Edit: This post is for Friday, May 1st 2009. One night when Cj was in Pinas, my mother rushed him to the hospital because he just wouldn't stop crying. When the doctor started examining him, he became quiet like he never cried in the first place. They could not find anything wrong with him. False alarm. They went home. The rest of Cj's visits to the doctors, are purely routine checks, except for an ear infection when he was about five months old. We had him treated at Samitivej Hospital. I hated the way the nurse pricked Cj's finger for a blood sample. She wasn't gentle. Cj has a fairly high tolerance for pain, but his cry told me the prick was agonizing. The lancet left a messy mark virtually wider than his fingertip. As if it wasn't enough, the nurse wrung Cj's finger roughly against the vial, his cry sent my entrails lurching. Although I put on a brave front, I was freaking and ready to strangle Little Miss Nurse-from-hell. Samitivej is state-of-the-art. W...
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