SICK AS HELL

I was just seven when I got that dreaded lung decease called Bronchitis, as a child full of energy turned into a weakling who's sleepless night taunted me from ashma like symptoms. Where in catching my breath when it strikes past five, I remember the times when I used to sit up just to catch my breath just to relieve me from constant agony, Alone, not even a next of keen to turn to but my trusty old Yaya, you see guys my Granny was a poker player who loves to play just right next door from us, where she spent her happy days for relaxation, not that I'm blaming her for not being there by my side just because she gambles up until the early mornings. But I only wished She didn't left me alone, although She had brought me earlier to see a Doctor I was relieved one way or the other through anxiety.

As days, weeks, and months went by I wasn't able to go back to my school thus St. Benedict decided to drop me from the second grade that made me depress and worsen my condition. There were times that it seems to me that time froze as the minutes had slowly passed, Oh God! did I wished so much to get better, watching the opened door hoping for someone should come out and comfort me in my darkest hours, but nothing came not even a mouse, did it made me stronger with character? I think it did, because when all had gone and left me, fearing of spreading the infection, it only made me wonder, how brave was I? Later on I got better only to realize that it was the smell of hogs in my neighborhood's back door that made me sick in the first place, I was sick because of it's stench recking from it's walls, a clear violation of city ordinance, but even my Aunt who was a Teacher never did bother to complaint for she was too busy playing poker with my granny, as a kid back then I was excuse from ignorance but what to say for the adults, I can say it was no excuse of it's utter arrogance. In the United States I believe, they enforce strict laws on farm Animals existing on a suburbs but here in the Philippines most of times these laws are overlooked by city officials where I used to live (Guinobatan, Albay) or maybe just because it's owned by a late nineteen seventy Matinee Star. It made me sick for eight consecutive months when as a child I was considered to be skinny and imagine how much more when I got sick. Kaya sa City of Guinobatan HOY! GISING! in the sanitations department HOY! GISING!.

After the pigs where sold my health did got better but I hope Karma would give these nice Family to finally have their own ashmatic fiesta so that they could rep their own fruits and give them what they just deserve. I don't believe in old wives tales of confuseus even though a part of me is Chinese, but as they say "What comes around, goes around".