Friday on the last week of July, the busy road and sunny day, bustling cars and runnning kids and my sweaty back even though I had just dried my body from the cold water from the bathroom. It was a nice day, the only day of a week when I can indulge myself into much serious thing like taking a long nap and dreaming collections of what-the-fuck dreams under the strikingly hot sun outside the house.
But no, I've had much important thing to do that day--last Friday. I closed my eyes while applying the hand & body lotion to my feet, "Um, Hospital, Library, Grocery, Lunch, and a Seriously Long Nap--SLN," things I've had to do that day which either exciting or boring/demanding.
Finished cleaned up the whole place, drank two glasses of water and skipped my breakfast, I walked and waited outside for the bus to take me to the library first, my mobile phone said it was almost nine in the morning.
The library was still closed, well, there were this familiar short fat white pouty faced woman and another much skinnier darker-skinned same about the same height woman inside. I sat my ass on one of the old looking seat on the corner overlooking them, we caught each other glances a few times without apparent smile from either side. My sweat overflowing my body, feeling nasty dirty, I stood up, decided to take a slow walk around, the usually ON old TV was off that moment, looked outside, I spotted this young short guy sweeping the floor of the canteen, fully relaxed in his slow motioned move, in his blue tight jeans and tight black shirt which made him tinier, "Well, he loves sweeping that floor," I said to myself.
Sat down again, I wish I could've gone to the hospital first because I had the feeling that it woultn't take too long to get the test and the result. Then I raised up and took a long careful look at some photos with one special apparances in every event: The US Consulate Dude who looked good in every pic, smile permanently attached to his face.
"He surely look much better without that glasses," I uttered under my breath so no one could hear, "Wear contact lenses, the sparkly colors."
The Library door has finally opened. I walked in, rummaged my brown bag and put the book and the magz on the counter, said thanks and took a look at the shelves and left the place with much girly look-ed book cover written by Marisha Pessl, a funny name, "Special Topics in Calamity Physics." Nice reading, anyway because unlike Joyce's book which made me feel 'darker' or sadder, this one is quite entertaining.
Almost 10.
I stopped the bus to the hospital and sat between a group of old woman with white top and jeans, a church choir group or something that had to do with church stuff, looked at me as i sat down.
"She asked me to do some ministry work the other day which I hurriedly declined," one of them said in such powerful way, "It's not my turn, m'am," I said to her. The rest followed with ah, uhm, and considerate laughters.
I tried not to catch any word from them because they talked random things and said names i dunno and it was too much to hear so I took the book from my bag and pretended to read it, or, at least, I did try to read a few paragraphs and again, the sun was trying his best trick to burn me in sweat from behind the glass shield.
As I reached the hopsice main gate, I walked faster, didnt want to miss any chance to get it done.
Registered myself and paid for the visitor card/patient card, a nurse ushered me to the second floor where meds filled my lung, "Sit here and wait till they call your name," she said flatly, i smiled when she went away for another stuffs.
A shriek and screams roamed out of the Blood-sampling room, I took a peek inside and saw this boy, as if being possessed by a ghost, was hold by more than three adults as a nurse was tryig to get some blood from his left hand.
"That is so sick--ening!" I said to myself. I truly hate that goddamn needle. Always.
And his annyoing screams made me completely sick--phisycally. I got a cold sweat on my forehead, wanted to sit in one of the chairs but they looked desperately dusty. A pregnant young woman closely guided by her weary looked mom were anxiously waiting for her turn to get her blood sample taken. She is so thin and when the male nurse asked how old is her baby, "Eight" she replied and everyone who heard her made a sad sympathetic look.
She called my name, "we're about to close, hurry pls."
I sat down, streched out both of my hands, i was under stupid panick attack as soon as she ripped the plastic cover of the new needle, "Can I have a minute, pls," I said. She smiled at me, "No, sorry," without looking at me, "We still need to take a test on your blood and dont look at the needle."
When the needle was reached in under my skin, i really wanted to slap her super/mega/very hard for whatever reason, I was beyond panick. Instead, I closed my eyes, sang a few lines of Rihanna's Bitch, I'm Special lyrics.
Pls wait downstair to get the result, it takes 14-15 minutes, another nurse said. I walked okay but as soon as I sat down outside the clinic's room, i felt a painful dizzy that i've had to close tight my eyes which felt so heavy, a sort of needle pulled my eye balls deeper while i had pain on my neck, something I always get when my low blood pressure kicks in. I sat lower and lower that my hands could almost touch the floor, I let my eyes closed for some minute, i felt so shitty and surely looked miserable. I wish I had taken my breakfast!
And I was alone. No, there were the pregnant woman with her mom, and two sick men sat at the row of seat, waiting for their own test as well.
Finally I heard my name's called and get my test result, satisfyingly good. So the pain and the sweat worth it.
I put on my headset and listen to some music on my mobile which soon inaudible as i approached the main road with all of the noise, stopped a bus and sat in the front seat beside the smoking driver, closed my eyes and tried to gain some energy.
Carrefour, bought some stuffs and instead of going back home, I stopped at Ellie's and took a short helpful nap while she was talking with Lamro outside the bedroom.
For the rest of that day I felt the pain in the neck and light dizzy--but I'm happy I'm okay.
