A lot of things can happen in the space of a morning.
I was riding a motorela on the way to work when I was met by traffic somewhere in Nazareth. The motorela had stopped near an apartment complex where I saw a young boy, 4-6 years old maybe, playing with an airgun. I didn't think it was loaded. His father was right there tinkering with... stuff. What father in their right mind would let a kid handle a loaded gun, even if said gun had tiny ass bullets?
Traffic had started to move along when I heard a kind of muted *bang* and felt a sudden stinging sensation in my right thigh.
Bahyet! The kid shot me!
The motorela driver saw what happened and was considerate enough to stop. The father, horrified at what happened, even more so by the blood staining my white pants, rushed over and offered to take me to the hospital. Uh, okay. That's where I'm going anyway. By all means..
Maybe it was because of the shock of being *shot* but I really wasn't all that much in pain. Or maybe because my right thigh has seen previous trauma. Second degree burns (December 2002) and a slightly-neglected-until-it-ruptured abscess (August 2006).
So anyway, back to the story.
The ER was a flurry of activity when I arrived. I mean, hello, I was supposed to be there as a resident physician, not as a patient. I didn't bother to be admitted or anything. I just had the previously mentioned tiny ass bullet removed. It's not like I was going to press any charges. What, I sue the kid for candy?
The wound wasn't all that deep. Went on duty as usual, although I had to have pants sent from home. Imagine my mother's reaction when I told her, "Mom, I need pants. I've been shot." *snerk*
Hm.
Exciting as this morning has been, something even more exciting happened the other night. Marisse and I were watching some photos of Adam Lambert making out with some guy and then Marisse goes, "I wonder what it's like kissing someone of the same sex even though you're not gay?"
And then we kissed. No tongue. Just a simple kiss.
And by the way, Happy April Fools Day. *grin*
That last bit was a very belated birthday gift for Karsten.
Also, birthday greetings to the one person whose birthday I will never forget. The man who was born as a joke. Kidding, Ron! Many happy returns...
I was riding a motorela on the way to work when I was met by traffic somewhere in Nazareth. The motorela had stopped near an apartment complex where I saw a young boy, 4-6 years old maybe, playing with an airgun. I didn't think it was loaded. His father was right there tinkering with... stuff. What father in their right mind would let a kid handle a loaded gun, even if said gun had tiny ass bullets?
Traffic had started to move along when I heard a kind of muted *bang* and felt a sudden stinging sensation in my right thigh.
Bahyet! The kid shot me!
The motorela driver saw what happened and was considerate enough to stop. The father, horrified at what happened, even more so by the blood staining my white pants, rushed over and offered to take me to the hospital. Uh, okay. That's where I'm going anyway. By all means..
Maybe it was because of the shock of being *shot* but I really wasn't all that much in pain. Or maybe because my right thigh has seen previous trauma. Second degree burns (December 2002) and a slightly-neglected-until-it-ruptured abscess (August 2006).
So anyway, back to the story.
The ER was a flurry of activity when I arrived. I mean, hello, I was supposed to be there as a resident physician, not as a patient. I didn't bother to be admitted or anything. I just had the previously mentioned tiny ass bullet removed. It's not like I was going to press any charges. What, I sue the kid for candy?
The wound wasn't all that deep. Went on duty as usual, although I had to have pants sent from home. Imagine my mother's reaction when I told her, "Mom, I need pants. I've been shot." *snerk*
Hm.
Exciting as this morning has been, something even more exciting happened the other night. Marisse and I were watching some photos of Adam Lambert making out with some guy and then Marisse goes, "I wonder what it's like kissing someone of the same sex even though you're not gay?"
And then we kissed. No tongue. Just a simple kiss.
And by the way, Happy April Fools Day. *grin*
That last bit was a very belated birthday gift for Karsten.
Also, birthday greetings to the one person whose birthday I will never forget. The man who was born as a joke. Kidding, Ron! Many happy returns...
4 comments:
Oh my God! I thought these freaky accidents only have their sights set on me!!! Sus, maayo lang ka magtake pictures when you're not the subject. I want bloody photos of your "gunshot" wound!!!hehe
Oh and I hope you're ok d ai.*)* Saved you a diabetes inducing sylvana as your consolation prize.
You are the last person I thought would fall for this April Fools stunt. I mean, we live in the same city! We see each other like every other day! You know my schedule! Haay, Marisse. o_O
damn it, why didn't anyone tell me to stop reading before the words "And by the way..." ;-)
LOL! I'd have been more graphic if Marisse were less... bashful. Was afraid she'd seek me out and try to cut off my typing hands. ^_^
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