I was more than a little surprised when my father walked into my room this morning to wake me up. Normally I’d rely on my phone’s alarm clock to wake me up, but given how it was my day off, it was obviously not set. Which is why instead of waking up at the usual five-thirty, I had actually overslept, meaning by the time my father woke me it was well past six-thirty.
After being reminded that there was a medical check-up I needed to get to at the office, I hurriedly bathed and got dressed. Surprisingly, the fact that I had literally eaten nothing since six in the evening the night before didn’t bother me one bit, but I suppose the two liters of water I had drunk on and off during the evening had something to do with it.
So once I got to the office, I headed off to the pantry where the bulk of the medical check-up was set up. As expected, I wasn’t the only one there, but the line was moving relatively quickly anyway. I filled out the required forms, then shuffled over to one table to have my height and weight measured. As I had feared, I was counted overweight again, though it’s been at the spot where it’s occupied for more than two months now, so at least that’s a small comfort. My eyesight seems to have gotten worse though (both measured 20/100). Hmm. I might have to have a new set of lenses measured.
Next was the blood test. It was strange, since I’d normally balk and even look away whenever a blood sample was taken from me, but this time around I stared with abject disinterest when the orderly jabbed a syringe into my right arm. I didn’t even flinch. After that, I was given a small plastic container to fill for the urine test… Which because of all the water I’d been drinking for the evening and evening before I left home, I was ready to fill. The usual check-up with a doctor followed that, before it was off to the parking lot for my chest X-Ray (since the mobile X-Ray van was set up there).
With that completed, I submitted the completed form, had it signed, and that was that.
I didn’t go home right away of course. Given that I hadn’t eaten dinner or breakfast, I dropped by the closest Jollibee, ordered a 2-piece Chickenjoy with extra rice, and stuffed myself with fried chicken to my heart’s content. Going to hate myself later on of course, but boy did that chicken taste good. I don’t think it’s even close to the context it was used, but what the hey, let me crib a bit from Cervantes in saying that “the best sauce in the world is hunger”.
It was still early once I got home, which meant that I had to wait for an hour or so before I could withdraw my pay from the nearby bank (I had checked earlier at the ATM on the first floor when I went to the office, and it didn’t have money in it yet). So I caught up on some of the shows I had downloaded over the week. It was close to lunch when I decided to go out again, because I was sure that there’d be money in the payroll account by then… Which it did.
The thing is, it wasn’t as much as I was expecting, but I guess it’s because of all those taxes and deductions that come at the end of the month. Oh well. After another detour to my savings bank, said pay was safely deposited into my account. Though, I don’t think it’s going to get a chance to linger there long, as I already have three bills waiting for me. Oi.
Tch, it’s really going to be tight again until the next payday. And enrollment is coming too…