On Sundays, as usual, I would get up in the morning and head off to the pool for competitive swimming lessons. What we do at the pool is not the usual swimming lesson where you learn and practise the strokes. We swim laps, and we swim to beat the clock. 1st lap maybe on 2 minutes for 50 metres, 2nd lap 3 minutes, rest 20 seconds, 3rd lap 2 minutes and 4th lap as fast as one can go. Coach can be a sadomasochist at times, by increasing the laps and adding more sessions.
Arrived at the pool. There's a notice at the gate. "Coach is in hospital, lesson cancelled." What!!?? What happened? Made some phone calls and managed to get hold of coach's assistant. "Coach had a stroke." he said. How can that be? My coach is not the regular yelling, shouting, blowing whistle type at the sideline, he is a competitive swimmer himself.
According to the doctor, coach had a vein rupture on top right of his brain. This happens when the blood vessel is weakened. Surgery was done on him to stop the bleeding and also to withdraw blood that has bleed into the surrounding brain.
I don't enjoy being at the hospital, neither while visiting nor checking into one myself. The sad faces of patients or visitors. The fast moving staff, either they are really busy or they are avoiding any contact. The smell. The siren.
How can one be healthy? One who lives to a graceful age and able to enjoy good living? Something for me to ponder, research and learn.
Monday, February 5, 2007
Sad Day
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2 comments:
hi! we must review our lives in a purposeful way should'nt we?
bokjae you are very right.
we should indeed live our lives for a purpose, whatever that purpose is that we ourselves deem proper.
for me, I think I want to concentrate in having a healthy life.
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