I have to admit, I’ve a very little idea on how everything goes in a hospital. The last time that I paid a visit to one was two years ago when we conducted an interview with a snob staff at the Bethany Hospital for our Sociology class in college. Thank you, Lord for keeping me and my loved ones away from such establishments.
I had to see a doctor for a nose checkup. No, I wasn’t going to get my nose done, just a checkup for an unknown disease. So there I was going around the Fuente Circle to reach the Chong Hua Hospital. It was my first time to enter a medical center since I got here in Cebu. Suffice it to say, I didn’t know how I could arrive at the place even with the gigantic sign on top of its building. I mean, I didn’t know where exactly should I go. I wasn’t familiar with the area, let alone its main entrance. Poor me. I wanted to take a cab to fetch me but I figured it was very impractical. Besides, I love finding out places myself – gives me great achievement.
Luckily, I found the entrance with no sweat. I went to the OPD section as what my sister instructed and asked the information where I could find an EENT specialist. Then he asked, why are you going to see one? I froze. I think that was a very stupid question. Like seriously, why else am I going to see one?! Of course I want to be consulted! I don’t know what he was thinking but I was very disappointed. Nonetheless, he gave me four doctors with their respective room numbers. Then a nurse beside me explained that these doctors were stationed at the Medical Arts building. I let out a deep sigh. I wished I put a cardboard on my chest with I’VE NEVER BEEN HERE SO PLEASE MAKE EVERYTHING CLEAR on it. But of course I kept calm and made my way to the Medical Arts. I went to all the doctors enumerated and found my spot at Room 410B. I accomplished my record and patiently waited for my turn.
While there, I kept my attention to the kids in the room, a playful Filipino and a handsome Indian. They were literally all over the place. The pinoy was very makulit that he’d hide the magazines in a corner while the Indian would get them and put them back on the tray. Before I could even notice, they were already friends. It was as if they were already in agreement, like they know each other. How easy for them. Unlike for us, the older ones, it would take us days or even months to actually agree on “playing together”. But these kids, they didn’t mind. They didn’t even consider each other’s nationality. They both like playing around, so they’re friends. Kids, innocent and fair. I’d always love them.
Then the pinoy kid left the room which made the Indian sad so he just continued talking to his mom. Imagine his happiness when a new patient came in with her 5 month old baby girl in her arms! He instantly lit up and asked his mom if he could touch the baby. So their yaya walked the kid to the mother and child and asked if the kid could hold her baby. Of course the mother agreed. So little Indian boy held the baby’s foot and looked at his mom then smiled. It was a very charming sight. I was smiling in every second haha. I was so engrossed watching them that I hardly became aware of the time. He’s been entertaining me for an hour!
Minutes later, my sister
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Today is my second superman's birthday who has been with our dear Lord since 2007. Happy birthday, Tatay! You are deeply missed.