A visit to the hospital

Grandpa admitted to the hospital, Loh Guan Lye (new wing). When I first got in there, I said wow. I doubted whether I'm in a hotel or what. No kidding, I'm in a hospital.

The point of this post is not talking about the hospital, but the experience in the hospital.

When I got there, grandpa is sleeping. My aunt said grandpa is singing when he's snoring... =P

I remembered I went there yesterday and I saw him walking around and talking normally, so energitic. But today, he seems tired. He seems to get used to staying in the hospital, his speeches and actions are like sending us a message, "Don't worry about me, I'm okay". He's not a typical old people, who insisted that he got no problem and wanted to leave the hospital.

I love they way he sleeps. He snores loudly, and I kinda enjoy it. His tummy is big, and I wonder what's inside there. His nosetrils are big, as he inherited the gene to his children and also grandchildren. He's cute, and I wish I can make him my bolster when I sleep. =P

When I see grandma sitting at the corner, I wonder how did she feel. She seems cool. How will it me my spouse or children sitting beside the hospital bed, seeing me lying on that one day.

A visit to the hospital, makes me think a lot. I wonder why the hospital bed, toilet, room and the view is better than most of the hotels.