My life keeps on turning upside down. But almost in a good way.
Today I woke up in a chair inside a hospital room, where I kept company to my mother. She had just a minor surgery, but the doctor said she better not walk for a while.
But times are peaceful even now. There are always those little moments you are sure you'll end up cherishing your entire life.
For example: A couple of hours ago, the nurse turned on a bright, blue light in my mother's room, so she could read better. The nurse left, and that strong light kept on. Later, my mother gave up on the book she was reading, and decided that she needed a little rest.
So began the quest for the light switch (I'm not sure if that's written right. Here we just call it an "interruptor"). I tried every single one on the room, but none seemed to turn that damn thing off.
I have a little bit of a hospital room trauma. Once I was visiting my grandfather, and I accidentally pushed a button on the wall. In less than a second, a brigade of desperate nurses was there to see if there was anything wrong with him. Of course, I was embarassed to death.
So, back to my mother's hospital room.
I eventually started to try pushing some other safe-looking buttons.
But I happened to press one of those in the exact same moment that mom changed her bed's position (It's remote-controlled).
As I heard the noise, I imeddiatly jumped back and shouted: "What did I do?!"
She just kept there staring at me, before bursting into laughs.
I'll never touch any buttons in a hospital room again.
Never.
...
But, anyway.
I hate hospitals.
I like the food here.
But every single time I come to visit someone, that peson is a)still half-asleep and unable to elaborate full sentences or b)too busy talking to the crowd of people around the bed.
Thankfully, when I arrived here, my mother was already fully awake.
Oh, and my half-brother (my father's son) came to visit her today. That was very sweet of him.
We don't see eachother very often, but I like him very much.