My younger brother was hospitalised last Saturday. Come, come, sit down... Hear the story. :D

He joined a Silat competition, representing Ngee Ann Polytechnic, which was held at Republic Polytechnic, and was fighting some guy... During the second round, my bro tried to grab the other guy's foot while he was kicking. My bro's right hand was positioned wrongly or something, and got hit by the foot.

I was at home when this happened. He called me up at about 9 pm and was laughing, "Dude! Guess what happened!" I replied, "Erm, you won?" He answered, "I fractured my thumb!" While laughing. -.-" So I asked, "Then why the hell are you laughing?! Did they give you morphine? Is that why you're laughing?" Haha. Apparently he found it all oh so funny, for some reason. "I can see the bone sia!" He called to say that he will be sent to Tan Tock Seng Hospital. I passed the news to my dad (my mom wasn't home yet).

I was having my dinner when my bro called, and I continued having my dinner. 5 minutes later, my dad came in my room and asked if I wanted to go TTSH. He was all dressed to go out already. -.-" Apparently the Ngee Ann Polytechnic Silat team manager called my dad, and for some reason my dad was in a sudden hurry to get to TTSH. I was about halfway done with my dinner, and my dad was rushing to leave. He saw me eating, and said that he'll just go alone since I was eating, but asked again if I wanted to go. And knowing my dad, I got silently pissed off and told him to go ahead without me. Like, wtf, dad? Couldn't you have waited 5 more minutes?

Rhetorical question. He wouldn't have waited without blowing his top first. You have to know my dad to understand the situation.

Anyway, my dad returned at midnight, saying that he fractured his thumb and shattering parts of the first metacarpal bone of his right hand (I got that last bit of information from my bro the next day... Nursing student! Haha!). He had bits of the bones in his flesh, and he will have to undergo a minor operation to put in a metal brace (and remove those broken bits of bones, I suppose?).

I went to visit my bro at TTSH on Sunday with my dad. He was still waiting for his surgery and was bored to death. And hungry. He had to maintain his weight at 55 Kg to qualify for the competition, and the day before his turn, he was at 56 Kg. He managed to lose 1.5 Kg before the day was over. I was like, "Wtffffffffffff." And he couldn't eat anything once he was admitted since his diet status was NBM (Nil By Mouth) before surgery.

I brought my laptop, which I filled with Buffy and Angel episodes (which we've been watching on and off, together), so that he would have something to do. I know how bloody mind-numbing a hospital stay can get, and fast, so I figured I'd help him pass time. We left at about 2 pm and we returned back, with my mom, in the evening. No surgery yet. My bro's hand was blue. I was thinking, "Wait. That doesn't look right at all!"

We talked to a doctor who said there were no slots for my bro yet, and that they couldn't give an estimation for when a slot would open. They said that there were more high-priority cases at the moment, and since my bro is a healthy young boy with a non-emergency case, he was slightly lower in priority. The doctor was nice enough to explain (even though I just wanted to know if they had any time ballpark for my bro's operation), but my bro just wanted to know if he could eat. Haha.

My bro hadn't had a proper meal since Thursday afternoon and it was already Sunday evening, so of course he was starving. Dextrose and Sodium Chloride intravenous solutions do shit for hunger, you know? Haha.

The doctor said that she could remove his NBM status, but that would mean that if any slots open up at night, she wouldn't be able to put him in. I told my brother to think about it... If he broke his NBM now, he was going to have to start it again the next day anyway. And while there was a slight chance of a slot opening up, there still was a chance. He replied, "Well, it's 7:30 pm already... And if there are no slots now, the chances of a slot opening up later is very slim... I mean, an operation doesn't take only 20 minutes, most probably 3 hours..."

So he opted to eat.

Heh.

We had brought him bonesteak (which my mom cooked), his friends had brought him quite a lot of junk food... And a lot of cupcakes from The Marmalade Pantry (omg, sinfullllllll). And an uncle had bought him some sausage boats too. I tell you, it was junk food heaven there. He pretty much ate half of the things in sight. And after we left, he apparently ate some more!

He finally went into surgery at 10 am (after starting back his NBM status at midnight), and I reached the hospital at about 12:30 pm, and he was still in surgery. He reached his bed at about 2 pm, and I was still there waiting. He told me that he had opted for an injection to his nerves to numb his arm, instead of general/local anaesthesia, since it was suppose to carry much lower risks, if at all. He was given sedatives to make him sleep, but he woke up halfway during the surgery and asked the doctors and nurses what they were doing. Haha.

After chatting with him for an hour or so, I told him that I wanted to go brunch, and asked him if he wanted anything. He asked for some Nutrisoy milk, so I bought him some donuts from Donut Factory, along with his Nutrisoy milk. Heh. I left at about 3 pm when I felt like my feet were starting to ache (there was bonesteak, remember? Did you think I could have stayed away, however hard I tried? And erm... I had a sip of the Nutrisoy milk. Okay, more than a sip. Arghhhh.), and my dad told me when he returned from his visit in the evening that my bro's friends bought him more donuts. Wheeeeeeee.

If you saw how much junk food, and basically just food in general, that was on his table, you'd think he was there for a party. It was crazy.

I went home, had something to eat, ate my medications and went to sleep. Woke up at 9:50 pm. Went back to sleep at about 5 am. Woke up again at 1 pm, to the sound of my younger brother's voice. He was discharged already, and my dad had picked him up.

I said hello to him, and he replied hello, and he went to bathe to get ready to go out. I was like, "Dude... Wtf?" He replied, "I'm sick of not going out!" Hahhahaa.

There ya go. Funny fella.