The Father Boy
ALA117'S CHAT. ICU Room
"Difficult, the name of the disease whose name serem must be thought. Canda just used to drop and hold it, back and forth the hospital a week there were three times." Father indeed understood the situation of one's heart the most.
"There's no pain?" Mr. wa looked at me.
"Nothing, it's just that there was a lot of complaining about back pain. You know, it turns out that it's a symptom. Now there's not much complaining, just shut up. Maybe she doesn't want to make her husband worry, but if she suddenly looks like this." I was confused myself to face Izza.
"Just go to the clinic, check HB. Later, he suggested how good, if the MRI results have been explained by a doctor. You see, any disease if there are other concomitant diseases is also a danger. Diabetes example. I have diabetes, it turns out to have cholesterol, have uric acid too, plus hypertension, right so the level killed him a thousand times. You see there are drugs relieving one disease, but the effect sometimes aggravates other diseases." Hearing what Mr. Wa said, I thought badly of Izza.
Her fibroids don't make her dangerous, but her ulcer can make her die. Coupled with a decrease in blood, also HB which is either high or low.
"When it's handled at your hospital in Malaysia, what about Bang?" ask dad later.
"It could be, more complete even because of the special surgery. But will his medical record in this hospital, if you want to take care of the same doctor here. Let it fit right there, don't need to be checked from the start again. So, just continue the action there. Even though it's called a general surgical hospital, it serves other polys now. It's just a lot of referrals from outside the region or other countries, to perform surgery because the tool in place I'm complete and updated continuously," replied the wa later.
Honestly, I immediately thought about the cost.
"You're here, Dad." It's not that I don't want the best for Izza, but I don't want you to spend more money.
"Well, sir, help, whose doctor is Izza?" Mr. Wa got up from his seat.
"Fardan Salahuddin, obstetrician." I approached my wife who was still unconscious.
"So late fainting, Mr. Wa. That's it, I'm worried." I stroked his temple.
"Try checking first."
I gave the place to Mr. Wa. Izza checked several points, it seems that his pulse is being calculated.
"Stable, we'll wait a few minutes."
I have to how to advise Izza, it's hard to make him understand. Izza seemed not to want others involved from his difficulties, but instead we grew dizzy because he secretly fainted.
Izza's position was also fixed. Let alone the veil, his body is even held by others if the situation is unconscious like this.
After ten minutes, he finally asked us to take Izza to the health service. He said Izza had decreased breathing, such as tightness and difficulty breathing.
"The hospital yesterday." Because I was thinking, Izza's medical records were in the hospital.
"Bring some documents, Bang. KK, KTP, insurance, or BPJS." Pak Wa opened the door wider.
"Cute, Bang," added the father later.
After moving Izza into the car, I immediately picked up whatever they asked for and assisted with Flowers. Blankets and pillows, Flowers that fetch. He said he would come tonight with food.
I didn't know Izza was being treated or not, but after he got to the hospital he was still unconscious as well. Increasing shock, because Izza was rushed to be taken directly to the ICU room.
In fact, as far as I know the ICU is a recovery room from patients who require close supervision. But it turns out, said pak wa the room was also for the treatment of patients who need close supervision as well.
"If it's stable, just transferred to the hospital room. You just calm down," explained pak wa later.
"Duh." How can I calm down. Where the family should not accompany in the ICU room. I could only visit, and was given a few minutes.
Izza's hospital room was taken care of, just waiting for Izza to recover and stabilize was transferred to the room. I'm dizzy with this situation, sir wa anyone is seeing doctor Fardan. I'm taking care of the administration, because I'm the one who covered all this.
I want Izza to heal, so as not to feel any more hassles in a hospital like this. Her fibroids did not make her unconscious, but her ulcer made her lose consciousness because she kept thinking about fibroids that did not harm her for the time being. The evil one is his own mind, for making his state like this himself.
"Bang, I brought a change of clothes and food."
I immediately looked up and looked up. There is a flower, with its tent.
"Yes, thank you." I accept about him.
"When do you want to be in the middle of this hospital? Wasn't it in Izza's room?" The Flower Statement makes me inflamed.
I don't know, I feel so sensitive.
"You're coming home, Dek. Thanks for all this."
If it wasn't like this, I wouldn't be in the middle of this hospital. The question is not thought of until when did he say?
"okay."
Uh, he's sitting next to me.
"Does your objection here!" I bluntly said my dislike.
"I don't sit on my brother's lap." Very simple answer.
"Don't want you to bother me anymore, Bunga!" I get dizzy when someone asks me a lot.
He did not speak to me, I had to avoid him. I moved to the other bench, to avoid having a conversation with him. I don't like to be asked a lot of questions about this kind of dizziness.
"Dec, take care of it to the pharmacy."
I heard sir wa give the order. I just looked around, watching their interactions. I didn't intend to ask anything, my head was already dizzy once.
Mr. Wa was sitting there, he probably understood if I didn't want to be disturbed. Hearing the question, I was deeply disturbed.
Dad's coming, he's talking to wa sir. I don't know what I'm talking about, I have no intention of hoarding. I'm really dizzy and half dead, because there's no good news from Izza yet.
"Our kind, sick wives get sick." Pak wa chuckled small.
Maybe he intentionally insinuated me.
"Dizziness." I just respond like that.
"Don't get to dong." Mr. wa approached me.
"What's the difference with you, Bang? Left behind, vomited blood." Dad walks the same way with you.
"It's not love, until it collapses, too." Dad laughed crisply. They sat by flanking me. Incidentally, this bench is quite large with five chairs that converge on one pedestal.
"Yes your cake, Van. Even Nadya, you're the one who's bothered. He said he had to, he said, not love. Huuu…. It's a wife, not a feeling." Mr. Wa replied as well.
A feeling? What does it feel like to have a life partner to feel sorry for?
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