somewhat a blessing somewhat a curse.

Thursday morning I wake up to the sound of my alarm screaming at me. With very little sleep and grogginess still kicking, I walked to my phone to snooze the alarm. It was then that I realized I was alone in the house. The night before, my mom was complaining about her head severely aching and her temperature slowly rising. She said she was going to get a check-up because she couldn't stand the pain anymore, and so she was accompanied by her friend to the hospital. When I have finally awaken and my senses have already come to me, I realized that my mom didn't come home from the hospital. My heart started to beat a little faster and my brain started to work a little more attentively. After a few minutes of thinking my phone rang and it was my mom. "Hello." was how she started the conversation as it slowly progressed to "I have Dengue.". After a few favors she asked and a few instructions she gave, she hung up. I was a little startled, what news to receive so early in the morning, when I was already very worried about the reporting I had on that same day. A few more minutes passed and I got a second call, it was my dad, he was calm but I could hear the panic and concern in his voice. He was asking how I was and if I was doing okay, I answered with a yes unsure if i was. I was still a little startled and I was starting to panic, my voice slowly crack and I could feel tears slowly rolling on my cheeks.

My mom is getting past the Dengue virus well, her fever didn't come back from the last time it did. Her temperature is stable and she is slowly regaining her strength and appetite. Although her platelets are still going down. We are hoping for faster recovery.

My older brother is in Cebu, and I was the only one who took care of Mama yesterday till lunch time today (besides the nurses and doctors and visitors of course). It isn't easy to take care of a patient especially when at a hospital. It gets really boring, then tiring then strenuous then stressful. When I get a little comfortable with my position, my mom would need something again and I'd have to get up..

(to be continued. on the way back to the hospital.)