BABALA: Una, yucky, kadiri, gross, icky, abominable, luod at karimarimarim ang post na ito. Best read while eating goto, tiyesa or champorado. Pangalawa, englisan ulit ito, pero di masyadong balinguyngoy.
Osya, eto na…
MY MEMORABLE TRIP TO ST. LUKE’S HOSPITAL
January 6, 2006 9:30pm. Jonel and I had just arrived from Mt.Carmel Parish. We just joined the parish’s preparation for vocation promotion gimmicks, among which, of all things, is a dance number. Imagine a bucketful of nuns and seminarians in their most “kabanal-banalan” wear, turning the church sanctuary into a veritable dancefloor, all in the name of attracting vocations. I can already see this year’s number of postulancy application soaring… Anyway, since we came late for supper, wala nang natirang pagkain. We’re no Lady Han and Jang Geum so we just began raiding the refrigerator for the edibles. Naku, it was like a highschool reunion. To each chilled barely recognizable clingwrapped food, my pickup line is “Uy, kamusta na! When have we met na nga?” And then, I found this leftover burger steak at the microwave. Hmmm… mukhang OK pa.
And so began the saga…
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January 6, 11:45 pm. I vomitted.
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January 6, 11:55pm. I threw up.
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January 7, 12:05am. I barfed.
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January 7, 12:30am. I puked and then, I realized how rich my vocabulary is for the word “vomit”. Reflecting on the nuances of each word, I recalled Zaldy to have experienced the same last year so I knocked at his door to ask for some meds. He gave me some Flagyl. I know it’s for amoebiasis but the illusion of having taken a medicine comforted me somewhat.
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Jaunuary 7, 12:50am. As I began to gag over my own retch, which, by the way, is becoming watery, I noticed, that at the succession of food I have lurched out (some of them, I already forgot), I already heaved on the breakfast I had yesterday. This is bad. Really bad. I went to call on Zaldy who, alarmed, informed Fr. Poli about it.
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Jaunary 7, 1:05pm. I found myself being rushed by Fr.Poli, Zaldy and Kuya Ren to St.Luke’s. For no clear reason, I brought with me a pair of boxer briefs and a bath towel. I regretted forgetting to bring along my reviewer for Theodicy and Metaphysics. Sayang…
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Jaunuary 7, 3:45am. It was gastro-interitis, caused by food poisoning. Recalling all I have eaten (it is quite a long list, trust me.), I’m quite sure it is the burger steak. Haay naku…
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Epilogue. Fr. Poli and I went home at around 6:30am. That whole Katakawan episode taught me: 1. to eat only the food items found inside the refrigerator, not in microwaves, 2. to smell the food first, tentatively taste it, and create a judgement before devouring on it as I always do, 3. that it does you no good to know the synonyms for “barf” but it is still fun to know them, anyway.
and that is how my field trip to St. LUKE’s Hospital went…
At siyempre, pagkatapos ng mga kabalbalan tungkol sa kasibaan at pagsusuka, segway tayo sa holy art naman. Ang ating Stainglass Window of the Day! (Swabe ang transition diba?ü)
Ito ay na-picturan ko sa loob ng Sanctuaire de Notre Dame de la Salette noong nagpilgrimage ang Diocese of Grenoble-Viennes sa Corps, ang bayan kung saan nagpakita sa dalawang batang pastol ng kambing si Mariang umiiyak. Tabingi ang pagkakakuha ko kasi maraming tao at nagtatago lang ako sa may poste. Actually, ang highlight ng Marian Shrine na ito ay hindi ang mga stainglass windows kundi ang mga murals na ginuhit ni Jean-Marie Pirot-Arcabas, isang sikat na contemporary painter ng France. Sige, dahil malakas kayo sa akin eh ipapakita ko na rin kahit di naman sila bintana kundi mga paintings.ü