Hospital sunday

After the Embassy gimmick the other night, my sister woke me up around 3pm. She told me that my dad wanted to go to the hospital. He can no longer take that leg pain he's suffering quite a few days now.

So there I was, with a splitting headache (probably from all the flashing lights in the club), driving and rushing to the hospital ER.

I'm just contemplating now that thank god this didn't happen last night while I'm not around. My sister can't drive, and with me gone, it would be hard for her to rush my dad to the hospital. May mom is out of town kasi she attended a wedding in Baguio. Haaaaay! ;p

My dad is ok now. The doctor gave him a shot of pain killer so the pain is gone (at least temporarily) now. He's gonna go back tomorrow for a more thorough check up though.