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Saturday, April 15, 2006
Huda's anatomy

i woke up today to the piercing sounds of the ringer. it was 930am.

"who the hell!?"

i forced myself up, cleared my throat a little (don't worry. not much phlegm was produced) and said hello in the most convincing i'm-so-awake tone ever.

it was Mr Toh on the other line. he introduced himself as idra's teacher. said idra felt nauseous while parading in school and almost passed out. they made her rest but she still insisted that she's unwell so they've called the ambulance for her.

i thanked him for the call, woke my dad up and we got ready to leave for CGH.

it really was not very pleasing to be starting your day feelin worried while scuffling down the non-slippery floors of the A&E ward. my gut tells me idra's fine. her giddiness was prolly due to the morning heat. yup. that was what it is. and also becos idra's quite fragile, its not helping.

anyways, met that Mr Toh who called earlier. Nice chap. (*no, huda's not hitting on the teacher. No.) he explained what happened earlier to me and my dad. soon one of the doctors came over and spoke to us about idra's condition. thankfully it was nothing serious. she's such a taugeh la. thats what she is.

so they had to run some tests on her.. xrays. blah blahs. and me and my dad waited for abt an hour plus. while waiting.. alot was going through my head then.

a nurse walked past with a clipboard in her hands.

"maybe i should switch to becoming a nurse instead??" *huda picture herself in the nurse outfit*

a deliciously looking SCDF dude alighted from the ambulance, wheeling an injured motorist in.

"or...maybe.... maybe, me working as a Civil defence officer sounds good too!"

then, some prison dudes entered the building holding on to a prisoner who's there for a checkup.

"huda - a female prison officer?! oh no.. sexxxayyy lah!"

arggh! so much to think about!!!

tsk. waiting time is ALWAYS stressful yar!?