The Ripped Soul

Okay. Got some good news and bad news.. Heard that Uncle Mike's in hospital. I don't know why God allows such things to happen, but it happens. And that's why life sucks really bad sometimes.

Anyway, according to Ern, he seems to be looking good. Nothing VERY damaging. Sure, he's in a lil bad shape.. but he's doing a lil okay. He's still breathing, he's still responding, and he didn't get amnesia. So just pray for a speedy, steady recovery for him, okay guys?

I know he'll be in my prayers. I just hope he'll be in yours too.

Funny how when I was talking to her earlier, I actually could relate to her crying that night when everything happened. Maybe cos I know that at one point of time in my life, it's going to happen to me too. And I'm waiting. Patiently. Silently. Thanking God for every single night that she's able to pass by. I know I'll be a wreck. I know I'll be broken like a toy car thrown from the 100th storey. But thank God for the times I get to have with her now, eh?

So now the good (?) news.

I swear I hate going to doctors now. Especially if they're female. Especially if you are going to lie about cramps that never really made you crawl up into a prawn at night.

How is that good news? YOU WON'T EVER HEAR FROM ME SKIPPING SCHOOL THIS YEAR! I'll never wanna go through what I had to go through today. Never ever!

Have you any idea what I had to do today? I had to take a urine test. AND it wasn't for diabetes. No, oh hell no.

It was for PREGNANCY!

I bloody well nearly puked up yesterday's dinner, this morning's milo, toast and eggs when I saw what the doc circled on my form.

Pregnancy. ME?!?!?!?! At 17? Who'd have thought.

But I still did the stupid test. Marched right back into that room and well, told the doc off. Almost. And you know what?!

SHE STILL HAD THE CHEEK TO LAUGH!

What the hell. Standard procedure my ass. Hurr. Pregnancy... Damn! PLEASE AH. Don't even think twice. I'm SO not that kinda girl.

Anyway, she gave me the MC I needed to cover for school. So I guess she's okay. Sheesh.

Still can't believe it.

Pregnancy tests? For what? Me? Pregnant? At 17? Lord almighty. Last person on freakin earth. Losing my V and getting pregnant at 17.. I must be WAY beyond crazy. Like literally mental. Not haha-mental. Please send me to a mental institution if THAT ever happens. Really.

Do I actually look like that type? Seriously! Christ. Un-freakin-believable. What next? Test for AIDS? Pft.

What the hell.