i'm drained. being a watcher and getting just six hours of sleep in two days are really killers.

two days ago, my dad had a severe stomach ache so my sister and i rushed him to the philippine heart center.

the cause of the dilemma? well, the culprit is... slightly and indirectly... me. now, before you point accusing fingers at me, i'll have to be my own lawyer. i wouldn't want to be incriminating myself on my own blog.

let's imagine ourselves getting our asses inside a "time machine" and travel back a few days into friday afternoon...

i had the knack to make guyabano juice from the remaining slices of the fruit sitting stagnant in our refrigerator. i mashed the guybano a little then put it inside the blender to make the juice. like other kitchen-associated stuff, my take on primitive guyabano juice was nice. very refreshing, if i can say so myself. i came up with a pitcherfull of my divine creation but halved the contents of it for my thirst-quenching. being generous, i announced to the people in our house that my "guyabano-ade" was free and accessible to all.

fast forward to forty-eight hours later, sunday, four in the morning... my dad just creeped into the house after escorting my sister to manila to attend to her doctor duties. dear old dad, scours inside the fridge for something to snack on and he chances upon my pitcher. he engulfs the entirety of my guyabano mix.

three or four hours later, my dad wakes up to severe pain.

first off, i didn't know that the juice was still there. if i did know, i would have disposed of it since it was already days since i did it. second, my dad was hungry when he downed the guyabano puree of sorts. it's really not a good idea to take citric juices when you're a bit starved since the gastric juices would act up.

i rest my case. my dad also absolved me. my hands are clean.

when my dad was brought for diagnosis in the philippine heart center, we waited for a good three hours before the doctors there could attend to him because the place was full of patients. they ran a couple of tests on him and we were advised to confine him. there was a problem with that---there was no room available for him! this burdened us with another six hours of waiting! ladies and gentlemen, efficiency at its best.

during those hours of being bummed inside, i got to see the life that my sister lives as a doctor---patients bugging you to make things faster, patients who have the sole purpose of demanding and complaining, people who are in the verge of death being run into the operating room, the relatives of the dying yielding to tears, dead bodies being ferried to the morgue, people expecting doctors to be gods. all of these, nothing but usual for my sister. rubbing shoulders with death and playing tag with it... all of it bravely done by my sister.

anyway, we got a room after the awfully long wait. we acquired a room before the clock struck midnight. whew.

i stayed with my father for two more days, living off of the hospital's canteen food, taking on frequent long walks just to eat burger and fries at mcdonald's, acquainting myself with the pizza hut lady by the canteen, immersing myself in cable videoke and such activities.

i'm glad that i went home though i'm still wondering about my father's state. i miss my bed. i gotta catch up on sleep.