Sprain Day Part 2 - Hospital Visit
For the first time, I went to the hospital uber willingly — Yes, I did, despite my phobia. Sure, I went there with teary eyes and a limp, but I wanted to try getting stronger painkillers — which I didn’t get. No, it’s not that I wasn’t in pain so much, but my university’s infirmary’s pharmacy didn’t have it. Stupid doctor, prescribing me medication which did not exist!
Anyway, the conversations I am about to post that took place at the hospital were in Filipino but I shall translate them anyway for the sake of my readers.
Upon arriving in the UP Diliman Infirmatay [read: inFER-mah-TAI (Infirmary + Patay [dead]… because people accidentally die there) ER…
Receptionist: What do you need?
Mi: I sprained my ankle.
Receptionist: Okay, fill this out.
And so I fill it out… and she makes me wait… standing…
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3 October, 2007 (23:29) | Health, Life, Philippines, School | By: Mi

Mi is a 20-something-year-old tech support agent, wanna-be singer, wanna-be musician, frustrated photographer without a camera, blogger, observer, weirdo, and 













