Tuesday
Went back into camp "half alive". Didn't know how i managed to pass the shooting with 3 hours of sleep. As usual, i was rather bo bo in my day shooting, failing by a shot. But i turned it around with my night shoot, only missing 2 shots. So well at least the requirement to pass was met.
On the same night, my sister finally decided that it's time to send my mother into hospital. I was shooting, so i asked her to handle the admission. At first, she was suspected to be having bronchitis. Didn't visit her, because by the time i end the shoot, it was 12mn.
Wednesday
Performed my regimental duties. As usual my curse carry on, when i am on duty, some "things" are bound to happen.
Tried to call NUH to find out the condition of my mother, but they declined to say over the phone.
Thursday
Went to NUH for my physiotherapy.
And at the same time, went to settle the administration stuff of my mother's admission. To my "horror", okay actually i was expecting it, my sister didn't sign the medisave form - a signal that she dun intend to pay a single cent. So as usual i am paying again loh. From bronchitis, they changed to chest infection.
Informed my physiotherapist about the worsening of my ankle after wearing boots. So we have a discussion on what to do with my ankle. He asked me to think why is it taking so long for my ankle to heal. He said, based on his experiences, there must be some underlying reasons that i am taking so long to heal (now is already 5 months after operation). And he started to ask if i cut my hand before, and how long it takes to heal. I asked him to tell me what is the reason, but he refused to tell me, he doesn't want me to worry if i got it.
I didn't quite catch his hint at first. But on the bus journey back to camp. I was thinking about what he says. And Bingo. I realised what is he talking about.
My mother has it, my father nearly got his leg amputated becoz of that, and my decreased grandmother has it too.
I might be going for a blood test soon. Still considering it. I dunno if i am ready for this "double" blow. If it's confirmed, not only my ankle is more or less screwed up, and i have to cope with this disease for the rest of my life. Oh ya pls, it's not HIV. I am talking about diabetics.
I am not negative, but Ben does make some senses. Long healing of my ankle plus family history. I am having a high chance of getting it, it's just sooner or later.
Friday
Work as usual. Didn't visit my father and my mother. I am having a fever. Resting early.
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