A Year And A Half Hence
Back in December 2010 during the fellowship applications period we had everything planned out, and Mrs. T was starting to read up on this drug strangely named bevacizumab, which I would sometimes mispronounce as vebazicumav (who the heck comes up with these names). And then something happened. Mrs. T just woke up one morning and decided she no longer wants to pursue a career where she would have to deal with masses and deaths. While eating siopao in the then-existing college canteen Mrs. T approached me and said she would have to tell me something.
“BUNTIS KA?!?” I blurted out as bits of asado shot out of my nose and splattered on her forehead. Of course she wasn’t pregnant, it was just my impulse every time she gets all serious and stuff. And then she told me. To quote her: “Gusto ko na lang maggamot ng mga lolo at lola na masakit ang tuhod.” It was sad, of course, as Mrs. T and I have been blockmates since college way back in 1997. After milking for sympathy and guilt and unleashing a barrage of self-abandonment issues I told her that it is what it is, but I think you’re making the wrong decision.
And now, a year and half hence, after a longish contemplation on whether it would be time to finally hang down my head in shame, it is indeed with much shame that I tell Mrs. T if she could read this: “You were right! BY GOLLY GEE YOU WERE RIGHT! GETMEOUTTAHERE!!!!!” AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAH!
Too much bleeping deaths and other horrific things.