Visit to Assunta Hospital

Recently, a friend of mine from our Christian Fellowship, whom for now shall be known as Fred, was admitted to ICU for he had dengue fever at a critical stage.

We departed from hostel in a van full of guys, there were only 2 other girls with me. We got our directions from Google maps and I am here to say that it was reliable. After a few hours drive, we finally reached PJ, Assunta Hospital.

Fred’s parents were by his side, and they welcomed us. They looked relieved and quite well rested. Everyone waited for their turns to visit him as the ICU rooms only allowed admission of 2 visitors per time. Good reports spread and indeed we found his condition improving, he regained his appetite. He pointed out that his arms hurt (they were severely bruised) because needles were forced into them for blood sampling. I am glad to see him better again, all the more because his humorous nature was still intact. When I asked whether he remembered me (it has been quite a long time since we last talked), and he said, “You’re H-A-N-N-A-H…” Smiles…cause he didn’t know how to spell my name the first time so he kept repeating H.A.N.N.A.H just to get it in his head. We prayed a brief prayer of healing for him before we left.

Upon leaving the building, we realised our driver lost the parking ticket which was supposed to be presented on our way out. The fine will be RM30 for the loss, hence everyone franticly “turned the van upside down” in search of the tiny card. But we failed. So, one of our girls went and begged mercy from the security cum parking officer. We prayed hard. And to glory to God, he let us go and we all shouted our gratitude to him, bade him goodbye with “GOD BLESS YOU”s and high fives. Thank you Lord, for such an understanding guard.

Dinner time. Some guys introduced the rest of us to a food court in Subang, near Taylor’s Business School. The guys became extremely excited and they effusively ooh and ahh-ed over every “cool” shop we passed by. Their behaviour was most probably due to the lack of shops and facilities back in their hostel area. Indeed, an array of food stalls awaited us, sending out smells of food which wafted temptingly into our nostrils. In the end, I had a mushroom chicken rice while others tried western and weird fried mushrooms.

Anyway, to my amazement, almost all of us were from east Malaysia, majority from Sarawak. Thus the Sarawakian gang happily chatted away on our way back. Thank you Lord, for granting us safe journey. And thanks be to God for speedy recovery of our dear brother in Christ.