I woke up very early today. As a pozzie, I think this is one of my biggest days - go to the Hills. The Hills is a place where pozzies go to have their vital statistics checked. I was kinda stressed out thinking about all other illnesses I might have, so a few minutes before meeting my Mother who would accompany me to the Hills, I lit a cig. Oops. (Mother isn't really my mom; for pozzies, the one who's gonna bring them to the Hills supposedly becomes their Mother.)
It is a beautiful place, a far cry from the third-worldly setting of SHC (sorry I can't help comparing the two). I immediately know why the picky beckies choose to go there. When we arrived there, the place was buzzing with many people. It was almost 10am but Ate A accommodated my request to be checked but she said I would have to be the last one for that day and for that, I was very thankful.
More than the beautiful setting, the Hills is beautiful because of the beautiful people who made me feel I'm gonna be okay. I'm forever grateful for the people who were there - my Mother and G. I was also happy to meet new fellow pozzies who exude so much positive attitude in life.
I can't wait to go back there, see my results and go on.
The Queen is Back
2 years ago