A few days ago, my grandmother dreamt of a builder making a coffin. She asked "For whom do you make the coffin for?" The builder replied," Why, it's for you of course".
Today, she fell from her wheelchair while visiting the polyclinic. Apparently, the slope for the wheelchair access was too high-angled causing her to fell forward. She has to be sent to the hospital. I've suffered countless injuries and have the scars all over my body to prove it. So much so that as a result, I'm now immune to physical pain. Even when I fractured my ankle, I felt no pain, at least not physically. However,when I visited my grandmother, I cringed at the extend of her injuries. Blue-black eyes, swollen lips and a red gash across her cheek. On top of this, there's a 15cm cut on her head. Initial scanning reveal that she'll be all right. Nevertheless, she's to go for another operation later tonite. Hopefully, there'll be no complications and that the dream will just be that...a dream.
