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Friday, August 29, 2008

A day wasted in the hospital.

Fucking got woken up by the Queen Bitch to go to the hospital because the Evil Grandma was 'dying'.

At 6:30am in the fucking morning.

We got there an hour later, and her heart rate was back to normal, faking comatose.

She refused to open up her eyes, and refused to respond to her children's weeping/screaming/nudging. BUT! She could reach up to scratch herself.

WTF.

Most of her sons and all daughters were present, their daily work routine disrupted, and there she was, in bed, faking comatose.

Everyone stayed till the late afternoon, until fatigue set in, and some of us made our way home.

But apparently the Queen Bitch wasn't too happy about that, and so decided to call EVERYONE down AGAIN within 2 hours.

Dunman High and I barely had stepped into the house before we had to rush down AGAIN.

The E.G was moved to the ICU, because she was running a slight fever. The ICU was dilapidated, with mouldy air vents for air circulation, and a dusty fan by the bed side.

Little wonder to why the patients living in there died quickly.

The second false alarm brought more people into the cramped, stuffy room, and for the first time, I saw new cousins I've never seen before! They're the sons of the eldest son, who though rich, still covets the little money the E.G has in her account.

No wonder the sons came. Maybe he had promised his sons a portion of the money should he get his hands on the money.

Maybe he told his sons, "Just go, make sure that you cry when you see her, hold her hands tightly, and call out her name. Put up a good show, and your aunts and uncles will see how 'filial' you are to your Grandma."

Anyway, everyone's temper was bad after the second false alarm exaggerated by the Queen Bitch, and Shorty and I had the same sentiments that after crying wolf for so many times, most of us would most probably bother appearing when she's really dying.

I guess the Queen Bitch has nothing else better to do than to dramatise the whole thing, and entertain herself with the fragile emotions of her siblings and relatives.

Maybe she just thrives on drama and andrenaline.

(That's why she loves Techno and Horror Shows.)

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