Jul 2, 2006

It just sucks that when you are having the time of your life enjoying your restdays which you know happen to fall on the worst days of the week, you suddenly have asthma — the worst sickness you could ever have which you know will always GET in the way of everything. But did I let it? Then you don’t know me at all.

My beau suggested whipping something on Tuesday night and I was too sick to do groceries so I told him the supermarket was closed and I’ll just take out something from Pizza Hut. Two boxes, do you think he’d mind I cancelled a cookfest? No. We haven’t cooked anything together yet and I would love to bond with them on that moment because that’s what he really loves most doing but he was crazy to think I’d be up for anything that involves work.

We just lazed around the living room and watched tv with out feet entwined and his mom was right across us trying to make conversation. He was waiting for his mom to sleep so we could have some privacy but its 3am and she was still yakking and laughing at the movie we were pretending so hard to watch . It was adorable though, I love that his mom is so simple to please. My beau kept hinting that she should sleep already because the last time she stayed in the living room watching tv she fell asleep and he had to wake her up for her to get to their room. When her mom mumbled something about being sleepy and finally attempted to get up and leave us, my beau squeezed my hand. I had to laugh. No action tonight, the missus is sick.

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Wednesday was no better because I slept the entire day without any relief at all. The only time I had to get up was lunchtime the next day because Jow and I had to go to Crystalle’s birthday lunch at Tongs. Sick and all, I was still dolled up in my favorite green knit top, a white tank underneath and my blue Janylin heels. Very so not sickly looking. At least you can fool people right.

After lunch we strolled along Ayala until we decided to go watch Superman. Brandon Routh in that skintight costume is enough to send anyone into a wheezing attack which of course, he absolutely is not responsible for the one I had at 10pm but still it prompted me to go to the hospital by myself because everybody was working and I didn’t have the energy to call anyone else.

What I just don’t understand in all emergency rooms in the world is their lack of sense of urgency. People go to emergency rooms because of emergencies — meaning, they require IMMEDIATE attention (sounds KSP, but what d f*ck) because it’s either they’re dying OR they are going to die SOON.

They made me go thru this pre-qualifying process of asking my personal information and between ragged breaths I had to give it to them. It takes at least a trip to the cashier and a visit to the consultant to be ever given a stretcher to lie on to! Finally, they made me lie on down on one (something with a blue coverlet that is hard to the skin) which I refused to do so because I can’t breath the more so I had to sit up and wait for people to set up the nebulizer. People kept asking where is the patient and I’m like, don’t I look sickly enough to pass as one? They looked at my knit top and gave me a once over. I cannot believe they made me sign all those fucking papers before actually shoving the mask to my face to start inhaling drugs.

Besides the annoying fact that they kept on asking also if whether I am by myself or not, they had to charge me PH165 on top of my insurance for a measly drab sheet! What the fuck when I didn’t even bring that with me. They won’t take credit cards because it’s below the minimun. Fuck hospitals. They can eat their sheets for all I care.

Good thing my mood somewhat mellowed down when Jow fetched me with his classmate from law school. Hmm. Hot guy. This weekend is going to be pure fun. Mmm.

Toodles!

Kristine Roa The Glamarazzi