Nina: *calm* . o O ( nu nee nu nee nu… )
Lab technician: *ties rubber thingie very tightly on my arm*
Nina: . o O ( !!!!!!!!!!! ) *looks away*
Lab technician: *picks up syringe*
Nina: . o O ( think happy thoughts think happy thought think happy thoughts )
Lab technician: *pricks*
Nina: . o O ( thinkhappythoughtsthinkhappythoughts THINKHAPPYFREAKINGTHOUGHTSDAMMIT! )
Lab technician: Tapos na po, paki antay nalang yung results sa labas…
Nina: *walks out like a zombie* . o O ( do not barf. do not barf. do not barf… )

Due to my persistent toothache, my mother decided that it’s time to go to the doctor, since the dentists didn’t see any problems with my tooth. She, of course, decided to tell me about this at 9 in the frickin’ morning right when my dream was getting good. I managed to put off the hospital visit until my second rising (haha, tinapay). Unfortunately, my dream didn’t come back. Ugh.

The doctor was also uncertain what’s causing the pain, though he said it could be my lymph node or something else that’s in the general vicinity. He just gave me a prescription for it, and another pill for the pain.

Of course, what’s really painful was when I found out that one frickin’ pill costs Php50 EACH. Urgh.