
ulitin natin to! :-)
rielma.jeni.audine.au.haze.
tin.gie.jan.me(chie).mac.
pet.maeriel.bob.glimpse.
To God be the glory!
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a collection of pics, short stories and eccentricities of a guy named ch!e/ any similarities of characters and events to real life are not intentional and purely coincidental/ welcome to life as seen through his eyes/ welcome to his wonderings and wanderings.
Ging was taken to the hospital because of flu… and pneumonia and urinary tract infection (there must be some mistake there but that’s what her chart says), and stomach aches, which I guess she got from taking too much Alaxan FR the day before (3 tablets in a day). I told her once is enough for her body pains but who listens to me anyway.
She’s always all smiles.
On evenings, she would complain about nurses who from time to time will check on her, take her BP and temperature, tinker with her IV, disturb her sleep, and generally make her stay miserable. I tried to explain to her that that’s what they do in hospitals, but like I said, who listens to me anyway.
Phet arrives at noon to take over some of the hospital duty.
We made sure the camera functions well in whatever circumstances.
. . .the inside of a Coke PET bottle.
. . .now you know!
Well, we found out the camera works just fine.
The doctor pronounced her fit for hospital release and we’re homeward bound.
Back home…and my mother’s sister is as healthy as a horse like nothing’s happened.
Sleeping in that narrow couch in the hospital room for several nights proved to be detrimental to my health. I really missed my own bed. Tueog anay ko! zzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
Some bright morning,
when this life is over…
I’ll fly away
to a land where joys
will never end.
I’ll fly away.