i was terribly bitchy today. and it was due to my brother. you see, after fetching my mum and settling the outstanding bills, i sent an sms to my brother telling him that i had paid the outstanding (non-claimable from medisave) while the remainder would be deducted from his medisave. and next thing i knew, i received a whole lot of smses from him asking me (well, it was more like he was reprimanding me) why the hell i paid up for he had a prior agreement with the hospital that he would pay by installment. anyway, i told him i did not know abt it. and he demanded that i go back to the hospital to get them to refund me. i was damned pissed off by the whole thing...
now, abt the bitchy me part. i was driving from the car park to the block to pick my mum up and at the same time, my brother was sending me the string of smses non-stop. i was already feeling pissed off. and it so happened that the pick up point was also choked up by taxis. damned it! so, i pulled up at the reserved lot (beside the pick up lot where a taxi had parked) and signaled to the domestic helper to push my mum to my car. just then, an indian auntie (the road marshaller), came running to me and kinda told me off: "ai! ai! you cannot park here!" this was despite seeing my domestic helper already pushing my mum's wheelchair. i waved back and gave the body signal that i won't take long. capitalizing on my non-hostile response, she shouted: "next time you come back, you better not park here!" this final remark of hers made me burst. and i told her off: "there will not be another time! are you trying to tell me my mum will be hospitalized again!?" realizing she made a near-fatal mistake, she quickly pulled back. and so i continued unleashing my bitchy self: "are you cursing my mum!? if you are not pantang (superstitious), i am!". and our indian auntie applied her emergency brake, looked at me in the most apologetic manner and apologized: "oh, sorry la, sorry la... i don't mean that, sorry sorry ah..." and as she said this, she did the head-twisting gesture ala typical of all indians.
i noted that everyone was staring at our direction. and the taxis that were choking the place quickly vacated the lots. what the fuck! i thought. i was damned fucking pissed off at that very moment and the last thing i need was an auntie coming to me and stepped on my toe. then again, at the heat of the moment, i couldn't give a damned. once my mum got into the car, i slammed the door and i drove off.
as for the payment, after sending my mum back home, i went back to the hospital to talk to the admin. and some ding donging and explanations, the admin agreed that they would refund me, but this would be done only after my brother settle the necessary documentation for the installments. hmmm, looking at how he responded and how he disputed the final amount, i am sure there's gonna be some kinda commotion tomorrow. well, i'll leave it to him to settle.
ps: reflecting, i think i could have better managed my anger and not scream at auntie. but then, it certainly felt good to vent, really eased off lots of pent up anger.
now, abt the bitchy me part. i was driving from the car park to the block to pick my mum up and at the same time, my brother was sending me the string of smses non-stop. i was already feeling pissed off. and it so happened that the pick up point was also choked up by taxis. damned it! so, i pulled up at the reserved lot (beside the pick up lot where a taxi had parked) and signaled to the domestic helper to push my mum to my car. just then, an indian auntie (the road marshaller), came running to me and kinda told me off: "ai! ai! you cannot park here!" this was despite seeing my domestic helper already pushing my mum's wheelchair. i waved back and gave the body signal that i won't take long. capitalizing on my non-hostile response, she shouted: "next time you come back, you better not park here!" this final remark of hers made me burst. and i told her off: "there will not be another time! are you trying to tell me my mum will be hospitalized again!?" realizing she made a near-fatal mistake, she quickly pulled back. and so i continued unleashing my bitchy self: "are you cursing my mum!? if you are not pantang (superstitious), i am!". and our indian auntie applied her emergency brake, looked at me in the most apologetic manner and apologized: "oh, sorry la, sorry la... i don't mean that, sorry sorry ah..." and as she said this, she did the head-twisting gesture ala typical of all indians.
i noted that everyone was staring at our direction. and the taxis that were choking the place quickly vacated the lots. what the fuck! i thought. i was damned fucking pissed off at that very moment and the last thing i need was an auntie coming to me and stepped on my toe. then again, at the heat of the moment, i couldn't give a damned. once my mum got into the car, i slammed the door and i drove off.
as for the payment, after sending my mum back home, i went back to the hospital to talk to the admin. and some ding donging and explanations, the admin agreed that they would refund me, but this would be done only after my brother settle the necessary documentation for the installments. hmmm, looking at how he responded and how he disputed the final amount, i am sure there's gonna be some kinda commotion tomorrow. well, i'll leave it to him to settle.
ps: reflecting, i think i could have better managed my anger and not scream at auntie. but then, it certainly felt good to vent, really eased off lots of pent up anger.
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