July is my favourite month of the year because it’s my birth month, the month named after Julius Caesar, the month where ruby, the king of precious gems, is the birthstone. I usually overindulge myself in July, I overspend to treat myself because hey, I deserve to and I’m worth it all and more.
This July though has been a mixture of challenges and frustration.
My dad was warded last Sunday for an injury for a couple of nights which happened a fortnight ago and left untreated because he could not be persuaded to go to the hospital when it happened. My sister and I first spent four hours at Ampang Puteri and after that slow unconvincing experience, had to rush out to get dad treated again. We decided to head for Gleneagles instead and spent another 2.5 hours there. The doctor managed to persuade dad to be warded and we had to return home to pack his medicine and clothes etc. He was discharged on Tuesday.
Yesterday, he had a fall and I had to summon all my strength to help lift him. The caregiver and I then brought him to Ampang Puteri and we spent almost the whole working day (09:30 to 16:20) there. X-ray revealed that the bone on his upper arm has a fracture.
Still, I am thankful that it was his left upper arm that is fractured and not his right arm as dad is right-handed. I’m thankful it happened to his arm and not his hips. Thankful that he didn’t suffer a concussion. Very thankful that it didn’t lead to a stroke. Thankful too that it happened when I was still at home and hadn’t left for work. Thankful he didn’t have to undergo surgery. Thankful he didn’t have to be warded. I have much to still be thankful for.
Just be easy on me for the rest of the year, please, Allah. Oh, and this month, my credit card statement will show that I had really been spending, paying for those hospital visits/stay and at what cost you may say. It’s true when they say health is wealth.
May Allah grant us good health and wealth, success, peace, iman, love, happiness and all the good things that we pray for. Amen.
