Most of the time I don't need to get to work early but recently I had to..
My husband wanted to consult his doctor in the morning, so I had to go to the shop earlier. He had visited his doctor a few times before he finally agreed to a surgery.
Well, my husband had this bugging problem on his buttock. There was a small growth but very persistent even though my husband pressed it out..
It was not painful but a bit irritating especially when he sat down..
So a day was fixed for him to go through the surgery..
This morning, I dropped him at the entrance as I needed to find a car park. We were there at 10am and imagine we waited till 11.30am.. When everything was settled, it was already 12pm.
I had to get back to work and ran some errands..At 3pm, he was still in his ward. At 5pm, I called him again but there was no answer. I presumed he must be in the operating theater.
I quickly had my dinner and I got to the hospital at 6pm. He was still not back to his ward yet. I waited and waited till 8pm. Finally, he was back.
He was conscious. A short while later, he was served a bowl of porridge and a cup of milo.
Visiting hour is over at 8pm so I just said goodnight, left the place and back to work..
Tomorrow I have to go to work early again....