Every once in a while, a girl gets carried to the clinic in a stretcher. Every once in a while, I'll wonder how it feels to be that girl. Every once in a while, I wouldwish I was that girl. Every once in a while, I would wonder what one must do to experience fainting and eventually be shipped away in a stretcher.

Well, you know what they say: Be careful what you wish for, it might just come true.

Who exactly are they? Who exactly are being referred to when they (haha) say that THEY said this, they said that. Cliche's are always quoted after "They". Shall we name our kid They? I actually do have a busmate named Dey, but that's besides the point. If THEY say this, it doesn't mean that DEY said it, it means THEY said it, THEY are the majority, or probably the unlabeled geniuses of past and present? Then maybe, if the MAJORITY say it, then the majority are unlabeled geniuses? Then almost ALL of us are geniuses then? Not quite. The geniuses are the ORIGINAL, uh, sayer (!) of the quote. Well, THEY who said "Be careful what you wish for, it might just come true." are the REAL geniuses.

I wished for a stretcher, I got it. I'd have loved to prove the theory correct, if only the proof didn't hurt that much. I mean, THEY could have proved that THEY were right if they gave me the boy of my dreams (who I don't know the characteristics, mind you, for I don't have a type...anymore), or give me my own Nikon D80, or made me finish my new painting already, or, or, or anything but getting in a stretcher because of a sprained ankle!!!

Yes, I sprained my ankle, and as Trisha Lopez, my wonderful ballpen goddess of a seatmate, called it, it was mainly due to morning katangahan. No, not MAINLY, it was ALL because of morning katangahan. Let me tell you how it began, from the moment I set my (uninjured) foot inside the bus...

Tep was not there. I thought she was absent, and I believed so until later. Apparently I was wrong, but I didn't know that yet. Every morning, when we get to school, we stay by the red bench at the Grade 4 cluster. We wait for Nela and Alyssa, well, Nela mainly. Hahaha! I'm kidding, `La, you late bird. So anyway, I was sitting there like I do everyday. I was waiting for them like I do everyday. And I fell asleep...like I do everyday. But unlike everyday, Alyssa was not the one to eventually wake me up when Nela arrives. In fact, Alyssa, Nela and Tep weren't there! My lovely section 2 friends were at the morning mass! I can imagine how I looked like: a big girl sitting on the bench, with her head rested on the bench as well and her legs crossed. What a sight, eh? The next thing I knew a girl with long hair was waking me up, "Sweetheart, wake up, you're late for class." First thought: "Ha? Si Alyssa, sweetheart tawag sa`kin? Tae mo. Haha!", but then I saw the pretty long and straight and really fixed and brown hair, and I saw her made up face. Uh-oh. A teacher! It was Ms. Sharon waking me up. I saw the Gr. 4 girls lining up already for their morning talk, woah? I stood up abrubtly and walked to my bag. Unfortunately, in my haste, I didn't feel that my left leg was numb. Well, hell, how am I to feel it if it's numb? But the point is, I didn't KNOW it was numb. I took a step with my right leg, and as normal circumstances call, I followed it with my left. The stupid left foot didn't feel the floor when it landed and it just continued down...down. It didn't fall flatly, mind you, it was bent inwards. And, my leg being numb, I had no idea my left knee buckled already and so I fell on my fucked up ass. And my ass fell on my bent ankle! And all of a sudden, the numbness was (almost) gone and I felt the pain. Geez, wonderful timing to bring back the nerves much? I stood up, and well, I stayed standing up. It hurt so badly and it was partially numb still. The manongs were all around me and asked me what was up, it was humiliating. And I was alone. More humiliating.

And well, ako naman `tong martyr, nilakad ko pa hanggang HS building. Morning katangahan nga. I even carried my stupid stroller bag up the 2 flights of stairs, and I sat on the floor with a swollen ankle. I felt brave...I tried sitting indian style, and well, bravery wasn't much needed then. The pain was infuriating, I almost (ALMOST!) let out a yelp during the morning talk.

Martyr pa din, I had Chem, until I couldn't take it anymore...so Ms. Marah had a stretcher fetch me from the HS building. When I got to the clinic, they placed a hot compress on my foot, and I had nothing to do. I wanted to READ, but I couldn't because I wasn't smart enough to sneak a book inside my sweater. I fell asleep. And so, sleeping is NOW my friend for it saved me from boredom, when it was my enemy just an hour before. Next, they placed an ice bag on it. The chill was LITERALLY biting my skin that it woke me up. But I fell asleep again. Heh. They woke me up at around 12:30 to tell me that my Mom was on her way. She was picking me up and I wasn't going to return to the classroom. Huh? For a sprain? Apparently. (;

I read a book when I got home, and I slept, and I watched the Ateneo-La Salle game on TV. ONE BIG FRIED FIGHT EAGLES! Heh. One more win on Sunday! And now, I must go to bed. Shall I go to school tomorrow? The nurse said I must NOT. But I wanted to! I want to take the stupid Geom test already! I've missed Algeb and I don't want another test to miss. I will also miss debate? But why am I not preparign for it? Maybe, just maybe, I'm looking forward to not going to school? Oh, my. I must prepare now. IP progress report.

The plus side in all of these? I got to feel how it feels to be in a stretcher, albeit it was utterly humiliating (the kids were oogling at me, I had to put the blanket on my face).

And lastly, despite my use-umbrellas-as-crutches-because-I-didn't-accept-the-crutches-from-the-clinic phase, I'm managing because I have APPLE STRUDELS! Yum! I've eaten my fifth apple strudel 5 minutes ago, not healthy for my weight. (;