today, neighbor dogs and hospital room issues become related.
in about 2 hours from now, i am about to make my second trip to the hospital. lucky lucky day.
the first was at around 11 am when i had to rush my kid brother (Jigs) to the emergency room because of a suspected fractured arm. funny because earlier that time we were just doing his homeworks and watching Naruto happily, and him explaining to me impatiently the history of the entire thing (since i just became a fan of the show recently). right after, he went out to play with his friends like he would usually do on a regular day when he has no classes. after an hour i heard him rushing home crying and telling me how his hand hurt, saying that he tripped from a rock after being chased by chicklet, the annoying ugly dog of our neighbor (okay i am not being mean nor biased, but you should see him live and you might even find yourself using adjectives worse than what i used to describe that dog, honestly).
after 5 hours of ER time here we are at home, with my brother's hand in a cast and me who is OH so tired after playing multi roles of being the yaya slash nurse slash guardian (since our parents are not around) and worn out from all of these misfortunes. worse is that the doctors said the kid might need to wear the cast for a month or so to correct the damaged bone, meaning he can't use his left arm, cannot play in the streets for four weeks, cannot even play his beloved psp as a compensation to him being deprived to play outside, needs to be fed and bathed and all the other things that a damaged and confined left arm took away from him.
so much for responsible pet ownership, ne? aggddjjhkkajsdahjkkgghhhdddd!
now can you please raise your hand if you agree that CHICKLET should be thrown to a place farther than TIMBUKTUUUU! thank you.
now the second trip is for the primary reason that i have to be admitted before dinner in preparation for my operation tomorrow. i was actually trying to be all optimistic about this, believing and hoping that things can no longer get worse from this morning's exhaustion, then here's the admission representative telling me before we left earlier that they still do not have a room for me, and that i am still in the 3rd slot in the waiting list, and that if ever the operation would push through and the private rooms are still all occupied, i would just have to settle with any room available.
so they tell me that. they tell me THAAAAT, when in fact i had my reservation since sunday last week making very clear instructions regarding my room of choice. come on.
i never really thought hospital admissions would be this exhausting. spell haggard, that's my current name.