I’m sitting alone in the living room, in the dark, trying to make sense of the day, or at least, the first half of the day. Actually, Marshie’s with me, but she’s sleeping, so. I’m trying to sum up the events of today in one word and coming up blank.
Up and down, up and down. Roller-coaster.
It started at around 1am this morning. Dad was rushed to the ER, second time in two weeks, because of his cancer. Dad was brought back home by 4am, with a catheter attached to him, and an appointment with his doc tomorrow afternoon. Damn illness won’t leave us alone. We’re struggling, perpetually praying that my dad pulls through despite the pain. We can do it, dad! Spirit’s down, but fighting.
With barely any sleep, I managed to drag myself to the nearby mall to run errands. Before heading home, I stopped by a pizzeria to grab some mojo potatoes to go. As I was waiting, by the bench near the entrance, Ate with the long freshly showered hair sat beside me. I know her hair has been freshly washed because it’s still damp, and it smells of Rejoice. Can’t deny it. One of my pet peeves is coming across a woman who goes out of the house with her hair still dripping wet and reaking of too much perfumed shampoo like she just stepped out of the shower and had no time to even towel dry her hair. Sorry, but that just grosses me out. Seriously.
Ate Rejoice combed her hair with her fingers and hit me thrice in the arm, shoulder, and face, and she knew she hit me because she looked at me, all three times. No apologies, just a look that almost means “Yeah, I have long damp hair, so what?!” That’s when I let my claws out and said, in my most calm voice that made me even scarier, I think, “Ate, tatlong beses na yang buhok mo,” with a straight irritated face. I didn’t want to be suplada especially when I’ve had very little sleep and was already hungry, but girl asked for it. I think I scared her because she frantically pushed her companion towards the edge of the bench to stay away from me. Spirit’s down.
While I was silently hoping my mojos would be ready soon, two Millennials came in and approached the guard. I had the best seat in this encounter. Here’s their conversation:
Kuya Guard: Yes, Ma’am? Ilan po kayo?
2 Millennials: May kasama kami, Kuya. Hinahanap namin.
Kuya Guard: Ay, sige po, Ma’am.
2 Millennials: Nasa’n po sila, Kuya?
Kuya Guard: Naku, eh di ko po kilala kasama niyo.
I almost did a face palm. Kuya Guard was visibly amused and found it too funny, he just had to laugh out loud. And I did too, after the two Millennials left. Spirit’s lifted a bit with the comic relief.
When I got home, I was able to catch the last few minutes of the McGregor vs. Khabib match, where the former lost. I was rooting for him. Spirit’s down again, but was lifted back up when McGregor showed true sportsmanship despite defeat. He’s still my champ.
I’m sitting in the dark, in our living room, with my sleeping dog. I can hear a faint Christmas song playing from my parents’ room. It has also gotten dark outside; It’s going to rain soon. It’s as if the universe is setting the mood for me to rest, and for the first time today, the first time in so long, I feel like napping.
Yes, I think I’ll sleep now.
P. S. Thank you, Arlo, for holding my hand from afar.