Diary of an Introvert

25

***Storms***

And we know that God works all things together for the good of those who love Him, who are called according to His purpose.- Romans 8:28

This I realized after what happened to Eric. Maybe it was meant to happen. He's not the one for my friend and Eric's do not deserve that kind of guy too.

As I came to this realization, I also somehow question the future of me and Calvin. Inside my heart, I am beginning to think that he's for me...but am I for him too? I tend to worry recently and when those times come, I read passages to calm my heart.

Time flies so fast and it's almost the end of April.

All the teachers were busy preparing for the training, seminars, workshops and preparation for next school year. In the middle of preparing the classroom, an unfortunate event happened to me. I did not notice that there was a broken tile and I accidentally tripped and got my foot wounded. I also had bruised on my legs. It was a hard fall.

I tried to stand but whenever I move my lower limbs, the rest of the parts tingled in pain. One of the teacher passed by my room and saw me struggling. He helped me to stand, brought me to the office and placed an iced pack on my bruised.

The president and principal saw me and advised that I should go to the hospital and have a check up. For me, I know I will be alright soon but visiting the doctor was not a bad idea. 

It's morning when it happened so they told me to rest in the afternoon. 

One of the teachers (who owned a car) brought me to the hospital. The staff were busy so we waited quite a long time. When I noticed that we were waiting for like an hour, I told my co-teacher that she can leave me alone. I can do the rest by myself.

Though she doesn't want to go, she has to because she's needed in school.

Anyways, a nurse came to me an hour after my co-teacher left. Typical hospital scenario that why I don't expect much from them. Well, going back. They asked me some questions and I just answered them all.

"Ilang taon na po?" 

"Ah, 24." 

The nurse stopped writing on the paper and gave me a confused look. "Yung age po ulit?" 

"24 years  old." I said again. I can see how disappointed she was when I said my age. I know that I look like a high school student which makes me cute most of the time but I also can't deny that I felt insulted by that nurse.

After checking my vitals and my wounds, they started putting medicines and bandages on the affected area. I was enduring the pain when Calvin called.

him:  hey there. shall we have lunch together?

me: Ahm, pwede pero hindi ako sure kung okay sa time mo.