Thoughts beyond my life & my travel - Bel

It's been a week since dad was admitted to hospital. I felt relieved when he's in 'coz I know that he will be in a good hand of the medical team. Then my family got more information from the doctor after running some examinations. Hmm... , more medical problems than we expected. Now, the doctor would like to call in a specialist to further examine him. I don't know whether it's good or bad for him to stay in bed for a week. My anxiety just grows the longer he stays in hospital. It's not easy to locate or speak to the doctor in the public system. But maybe it's time to ask for another conversation with the doctor. Dad just feels grateful to the doctor who takes care of him and he seems to be a "good kid" so far.

I went to the general outpatient clinic with parents as my dad has been complaining he's not feeling well. We walked across the street from one building to another that a regular person could make it in 10 minutes but he has to spend more than half an hour to do so. And it hurts when you saw him walking slowly and wobbly, wheezing and taking a lot of break in between. The medical consultation ended up to being picked up by an ambulance and a visit to the ER of another hospital. Though I work in a hospital, the public hospital is totally an opposite to a private one. It's a week day but the ER unit is very full.  Mom and I were happy that he received medical attention quite quickly. Each of the nurses has to probably take care of more than 10-15 patients. After an chest X-ray and ECG, he was sent to the medical ward for further investigation. It didn't seem to be a shock to him that he ended up in the hospital. I actually felt it's more assuring that the doctor mad...