After being wheeled to the ICU a doctor came by to ask weird questions. Asked where I thought I was, I uttered unhesitantly, "SGH". Now why did I say such a ridiculous thing? Next question: What time was it? Now, how would I know, right? But then she directed me to the clock that was hanging on the left wall. Must be an amusing game for these doctors hearing the nonsensical things from patients fresh from their GA stupor.
The most memorable thing about this small space was being very 'connected'. Tubes and wires were all over me to pump in glucose and medication, measure my heart and blood pressure and drain my urine. Tight support leggings were also yanked up my legs for circulation. Really felt like being trapped in a straightjacket as panic screamed voicelessly deep within me.
The family came. Was pleasantly surprised to have Daphne drop by too. I spent one night there and by Wednesday, the next afternoon, I was liberated and sent to the normal ward at 13B, Room 20.
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