The Hospital Incident

"St. John. That's where we will go. That's the room in the hospital in where we will go."

I was like shocked. Did they just say we were to have  a serious meeting in a hospital room? Because our moderator was the one confined, and I thought he will have his words of wisdom on our meeting, I just agreed to go. However, while on the road to the hospital, I got chills to myself. A hospital? I hated hospitals and I still do. I do not like the aura that I feel when entering hospitals. It's ineffable, to tell you. As far as I remember, I have been hospitalized once and it sucked. And another thing, I'm afraid of all those medical thingamajigs and operations. Gosh.

After sitting at the back of the vehicle for about five minutes, we already arrived at the hospital.

After some gross and medical topics which I never wanted to hear, and after being complete in number, our group already went to the room where our moderator was supposedly confined.

St. Raphael. St. Anne. Female Ward. We can’t seem to find the said room. We have reached to an unknown floor and all of us seemed to be lost. Some of my companions (and me) were totally scared to death with the hospital. I closed my eyes to some parts of the hospital. I do not want to see the wards, dextroses, operating rooms, the beds, everything inside it. I was thanking God a while ago for me not taking a medical-related course.

And so we were lost inside that small hospital. The nurses inside the hospital must be laughing to witness nine bewildered students roaming around the small hospital, seemed to be lost from their parents in an amusement park. Finally, we reached the room, St. John, only to find out that, the person we were looking for was not there. We looked inside the Female ward, but he was not even there (hey, the female ward in that hospital has male patients also). Courageously, one of my companions asked one of the nurses in the station on where our moderator is. They asked what his sickness is. We were speechless for a moment, but, after some conversations (I was not basically listening to this point of the conversation anymore because I was too busy laughing and humiliated at the same time). In the end, we learned that he was already discharged yesterday, so there was no point for us going there.

We bought food, and fruits, and drink, only to find out that we do not have any purpose in going there. Yes. The blame game happened. One blamed another for bringing us there, while this other blamed another person, for that hospital incident. Anyways, we went to the house of our moderator after that and it was confirmed that he was there. We had our meeting there, and food trip.

This is my 6^th of February 2012.

P.S.

Just saying the word catheter makes me want to throw up.