When I was in KTM, on the way back to Klang, received a message from a coursemate telling me I should write a letter, an email actually to my Dr, explaining the reason why I did not turn up for the briefing. Feeling furious initially, but then I thought, I should have considered this consequence. And maybe I don't have the luck of not being caught by skipping class. Not a class, a briefing.
Frankly, indeed my intention to book flight ticket on Monday morning. So I could have more time to spend with family. I swore I would never travel back to Klang by bus after the first experience 2 months ago. 10-hour journey! So much than I could bear! Last time travelling back KL, 8 hours, much to my terror that I may develop DVT in no time, and embolise into my brain. ok more to the lungs. I don't wanna suffer from chest pain and shortness of breath. I'm still young ok. Flight on Sun morning. Man, I don't wana spend Sunday in this room, keep an eye on my window occasionally, worrying if there would be a burglar's hands appearing, trying to reach out for my wallet. So, I decided to skip this Monday damn briefing.
Well, I'm glad I made such a decision. Sunday night was lovely. As far as I concern, very very seldom my family and I sit around the dining table having dinner. Even on CNY eve, we take turns to have dinner. We seldom eat out. That night, I was so surprised seeing my family was already around the table, for the very first time. I quickly grabbed a chair and joined. Although need to squeeze squeeze a little, well, I was blissful.
Journey coming back Klang was an agony. Flight--bus--ktm--taxi. I'm so reluctant to face the reality, too cruel. Right, I chose it. Face it. Found out that this Surgery posting will be so darn free. Class only on Thursday and Friday. Not good not good, I will be slacking around. argh! Please don't.
Anyway, Friday please fly to me faster ok. I miss you, yes you Friday.
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