Whoo Hooo !

Pic courtesy from Soccernet.com

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!

- And my beloved Giggsy scores the winning penalty AND makes his record of 758 appearances for Manchester United to become the club's all-time leader in appearances

A little bit of happiness

After all the drama's and going-on's - these new addition to my shoe cupboard added some cheer to my otherwise downer week. Wore it to work this Friday and *yes*, I did add an additional skip, hop, jump to the step.

p/s: Dad is still in hospital, albeit recovering.

Bad things come in 3's

Its been a hectic, long drawn past few weeks - lack of sleep, long nights, very stressful.

The reason ? Dad was involved in a bad accident and I rushed back to give support to Mum and help in any way possible. It was not even his freaking fault. It was a head-on collusion no doubt but due to the driver coming from the opposite loosing control on a notorious blind corner (and it was raining!), spinning and hitting the car coming from the other side (the car driven by Dad).

In a nutshell - Dad suffered/suffers a fractured skull, his right leg broken in 3 places.

• If one thinks about it, it might seem like he got off lightly if not for the fact that Dad has always had an irregular heartbeat.
• And the med's that he is on thins the blood.
• Which means until the docs need to take him off the meds to start the thicken his blood again so that surgery could be done on his leg
• Which means it adds more pressure on his heart as it now needs to work harder as the blood is getting thicker.

Its a Catch-22 situation innit?

• It took a good 10 days before the doc's even dared to take dad to the operation theatre.
• 10 days where his leg was in "freefall".
• 10 days where is thigh bone was so jarred that it was 1 cm apart
• 10 days where his shattered bone was so jagged that it was cutting into his muscle.
• 10 days where no pain-killers could be given due to his heart-condition
• 10 days where there could have been a possibility of catching an infection
• 10 days where he DID get water in the lungs

We needed a neuro-surgeon so Dad was rushed to Pantai Medical Centre in Melaka which is a good 2 hrs away from home. Hence my 2 weeks was spent at the hospital - and thats it. I was such a regular face that the hospital cafeteria workers knew my drink of choice; and the local convenience store kept my daily reads booked as newspapers sell like hot cakes.

It has been 3 weeks since the accident and thankfully Dad is on the road to recovery. He is still in rehab with daily visits to the physio. He has metal rods now going through his bones (his new name from me IronMan) but he is slow on the uptake and he is a shell of the man he was.

It has not been an easy few weeks.

I pity Mum who has to bear the brunt of the responsibility now. It will take a minimum of 6 months till Dad will be back on his feet - and his rehabilitation has been much slower than expected.

I think it is a fear in most children to get a phone call that relays the news of a parent's demise/accident etc. To watch from the sidelines and not being to do anything but to support and pray.

I am keeping my fingers crossed.