Last year it was perfect at the beginning. We were preparing to celebrate and go to our grandmother's to celebrate new year. No one saw what was coming. it was 4:30 pm when we were at a town to deliver my mother baked goods. Then my father who was driving the van started coughing violently. At first, we thought he only choked a bit but it got worse. He started to cough harder and he's grasping his chest. He and my mother switched seats and he begged my mom to bring him to a hospital, St. John Hospital to be exact. We were panicking as my harder grasps for breath and he uttered these words that etched in my mind for a long time. "Ma... mamamatay na ata ako" (Hon, I feel like I'm about to die) then my mom went full fast and the furious as we pave our way to the traffic. It was December 31st to make things worst. My mom has always been a careful driver and seeing her drive like that makes my heart wanna jump out. Anyway, thankfully we got to the hospital safe even though I felt like we're about to hit something every five seconds. As we got to park in the front of the hospital. I felt my very first adrenaline moment; I went to my father as he lost consciousness and literally fell on me but the surprise is that he was light as a feather. I could not feel his weight at all as if I was carrying nothing. As I carry him to the wheel chair I saw him as he totally blacked out.
My mom went to park the car and comfort my sisters for the time being. So for the moment it was all on me. I saw the nurses panicking and crying as my father won't respond. His skin is totally purple. my father is a black guy so with him being purple raises an alarm. He wasn't moving at all and his tongue swelled out. Me and the male nurse tried to wake him up, although there was a redeeming moment where I got the chance to slap my father in the face. He wasn't waking up, and the doctors were sure that he is dead. Everything flashes before before me. I didn't know what to react. Then my mother went in the room and got immediately kicked out since the doctors wanted to see if they still could do something. As I comfort my sisters, I got furious. One doctor is negotiating my mom about the payment and how to pay the bills. In that moment I hated everyone who is money driven. After an hour of waiting and my uncle came to take my sisters to my grandma. My father was announced alive but had to be admitted in an I.C.U. which is not available at St. john's. The nearest would be at Calamba Doctor's Hospital. It's pretty convenient though considering it's near the house and my school.
My mom had to take the van while I get to stay with the ambulance with my father.It was literally the worst ride of my life. I know ambulances are fast but not how they can destroy the person in it. My head bumped numerous time and the equipment's are not strapped at one thing so they pretty much scatter around and hit my face. I was in the same condition as my father by the time we got to the hospital. By that time I was anxiously waiting for my mom to come and random things keep popping into my head. Thankfully, she came and my father went in to the I.C.U. by 7:30pm. We were sitting at the lobby since apparently, they didn't care about the people with the patients. We were on a steel bench that was so hard, even the slightest bump can make you feel pain. Luckily, there is a family friend who suffers the same but less worse fate than us. So they sympathized with us. I mean what kind of a hospital doesn't have bathrooms near the I.C.U.
Time is slowly fading away as I read the book: "The birthday wish by Joyce Livingston" Then as I get to the climax of the book, I heard fireworks outside. I was 12 noon and 2017 came. I feel nothing. I sat on the floor staring at the clock as my mother fell asleep. A doctor passed by and greeted me happy new year and that wrapped up my 2016 to 2017 transition. Staring into the void.
But today is different. My grandmother and uncles stayed here and we lighted the fire works luces and fountain. By the time 2018 came we were jumping, watching fireworks and making noise. We partied for half an hour and barely noticed. Looking at the fireworks made me realize that a year ago with the same occasion, I was at a different place, with a different mood all alone sitting on the floor. I guess it's funny to think how a single year can make. As of now I'm writing I am really positive of this year.
The lesson to be learned here is that there will come a day that life will throw everything at you, but once you go through that and looked back, you'll see a better version of you. A calm sea never made a great sailor and the fallbacks in our lives are just mold to help us one day. Hopefully I'm right cause it's 3:15 and I need to sleep.
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