even when you don't do math, better count small things.

if you read this blog more than one entry. you would kinda tell how i have this way of telling stories. name it a short sentence or anything, i don't really put styles on my wordings nor do i write constantly over things that had been going on in my life. sometimes i find that not writing over a certain experience makes them worth a bit more, personally. but today, the world feels like screaming tons of message i almost can not contain it all alone.

i started the typicall day wandering on the motorcycle. riding with my dad on his last two months of working days prior to his retirement. and the day has been scheduled for a visit at a hospital. a typicall business one at RSCM. i wasn't excited with the fact that my boss is not coming, thus i had to be the one initiating all the talking. a typicall marketing skill that somehow i need to have.

so there i was, at jakarta's central hospital. wait, let me put it as the nation's biggest medical center. i knew everybody said that everybody goes there to seek for cure. but it was my first time being there, i didn't know the massiveness it offers. it might be not as big as you might have thought for its size - although you'd most likely get lost in it - but try coming on a typicall day, where you 'd find lines of people waiting. some sitting on the chair in groups with their family, some sit alone on the floor having some snack near the garden, some waiting in line for some ease payment. some merely waiting for the elevator to come. then you come to the doctor waiting room, then you see people sitting waiting for their loved ones to come out, and there were people on their bed, waiting to be called in. i never quite thought they would need to be brought to the doctors' place. i always thought the doctors would come to see you up. nevertheless.

then come in the radiology department. a boy sat there, sleeping. until i knew he was not. this huge oxygen tube that was 5 times his size standing next to his aunt(?). with clear pipes running to his nose, and his loving blanky covering his legs, he seems tired. he was on anaesthetia (lord, how is it spelled?). ' just got off from the ct-scan,' said the young lady. she was trying to wake him up. during our time there, he didn't wake. i hope it's the drugs that he took hasn't quite cleared out, nothing else.

then we cross the ct-scan, and saw a mid age young lady telling the patient not to move too much. but what we saw was that the lady inside moved growingly increase. in pain. they moved her out, and the scanned was cancelled.

that time, you would start counting, over the small things that you've been blessed with.