I had to go to Medical City this morning to get the doctor's feedback on the test results I had last week. A bit of a background first: since I have this healthcard with the company, I decided to settle the question about the blood in my urine tests once and for all. The first doctor said after my second round of tests that there was nothing to worry about since the second results showed there was a decrease in the rbc count and it was more comprehensive. It might just be some anomaly in my system which occurs in others as well. But since this is the 3rd time I received this result in 4 years, I wasn't satisfied with her words of assurance. So she reffered me to a urologist. And that urologist asked me to go through a different set of tests the previous week. Hence the visit to his clinic earlier this morning.

Let's just say that more than relief from the good results, I was stressed to a breaking point because of waiting for more than 2.5 hours before I got my time with the doctor. I only filed for a half-day leave and I already expected his feedback (i.e. results show no problem, we need to go to the next step of the test). Plus their parking fee are the most exorbitant I've experienced so far that every hour/every visit costs you something which should've been free in the first place.

So I was almost late for office today. And I had meetings on top of coaching sessions, emails, feedback, management chores, etc. Not that I'm complaining, but somehow I was thinking this could've not happened IF I didn't waste that much time in the morning (even if I was on a half-day leave).

Later in the evening was a bit of a stop signal for this day. I went to the wake of an officemate's younger sister. She was just a fresh graduate last March and she was 20. And she committed suicide. The details were not clear. And I can see from my friend that it still comes as a shock since they were as close as a family could be.

The irony of it all for me? My father was texting me: I had to go home because my older sister was throwing one of her inane tantrums (yes, not insane). His text message read something like this: if you still want our family to remain together, I hope that you go home now. Your sister is throwing tantrums! And she keeps on banging on things upstairs...

nice life i've got... o, and did I mention that I had a working lunch inside the resto analyzing figures... and I had dinner while driving on the way home?...

and it might sound a bit off, but really... i miss you.