Apparently everyone's life has to move on in spite of me being sick. 
Which i would totally totally agree. I told everyone to keep pace with their own lives and never worry about me. Well i worry about me i guess... everything is totally different back home... i mean being treated back home. Although i would totally tip my cap a million times to excellent doctors specially mine ;) but then the system totally can't keep pace with me. They stroll i run. So here i am in what they call nurse station next to a nurse who is literally brushing her teeth on the emergency room sink. And a doctor who is coughing like i am not the one dying here LOL! i can see my mom's disgust and yup the emergency brushing of the nurse's teeth is commencing at the moment.... okay so stop... i am wheeling to the xray... done. Xray people can't hear me calling they are reading my name on the record as if its kind of a mantra..hey guys sick person here and I am so wanna pee... thanks to mom who makes me drink welch every second as if it is a magic drink...  it just makes me pee really...next stop blood people...done. back to the nurses' brushing station. LOL! By now i guess i have already gotten use to the needles and test i have learned to comply... okay i admit not really... i have gotten use to it...every time  a routine was missed i ask about it... okay reminder to self stop being annoying. This is something they need to take control and not me.

Okay rewind... did I say I use my illness to get pass the long que at the over seas filipino workers table? I know it not fair... but i have no time here. The lady wanted to cry for me but i told her i came not to make her cry just make things a bit faster. 3 seconds and i was smiling dashing off the building. Mom as faithful as she is tags along making sure i drink my welch. I love you mom. And well dad was at home making sure he get me all the exotic fruits and tuna i requested. Well... my family has been so helpful really... uncles and aunts who made me pass a couple of doctors fee here and there... in the philippines we call it connections i guess...but i call it kindness. In here there's a lot of waiting... but perhaps i stop to care about it now... time is all i ever wanted... honestly... i don't want to rush nor wait... next stop ECG... OH hello there machine... i don't know whether to cry or to laugh at it... do this thing really work... or electricute me to absolute death. But turns out i survive the lie detector machine ahahahhahaah. Oh good finanally they took their surgical mask off. For what seems to be eternity... i was talking to faceless people in white... you'd probably be consider above einstein genius if you understand half of what they are saying... all i hear was nguf nguf nguf ahhahhhahah. Okay stop... mom wants me to drink welch.

Moving on... okay stop... would you believe i am at the moment wheeling on the chair cuddling my suitcase...Speaking of total awkward... id rather walk really... this thing on my lap is hell heavy... but the guy just wheeled me off... like he is actually doing me a favor...

Call me the meanest sick person in the world but you can't blame me can you...i have to rant... at this moment right now a needle is fishing through my veins... after a nurse did a through and through insertion to supposedly attach me to this liquid thing... well i guess they thought i am for barbeque. LOL! and really not funny... and yup again the pre op instructions delivered through masked nurses.... really? all i heard again was ngufnguf nguf... oh well... i needed to be okay... and i guess i need to tolerate ...after all, what can be more painful than cancer itself... so bring it on girls... go fish... LOL!

 Been two days since i got out of the operating room. And so far things are fine. I know ive been impatient and had so much to rant about but this time i stop focusing on my illness and started to focus on the goodness of the people around me people who are patient with me. And yes id like to consider myself bless because i have a team of wonderful people who take good care of me. My doctors who will do everything they can to save my life... my family and friends who treated me kindly not because I am sick but just the way they used to. To friends and family thanks for treating me not sick.