The actual birthday
October 18, 2010 ♥ St. Luke’s Medical City
I was never fond of hospitals. Even though my fever exceeds the norm (e.g. 40.9, 40.1) I have never considered getting confined. There’s something incredibly creepy with hospitals that would just serve as a starter for my ever longing depression. The funny thing is, I come from a family of those who regularly visit the doctor due to illness. With just myself, nearly yearly suffering from a variation of bronchopneumonia topped off with high blood, we know how to drive ourselves to the hospital. But none in the family more frequent that my brother.
This has been to a certain degree that we spent both Christmas and New Years in a hospital room. So to no surprise, when my brother was pink with fever Sunday afternoon, the wisest thing we could do was to have him checked up. And true enough, he had a really bad case of dengue. But with the efficiency and the frequency of events like this, we have become accustomed to it. Rarely shown in how we react to the situation, we skim through the bad times with a huge deal of stress, a couple hours panicking and an iron out solution to whatever comes.
Of course, what better day for it to happen that on my birthday, along with the constant pressures from a prior responsibilities, I think back how the heck did I manage the stress. I didn’t rush to the hospital the moment I heard over a phone call Tammy was confined. But I treated myself to ice cream, allowed myself to calm down and breath a little. This was my birthday. But my birthdays rarely were happy. An expected phone call didn’t turn up and the weight of the world on my shoulder, I still didn’t know how I went through that day. By the afternoon, I was exhausted. But I managed to get by school at six pm for a Literature presentation meeting and squeeze in a movie date of Eat Pray Love with McDonalds on the side. The rain was harsh at night. And it would have certainly disappointed anyone wanting a happy birthday.
But the best thing I got was there, in the emergency room, the four of us, my dad, mom, Tam and me, no shouting and just smiling. Things turn out okay in some weird unexplained way. And I guess I’m ready for whatever life may bring. After all, I’m 20 
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