4:45AM MAR 22

N- play me never, give up my chain never, give up my pride never, show my pain never, dirt on my name never.

Currently I am sitting in the waiting room of the hospital after a scare with my mother reacting to prescribed antibiotics. She felt discomfort and tightness in her body almost immediately after taking the pill. This was at 10:45PM, right before heading to bed. My mother called my aunt who was a nurse, then called EMT. Shortly afterwards we were picked up in an ambulance and driven to the hospital.

The ambulance ride was aight, nothing special, & definitely not the first time I've been in the back of an ambulance. Although usually I'm the one who is the patient. I sat with my draw string bag on my lap. I made sure to bring my laptop to write this post, along with three poetry books I've been meaning to read, my rosary, my cellphone, and my only working pair of headphones (my hyperX Cloud 2 gaming headphones). Unfortunately I forgot my notebook, so I missed out on a lot more free writing.
The paramedic sitting at the back with us was interviewing my mother. One interesting but kind of unsurprising thing he mentioned was how busy his job is every night. Does this say something about Vancouverites? Or do large volumes of medical emergencies happen everyday?


So when we arrived, we were seated in the ER reception area, where there were plenty other people. We waited here for about an hour.








I began to read one of the poetry books, titled 'Egghead' by Bo Burnham. To my surprise I found it much more interesting than I thought I would. I am required to pick a poet and an anthology to write a review on for class, so perhaps I will post it here.


Once the hour passed, we were moved to the 'Treatment Waiting Area', where we spent over 5 hours waiting. It's crazy now that I think about it. I guess my patience has really increased along with my maturity, as I haven't been too antsy as I remember being when I was a child. I've mostly been reading and taking naps... oh boy my this one day may fuck up my sleeping pattern which I recently developed.

Oh and I also got cut off when my mother was finally called to her treatment area. By this I mean when I was putting my stuff in my bag, the nurse had already taken my mother to the room past security doors and I currently have no idea where they went.. so here I am waiting in the waiting room still.




                                                Enjoy this shitty selfie of me not wanting to be here.


I am so sorry for missing the previous two or three days and not posting despite saying I would make efforts to post everyday. I don't really have an excuse for this either; purely laziness & bad time management.

Initially I wanted to post about the movie 'Logan', which I watched earlier today. It was a really great movie! Even though I didn't read comics when I was younger or followed the X-men series, it was still a really good watch and I highly recommend it to all you movie-goers out there. Also I may have been in an altered state while watching the movie, so that may have played an influence on why I enjoyed the movie so much.


Lastly, PSA. I always liked my Jordan 3s, but...

• The pair which I own could possibly be fake since my father showed up to my house with them one day
• I've had them for over 5 yrs now?
• MY FEET CAN'T BREATHE IN THEM

If I wear them for long periods of time, my feet get so hot that I have to take them off and put my socks on the floor. So note to self, wear these shoes less and not for long periods of time. I'm not sure why I chose to wear them to the hospital after wearing them at the theatres and suffering.

So I should stop using my cellphone data now 😜

Until next time! (I say as I'm the last one in this waiting room..)

[I spent an hour on this post!]