Okaies... i know this is a bit late but hey...
Anyways that night everybody couldnt sleep cos it was frigging ENGLISH PAPER II a couple of days later...
Anyhows... thinking i was a good girl for sleeping at 11 oclock and will cram in some last mintue preparation for the test on thursday {i forget}. I slept sweet and sound until at 12 o'clock i got a huge stomache............ Another episode of gastintestinal disorder i thought... but it wouldnt go away .. so i just said ......... fuk it ... going to sleep after taking some medication.... then at 3 i think the time was ... i woke up again... couldnt take it no more... it was so painful... and then a few mintues later ............. SPLATTER!!!!!!!!!~~~~
vomitting all my dinner out................... smelly ass................ TT
In pure ... wth ... i ran into my parent's room asking their kind assistance.. except there was none expect ... "GO back to sleep" and "OMG OMG ... let's go to the hospital" .........................=.=" Once again you see the inconsistancy in my parent's views and opinions... It's difficult living with 21st century views and the constant need to upgrade yourself and the traditionist and non-conformist opinions of my other birth parent.
After 5 mintues of debate... dad decided he needed to rash me to hospital as i could have some exotic disease that will kill my intestine or myself. And mum just wanted to sleep and quiet from my yelling father.
So in a matter of seconds i was rashed to hospital. It was a peculiar place. Not quite as they try to portray it in the movies. Maybe it was because i arrived at 4am. But nonetheless it was a calm and sterile place. With the typical grumpy receptionist peering down your thoart as you try desperately to write your "full" name in peace and a few sleepy patients sitting quietly alone on the edge of a row of seats. Maybe it was new to me beacuse i've never went to a hospital before ... "just for me". The last time i went i awaited the birth of my sibiling AG. That was a blur and all i learnt that night was how to draw a cat with the alphabet by a kind-hearted nurse.
After sometime the young stumby asian looking female doctor called me into the emergency ward for further examination. The place was dark and suffocating. There were a fat young bloke on one bed fast asleep to my left as i walked in and the path directly in front of me was too dark to be seen. All that was visible was the back of the doctor that guided my way.
Testing my pulse and blood pressure, i was told "You're fine now.". Just for added security i told her to write my a letter jsut in case it happend again.. x).
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A few days later .. i found the letter she had written.... tempted by the devil {.. or my hamartia} i ripped opened the letter...
All i found was a letter sized 8 in font... mixed with complicated surgeon jargon and a sentence that didn't make any sense.
Now i realised the essence of education. More like the importance of standard english.
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I promote ageism. Sighs. Life goes on.
