I found myself writing a new post today. My hand is still shaking and I can feel the cut on my finger. I am stress out this past few days. My father in law was rushed to the hospital. It is now 5 nights that we are sleeping in the car. Waking up 7 in the morning, fixing myself and checking the task for today. Around 8 I am ready to start working and then around 6 or 6:30 p.m. I am done to all the things that I need to do. Just 10-20 minutes rest and will take a bath. I’m ok actually everything is normal. Around 7 or 8 we are on the Hospital, specifically in Ospital Ning Angeles.
Let me thank my mama and tatang for letting us borrowing their car. It such a big help although it leaves our pocket empty. I took up nursing but did not really pursue it. Well, I am not really into medical field. I am more on traveling and trying new foods. To tell you the truth, I only entered the hospital once. I stayed mostly on the parking lot writing poems and capturing things that interest me. I am afraid to see blood and the smell of the hospital makes me dizzy. I do not want to see ill people because they make me sick.
I am starting to love sleeping on the car while on the parking lot. Aside from that, I am starting to love eating again. Ouch! That really hurts. In the front of the hospital, you can see a really small store that sells junk foods, candies, drinks, el Diablo and ballot.
Everytime I am hungry I only buy el Diablo, c2 and of course ballot. My tatang always tells me to eat ballot because I always have 90/60 and sometimes 90/50 blood pressure. Balot is really delicious. After eating one, I bought another one but it stops me for a while and I think first before eating it. People around me look at me because they saw me shock.
Look at the picture ( I actually took the chance to capture it). In the end, I close my eyes while eating it and then laugh so loud after. LOL!
