happy new year. super belated.
dont expect me to give you full details of my new year.coz there barely is.
aside from the fuck, er, fact that i am in what you call a writer’s blod, er block, there isn’t anything to write about.
except….
The Yummy One had to go home to his family for new year. i understand that. and i had a shift on the 1st of january. so there. no other choice but to stay home and pretend it was just another day.
i closed my windows so i won’t hear the new year sounds of revelry. so that i would be in dreamland and wont be reminded how pathetic my new year was.
i woke up one o’clock to prepare to go to the office. i went to the washroom. lo and behold. blood.
bad news. i panicked. called mod, good thing it was conrad. called Yummy. bad news, phone busy. what to do what to do.
emergency room. nearest hospital? san juan de dios.
their er is like jollibee on a sunday. you have to wait for 1 full freaking hour before they get your order. there i was, back pain killing me, blood trickling down my, and they just doodle around not minding me.
freaks.
there was this lady bawling her lungs out. i looked behind me. oh my. greyish yellowish feet. someone is dead. behind me. a dead body. so that’s how it looks like. i gripped myself so i won’t stare while puking.
one nurse saw me tapping my maxicare card, and thought that i can pay, so they finally noticed me. these fuckaroos. after the grueling stint of giving out your personal information, like lmp, previous illnesses, allergies, and whatnots, they led me to the ob area where they asked me to lie down on a not so inviting ob bed.
a glance to my left would give me a view of the dead guy. hell. bloody hell. im gonna be internally examined 3 feet away from the dead body. why wont they take him away? dammit.
3 doctors came. interns. more questions. i answered. then i got pissed off. i asked them questions. no clear answers.
hell. new year. and im bleeding. what if the baby wont be okay? what if there’s no more baby? arghhhh.
do you guys know the hell one goes through while anticipating for an hcg test result? baby or no baby? no baby or baby? with a dead guy beside you?
it was frustatingly hilarious. i got bored. i played submarine.
results: negative.
negative?????? how could it be negative?????
doctor said weak positive when one has polycystic ovarian syndrome like mine. so we have to have ultrasound.
she asked me if i want to be admitted. to this hospital?
bobe. english: no fucking way.
so doctor said, it will be best if you have a complete checkup with your hospital. fine. exactly what i had in mind.
got out of the hospital. went home alone. Yummy was a darling, calling me every ten minutes to check on me. such a heart. i love you , baby. but i need you to be here. im so goddamned crushed and i wanna kill rats.
got home. Yummy dave too. his mom and brother were with him. wow. another surprise. i finally get to meet his family.it went well. everyone was okay.
how was your new year?
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