Hospitals

I hate going to hospitals. Thankfully, my dad raised us with enough fear to keep us from any visits to the hospital. It was this fear that till today, my sis and I don't dare to learn how to ride a bicycle. Yes, this is the same man who plays Godzilla on my snacks and remote controls every Sunday afternoon.

Mrs. M was sent to the hospital this morning for consultations followed by admission. The moment Roger packed her into the car, one of my children called me with the news. I was in my ten o'clock. And I just stopped short. She's alone. Mr. M's just flew off yesterday morning. She was due in Melbourne, but cancelled her trip since she felt so poorly already. And now, the hospital. Ghastly.

Roger was informed to keep me updated, which he did. I called Qert. And Qert said, "What time?" And I knew we were gonna go see her. We have to. It could have been better to make Boss go with us, but he was stuck in more numbers and more corporate shit to deal with from SLIM. After our Penang trip, I realise Boss wasn't many people's favourites. I don't blame Boss. Some people are too quick to judge.

Qert has decided that Herbie is not meant for weekday use now. He's with Frostie on weekdays. Jason Lai stood with me, as we were anticipating for Herbie or Frostie. How could this dude in the posters everywhere in town not look like Jason Lai?!



Jason saw me on Thurs night last week, walking through the lobby to go meet The Ms. And he said, he was looking at the dress. Till he realised it was me. Then he busied himself with a phone call. Jason said to me today, "Let me guess.... It was dinner with The Marshalls."

Yes, doink. Doh!

And in Frostie he's spent all his hours in the jam, thanks to his PSP, watching Horatio play cool. And me, watching Marisol with hatred. Scheming skinny little bitch, Qert called her.

I don't have to resort to name-callings with Marisol. I'm comforted to know that she will die the day she marries H. Karma.

Why haven't I seen this episode before?

"You have only till episode 15"

DAMN. Yes, I remember now. I got conned.

"Yes. When I'm done with this season, I'll give you the CDs. In fact, I'm downloading Season 5 already"

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Qert and I made it to the hospital with not much banter. He wasn't letting go of my thang. But thankfully Horatio is charismatic and completely drawn his attention for 30 seconds before Qert remembers he was getting angry at me about my thang.

Thank you, H.

Mrs. M was lying there. Hating how this is ending her vacation. That's a brave woman in that ward. I would be bawling my eyes out if I was alone in the country and pale with illness. Roger stayed with her, like Charmaine did until she was warded. And Charmaine went back to check out her stuff and send some essentials to the hospital. Bless.

She feels better in the afternoon. This morning she was shaking so much that when my children called me with the news, they shook me too.

She's hanging in there. Nothing drastic. Hopefully just a viral fever and it will go away. It's her third rescheduled flight. She hopes to make it home on Thursday evening.

We brought her flowers. And wrote a nice card. Which she wanted to display.

Charmaine is going to be back in the morning to get her.

She's alright. She'll get better. We even had laughs about having the perfect holiday in Malaysia.


We left, and I went back to the office.

It's painful. Crazy. And to no extend. I am so glad Qert dropped the topic. But we've had this conversation before. And the reason why he didn't bring it up again is because he trusts me to make my own firm decision.

Ya, and bring my firewire cable to him.

I got back to the office and fell right into this engulfing emotion. My thang.

And yes, some people never learn...