Dr. Jul

I ran as fast as I can, She was barely breathing, I had to do CPR. I started with chest compression. I knelt down, I placed one hand at the center of her chest and placed the heel of the other hand on top and interlocked. I pressed down on her chest. I took a deep breath, sealed her nose, blowed steadily into her mouth. She was breathing even before the first aid people came with a defibrillator. She looked at me for a few minutes.

"Hi"

She was wearing a blue speedo swimsuit and her tummy was quite the same as mines. She noticed the similarity, but hers I guess, carries a baby. Mine would be a burger. Haha. She seemed lonely, and we both said. "kamusta". I smiled at her. It was weird looking at her eyes.  It has been a almost a decade. She still have this scary feature that I hate. She started crying, I wanted to hug her but I will always be on the right side. I am taken, she is married, No married hands on me. It was always been me, She asked me if I hate her. I said I would never hate you. "Do you still love me?". Well, I do, but not that kind of love that I used to feel when we were still together. It was more of a child, giving up her favorite doll. Things change. "Why did you left me?" To be honest. I can't remember. I really don't, but I loved you.  The ambulance came, they took her and carried her on the ambulance. I exited in a smooth pace. Suddenly a reporter came and asked my name, profession, etc. She thought I was a doctor. "Just watch youtube."

I almost died

My usual nights going home involves being upset and being hangry inside the bus. I honestly like my job now but the job is too much for one person. I just want to surrender in someones arms and get appreciation. I get lonely too people. I do.

Dying to go home to eat and sleep the madness. I am used to this. All I wanted was to lie on my bed and end the day. 

When I was crossing a street, I think it was 3 or 4 blocks away from home. I looked left and there was no vehicle passing, when I looked right a White Pajero was too fast I felt the side mirror hit my right arm. I don't know and I can't really remember if I was hit by the side mirror but I felt pain on my right arm for a few seconds. It could be a grab from my angels though. But I remember that I stepped backwards as fast as I can. 

The Pajero stopped and the driver looked at me as if I was wrong. It was a pedestrian lane dude. I blankly stared at him and felt a surge of adrenaline to shout. But I was damn tired and he drove away-FAST. I can't even remember his face. He didn't even say sorry. If I wasn't fast enough to step back I was already in the ICU for hitting his windshields. Or worst stepping back and another vehicle from behind hits me. Thank you lord, for saving me.

As I crossed the street in vain, restless, mad, tired, and hungry. 

The vehicle on the opposite street opened her windows and asked if I was okay. My god. Thank god for a witness. I answered back and said I was okay. But I honestly wanted to cry. Walking again for a few more blocks made me realize that there was no point in being weak. I am strong now, I will try not to depend on anyone. Because this city ain't for the weak! and so I almost died. I can't leave earth yet. 

I will survive. I shall buy my own car. Eventually.