Monday, February 1, 2010

yawning

so...

the weekend kinda turned out interesting, and when i mean interesting, i really mean, not my normal usual weekend being stuck at work doing accounting and encoding. this saturday, i scheduled myself to see a doctor... or two. TWO doctors really. i have been experiencing rather odd occurrences lately, so odd that they had caught my attention and had even made me to consider consulting a few professionals if, indeed, i was slowly dying a painful death and just had no idea about it or, i was just malingering and needed a valid excuse for my bosses to play hokey. either way, i took leave from work, got my excuse slips from my insurance and parked my (well toned) ass at the clinics.

seeing two doctors in a row shouldn't really be that difficult, one would think. however, this is the philippines and here in the islands, things are done rather differently. first things first, the gym. yes people, the gym. despite the possible fact that i could just be dying already, i just could not let go of the fact that if i do drop dead all of a sudden, that i should cross through the pearly gates all jiggly in the wrong places. at least i die pretty and can tell my Lord and creator that i took good care of the gift he gave me. i also needed to loose the dreaded holiday pounds i packed in prep for the coming marathon i have on sunday... that is, if i'm still alive by then.

so i hit the weights with full gusto. threw plates around and pumped iron like getting that discount card at rustans depended on it! sweaty and all pumped up, i quickly took a shower, changed into a fresh new set of clothes and headed my way to my doctors. the neuro was my first stop. considering i don't think a lot of people had problems with the head, i had expected my waiting time with him wouldn't take too long. the bench in the office had only one occupant and from the look of the crowd at the waiting area outside, none of them looked like they needed a neuro either. relieve, i left my name and waited to be called. a few hours pass and i was still waiting. strange i thought, i asked the attendant why it was talking so long and who else were in line ahead of me, she then looked at me like i asked the stupidest question of all time, then pointed to the people at the waiting area and said "sir, pagnatapos na sila, kayo na po." HOLY MOTHER, i calmy told myself as i screamed in my head (i hope the doc won't hear all of that though) but what to do right? so i waited, and waited, and waited some more until finally, it was my turn. doctor did the usual interview and ran some tests on me. so far, he didnt find anything alarming about me or my complaints, but to be sure, he's sending me to get a EEG. there's just one tiny catch, i would need to be sleep deprived...

more than 24 hours and around 6 more hours to go, my head is spinning. i am eating my ass back to cellulite-ville and i am trying to figure out how the hell i'm gonna get any work done later!

3 comments:

pie said...

potahng "at least i die pretty na yan", vakla! hehe. ey, i hope you feel well soon..

the geek said...

ill echo pie...

be better soon, jamie...

misterpedagog said...

cool perspective on death

so do you think dying pretty is preparing for death accepting that it will come? ]

random thought :)