My Rumailah-Al Amal Hospital Day

I walked like two times of PNoval to Lacson under the heat of the sun and amidst the slaps of the sandstorm to reach Al Amal Hospital.

Tito James dropped me by here. This was my first destination at the place. It’s called Female Waiting Area of Outpatients in Rumailah Hospital.

Here is another stock of sand that was carried by the wind.

Here is evidence, piled sand due to sand storm.

This is the third “outpatient female waiting area” that I have been into, subsequent to Al Amal’s outpatient female waiting area. This is located at Rumailah Hospital. Tita Rhain saw me here after telling her that I have passed by yellow balloons and I am near a food chain.

Hello Main Entrance :>

In this picture is the last waiting area that I had stayed at. This is located at the 8th assembly point just at the back of my first destination. I therefore conclude that I had walked 360 degrees of the place. What an exercise! But no, I was weighed and nothing changed. It’s still something to be ashamed of although the nurse said “Oh! That’s the ideal weight.” She wasn’t able to consider the height. Er!

From the time I saw her until the time that I didn’t anymore, I was overly curious if she is a Filipina. The way she walks, the way she clothed herself tells me that she is, but the way she speaks contradicts that. As a non-pro hearer, she is very good in Arabic maybe because of the length of stay here in the Middle East or the effort for the abnormal boy that she takes care of.

Dizziness and the lack of sense of direction made me lose my way to the main entrance. I don’t know what his nationality is but he led me to the main entrance without anything in return. He has nothing to do there, he just, accompanied me. He even ignored other staff that calls out at him. Thank God for such an angel.

While waiting for Tito James.

I have reached the main door! Thank God!

She left her things for a phone call. I hope this could also be done in the Philippines.

She was the one who left her things for a phone call. This is a blur because the IPod caught her attention. Shing!

I was really hungry but I am a needy. I don’t have money allocated for personal expense.

I'm going to bed. Good morning doha. Good night for me.

Red-skinned mammal

For a couple of weeks now, I have been depressed with how my skin turned overly red and full of cracks. Then here is this random man who came from somewhere enrollment for his kids, who would great me and praise me, would then notice my condition and will tell me a word “yuck!” What the F***! 

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Hamad

Health privileges offered for Qatar residents had benefited me now, yesterday actually. I was in Hamad for check-up of what the red circles over my arms and legs are and additional allergies on my chest. So these are what vacation brought me, a lot more skin problems. I remember when I was in grade 6, I started to get rid of my pimples on my face, then I got over it but allergies on my back appeared and now it spread over my arms and legs. Er. :( I can’t help to be sad. I think it’s very disgusting. Subract 1 from confidence, esteem and happiness.

While waiting for my turn.

The doctor asked her if she felt the earth was spinning. He only meant dizziness

nurse who called out my name

First ever successful shot of my mom using my IPod

bubbly momma.

View from my bed

Peek-a-boo!

Blue bracelet. I'm glad it isn't red.

They are Egyptian-Qatari sisters and they are with their Egyptian mom. They removed the curtain that partitioned our cubicles because they needed more space. They thought I am alone but my mom was just sitting near. Their mother does not speak English and I don’t speak Arabic. We dealt with hand signals and lots of descriptions for a single word such as, insect – a black thing that crawls out of the bed when it is dark, which multiplies daily, crawl – (hand signals of pointer and middle finger walking). I enjoyed talking to them even if it took us minutes to understand a certain phrase. The daughters could speak the language but I’m not quite sure if it is the shallowness of vocabulary or the different pronunciation that prolonged the mutual understanding. Thank you for the triangular peanuts :>