at the clinic.

waiting for my meds and suddenly noticed an old lady crying to the nurse. the nurse comforting her. sorry, i cant help but listened. i cant shut off my ears can i?

the old lady’s son commit suicide. i’m not too sure of the reasons.

poor old lady.
i guess there’s one of the worse thing that could happen – outlive your own son. i dont agreed on suicide, how could you simply end your own life and expect your family to clean up the mess you left behind.  i understand how hard life could be sometimes yet i felt that there isnt any unsolve-able problem. live your life, dont let life defeat you.

i believe the old lady will be fine. its just a moment thing. she just gotta keep living, for her daughter in law and her grandchild.

poor nurse.
suddenly strike me how tough her job was. it goes beyond just matchin the correct meds for the patients. its abt showing care and concern to total strangers.

the nurse felt guilty for making me wait. i noticed the apologetic look she threw me. i gave her a ‘its-okie-i-understand’ look.

poor me.
yeap, despite my kind understanding. i really wanted to collect my meds, go home and put myself to slp. that being said, i will wait, giving the old lady as much as time she needs. what a little illness compare to her grief. i will be fine tomorrow, but the old lady gotta need more time den me.

poor thing.
okie, i need to slp.

sick-y groove.