Life Must be Good

Almost ready for bed when Idlan asked for more food. We still for some Nando's left which he gobbled down in double quick time. With Puan Anita's help of course.

In front of his console playing on his Wii U, with Anita feeding him and Irfan attending to his every needs, life must be good ...

Brotherly Love

So far, so good. Things had been cordial and civilised, with Irfan helping his brother out, fetching his drinks, getting the TV remotes for him and setting up his iPad.

I have now dubbed Irfan the "Messenger Boy", as he had been keen to fetch things around all afternoon. Good boy.

The Nando's for tonight had already been sorted out. Next would be dinner, which I would be going out with Anita. It had been raining all afternoon, and I did what I do best. Napping!

Slept on the Way Home

The poor boy was clearly exhausted. He fell asleep in as soon as we left the hospital and didn't open his eyes all the way to Gombak.

Still trying to figure out how to get him into the house later. Too heavy for me to carry actually.

And he was still wearing his lucky pair of socks ...

Heading Home

Yes, there was the customary drama before he was allowed home. The moment Idlan saw Anita, all hell broke loose. It was painful everywhere and even the anaesthetist came to help. Nothing some paracetamol syrup can't fix! And from the improvement he had, that must've been one hell of a paracetamol concoction.

On the vanride home now. Our driver driving extra slow to miss all the bumps on the road. The local anaesthetics was still holding so far. Not much shouting yet. Only the odd ooh and aah.

He asked for some Nando's chicken again. Obviously his grandmother put an end to that. Not sure what the diet going to be like waiting for him when we reached home, with all the pantang and what not.

The bed and Nintendo were ready. Hopefully he could get a bit of rest for the next couple of days. I was sure Irfan had other plans ...

Woken Up

Alhamdulillah. It was all settled. Idlan had just woken up. And he had been talking nonsense since. In between, there was the coherent questions such as, "Where's my KFC?", and "Why is this needle on my left not my right hand?".

I'll blame that to the anaesthesia. He didn't go back to sleep once he woke up. And even worse, turned to his side once. Luckily the local anaesthesia was still in effect. Otherwise ...

Would be another hour or so before he wakes up proper. Enough time for me to do a quick round in the ward.