on the first night i was very sleepy. yet they told us we have to wear that white cloth and we have to stay there from 12 to 8 in the morning.
kulas sat beside me. said hayyyy- i'll imbento my soap. then. i said what? didn't you talk to the patient. he said nakaturog met.
i saw juan's paper- wrote encourage verbalize of feelings. then no corrections was done. it was considered correct.
i walked around. everybody was asleep and i hate them for that. no one to talk sentiments with. then i saw the bad- said it should drop 15 per minute. but the drops were continuous-looks like 80 drops per minuto.
then i walked again. the other said 20 drops per minute. but it was not dropping.
baby white was always crying. one morning he cried again but harder than ever. blood back-flowed. fast drip but there were no drips. aspirate. full syringe then PUSH! won't budge. full force a series of strong pushes. mam vim said its done slowly. lesser pain. lesser pain. the blood was gone. then it came back. maria aspirated again. again with those pushes... baby white was crying. there was fast drip already. fast drip plus aspiration was done. in vain. no success. baby cried.
the comfort room. i entered i nearly vomited. it was so foul smelling- like shit, blood urine. all those effin smells. i took the zonrox. then kurdapya told me im aspiring to be a janitress. i also opened the door. because the comfort room and that room has the same smell. kulasa closed it. she said its cold. i said its so stinky inside. she said again its cold nga. she didn't get me- right?
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