Pumpin'.

 After my classes last Friday, my mom said that our grandfather (mom's side) had a cardiac arrest and isn't looking too good. The doctors said that there's a huge chance that his condition would deteriorate so we all rushed to the province. After a 4-hour roadtrip, we went straight to the hospital.

I wasn't really close to my grandfather, but seeing him suffer was enough to make me burst into tears. He had already suffered from stroke a few times, which rendered the lower half of his body paralyzed, and his speech was completely slurred. My grandfather was more of a looming presence in my life, nevertheless his presence was comforting enough.



Last year, my friend's grandfather had passed away. Just more than a week ago, my classmate's grandfather passed away after a long, tedious battle against liver cancer. So, I was just thinking... should my generation's timeline expect their grandparents to start counting their days here on earth??



Until now, air has to be manually pumped to my grandfather's lungs. MANUALLY. My sibs and I took turns pumping the damned apparatus until our hands hurt and we were all dizzy from lack of sleep. I couldn't understand why they couldn't just bring the breathing apparatus/machine to his room. The hospital said if we were going to use a machine, bring him to the ICU. Moving him to the ICU would mean doubled expenses and only one visitor at a time could go inside, which was pretty inconvenient since people usually visit my grandfather by herds.

My grandfather grew fairly stronger after two days. Yesterday, I went back to Manila coz I still had school the next day.
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On the lighter side, I found this link on my friend's FB, a humorous satire about the RH Bill. I LOL'd so hard!!   CLICK HERE to read.



Recovering sleep,

Turtle