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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Have been awhile since my last blog.

Ever since my maternal grandma (whom I love very much) got admitted to hospital about 3 weeks ago, it has been a very busy & tiring period.

Going to the hospital to visit her everyday after work & during the weekends when I have the time.

Actually, I hate going to the hospitals. Disliking it cuz everytime a visit to the hospital means someone is not well. And the doctors & nurses just like to draw blood from the patients, day in day out. I know they are just doing their job....but then why must they draw blood like twice a day & everyday of sorts?

My dad was also like that...draw until he scared. My grandma too....her hands are all bruised cuz they kept poking & poking. Being old, it's hard to detect the veins....they even had to draw blood from the veins from her foot. She even had to beg the doctor "tolong tolong" not to draw anymore blood from her. It is so heartwrenching....

Sometimes I wish one can be an immortal. Even though I know we will have to leave this world when our time is up, I can't help it but wish one (especially someone close to us) doesn't have to go. And as much as I know it is impossible, I wish I can escape and run away from this truth. Guess I can't accept death as it is. And it is always difficult to let go...

With my pre-wedding photoshoot coming up in a week's time, I feeling more tired than ever, dark eye circles, lack of rest worrying & thinking about my grandma everyday, I feel so exhausted at work.

I just hope & pray my grandma will get better & well soon & her pain to be lessened.

And all will be worth.