bus.ride.

that bus ride.

i went to the Phil. General Hospital to get my laboratory results. i don't say that i am worse than 3 months ago. but the condition of my thyroid is still bad. my T4, T3 and TSH are still abnormal. i guess, i am just lucky that the lump in my neck doesn;t show and that my eyes don't bulge.

i dropped by Wendy's to get a biggie Coke. i had it in a gulp. the ice started to melt. and i decided to ride the bus instead of the fx. that was something different. something i did for still being sick. i had the chance to sit just behind the driver. strategic as it would be easy for me to alight.

as i was nearing my street. para! the driver didn't seem to hear . i was already at the top of my lungs *and that wasn't that loud. still he should have heard it. he pulled over a block away. i was keeping my calm and debating to spill what's left of my drink. i didn't.

as i was walking, i was swearing on him. and i was wishing him dead...

toenails...

dead toenails for you! ***hole!

what if i did poke his ears with the straw? at least i could have helped him get through his act of being deaf.