11.17.2009

manong joe and mikee's mom

Manong Joe was just across the corridor, consulting with his doctor; outside, a female staff, a driver and two bodyguards were patiently waiting for him to come out. Mikee’s mom, Tingting, in a gold and black ensemble, was strutting her stuff along the corridor as I was waiting for Medicard’s approval of the three tests I was supposed to undergo prior to the operation, and the operation itself. Three hours at the Makati Med just for all these stuff. I fear. Like all people about to undergo an operation, I fear all there is to fear. i close my eyes, trying to remember the confidence in my doctor’s voice as we were talking about my decision to have it finally removed. I close my eyes, trying to picture all these rich, politically-powerful people, entrusting themselves to this same hospital, this same team of doctors my health card privilege affords me to consult with—and I am somehow comforted.

9 days to go

6 comments:

thecurioscat said...

kaya mo yan pre

Dhon said...

Kaya mo tan! Positive thinking!

Victor Gregor said...

Manong Joe?

citybuoy said...

go gentle! you can do it. yeah, i take comfort din when more people (especially those more affluent than me haha) trust my doctors. haha yay for health cards!

gentle said...

@ thecuriouscat & Dhon - thanks. trying to think positive..

@ VG - manong JDV

@ nyl - tumpak.

Victor Gregor said...

ah jdv. okay. hehe.