Thursday
morning. I woke up with a mental list of to-do’s. $*|?**$ visit to deliver IV
fluids. Get back to do the laundry. With my second to the last PUJ jibe, the
open doors of the church invited me in so the last two hours were spent hearing
the mass. At the middle of the Eucharistic celebration, the heavy downpour
added darkness to the dusk creeping in. Having waited for ten minutes more, I
decided to wade waters to get to the last jitney back to the doctor’s quarter.
(So this is Manila and its famous flood.) My feet getting cold with the pooling
of rainwater inside my shoes reminded me of laundry powder so I dropped by in a
mart for some. Finally with the nighttime shower done, I hanged the last piece
of the three-day soiled uniforms for air drying by the washroom. After hungry
tummy pacified… Oh zzz’s, come to thee…
This was my preggo days. Unbeknownst, I visited my OB-Gyne just thrice. The first two for the sonography of the tiny life budding in my tummy. The third time was because of an impending urinary tract infection. I had more time reading this book than supposed visits to an OB-Gyne. G-d had been so good to me and had me a safe delivery of a daughter. The self-help book reached another hand of an expectant friend. Whiling time during not-so-hectic clinic duty, I laid a book to gorge on. One co-employee barged in for a photo op. I met these young minds when I was in Caloocan. One day, we found ourselves dating threesome in a library. Suddenly, I felt like I belonged! Ah! The student days. No, I don't want to mention my "extended" years of stay studying that degree Doctor of Veterinary Medicine.
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