I was at the bank today afternoon just before 1pm and then went to get a haircut. I was almost back home when I got a call from my mother. Since I was on my way to the apartment, I cut the call and pressed the doorbell as soon as I reached home. Then mom dropped the news to me – my dad had fallen down while walking on his way home for lunch from his office and hit his head. As there was a cut & bleeding, an auto driver who my dad’s company occasionally calls for his service and some guy who worked in an office nearby, took my dad to the hospital nearby. Once he reached the hospital he asked the driver to come and get me.
I went with the auto driver to the hospital where my dad was in the Casualty ward and I had to wait for 30 minutes before I could see him. There was a nasty gash on his forehead, not too big but deep and he had to get 3 stitches on it. Also he had a cut just below his nose as well. What had happened was that on his way home he was looking for a van to carry equipment and books for an event that the non-profit organization he works for is going to conduct tomorrow. So although he walks on that same road that’s just in front of the building we live in everyday he failed to be careful while walking on the big hole in the road that was hastily & badly covered up with some rocks, granite & tar by the stupid fucking road & transports workers as a fix-up. He hit his shoe against a rock that protruded out and fell. At the hospital I also called my sister and she came to see him as well. We paid for his medicines and stitched and brought him back home where he had a light lunch talked to my sister for a bit before she went back home and then took a long nap.
He is rested and feels better. He has to take medicines and rest more and in 2 days has to go back for changing the dressing. Man was that a scare. I just hope he is more careful when he walks.