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As we get sick, we have the tendency to regress. Yeah, I regressed and I regressed a lot. Somehow, I'm starting to look up again to older people to take charge of my affairs, a change from being a completely independent me. I started to feel left out, sometimes even helpless, without them. My sister left for Manila this afternoon, and I miss her now. I feel comfortable with her around. And on this trying times, she was here to support me. Now, I'm left with my younger siblings here in Tarlac, and I'm completely in charge of them.
So much for this life, I don't know where I'm heading and now, I'm even dying...
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Last saturday, I went to a hospital near CM Recto Avenue to have a check-up. I went to their out-patient department where the nurse shallowly interviewed me (he can't even spell my name right). Then after the hocus-pocus, they asked me to wait for the doctor. Time is ticking fast, and then I was already waiting for an hour for the good doctor when the nurses remembered me (yeah, they're just playing with the BP apparatus all the while). They called the doctor at the intercom and they were told to order me to have complete blood count and a urinalysis! Aaaarrgh! The doctor haven't seen me yet, he started to order tests already to buy time (I was thinking he might have ESP). I want to have the CBC, but what's the relation of the urinalysis to my throat? I don't pee from my mouth! When the nurse told me to have the tests, she was very professional and authoritative (so much for being patient's advocate). My throat was so painful I can't yell at them, which is very fortunate for them. I was getting ballistic so I walked out of the damn hospital.
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