Something happened to D and I on 14 Feb, which gave me the chance to experience a reality of being married and living on our own.
I am not going into details on that day, but basically D was admitted to the hospital at the stroke of midnight for acute appendicitis. Google instantly became our library reference and we learned that he had no choice but to undergo surgery.
This was something terrifyingly new for the both of us. There we were at the Admission Area waiting for the staff to brief us on the administrative and admission stuffs, and D was seated in his wheelchair with terror in his eyes…
… and I decided to switch roles with D. Taking a deep breathe, I squeezed in a quick request to God to give me the strength and let me accept what is happening at the moment, then I said, “I am mentally prepared to cancel the Malacca trip, but let’s hear it from the doctor first.”
I was prepared to burn the non-refundable deposit to the hotel and be a no-show for our bus coaches on the travelling dates. I did not want to panic, I did not want to start sulking for having to cancel the trip, I did not want to be mad for feeling very tired. I had to be there and keep telling D that he will be okay. I had to go home by myself at 4am and gather his things at home and go back to the hospital in the morning.
2 days later we were back at our place, with advice from the doctor that we should not go ahead with the trip. D can walk, but cannot lift heavy stuffs during this recovery period. So like how most women’s brain works (hahah!), mine automatically started listing the things to do:
1) Contact hotel
2) Contact bus company
3) Scan medical documents just in case
Okay la, so it’s not that many things, but each item did take some time to settle. With each party’s understanding, alhamdulillah we were able to postpone our trip so we didn’t have to burn any non-refundable deposit, and the bus company was able to switch our bus tickets into Open Tickets.
And that is how and why, we are still in Singapore today. Haaaaah.
Despite that, we were not that bummed out. During this period, I am very happy to report that D has converted into a K-Drama fan watching K Dramas every day, and now speaking better Korean language (though it is still rubbish that we shall not go there for holiday).
He was also almost convinced that he should quit his job and become a house-husband because we felt that he does household chores better than me. Hey, I am not even complaining! But of course cannot la, rumah belum abis bayar liao.
After this episode, I realized that I am stronger than I thought I was. Initially I thought I was going to cry at the Admission area and wanting to request the doctors to allow me to be in operating room (so mengada ngada I know) and get a temporary maid to help me with chores, but Allah eased and breezed me through all this.
This proves that, a little prayer makes a huge difference.