove all the soiled clothes but they probably just did that twice a day since all the patients would only change clothes once a day if at all.

Anyway, just as I was leaving the hospital I overheard Madam Ooh Aah telling her son to buy “Pampers” (or adult diapers).  Tomorrow I’m going to see my mom again in the evening and I’m hoping to see that the toilet is cleared of her soiled trousers.  One patient was just warded when I left and tomorrow, there would be more coming in, I’m sure.

I’ve seen patients come and go while my mother was in the hospital but this Madam Ooh Aah is the worst patient I’ve met.