THE LAST DIARY NG TAKOT SA DEXTROS

THE LAST DIARY NG TAKOT SA DEXTROS AT INJECTION

israelmekaniko:
Ayoko ng amoy ospital. Ayoko ng amoy alcohol. Ayokong maglakad sa hallway. Ayokong makakita ng pasyenteng naka dextros. Parang magkakasakit ako. Ayokong makakita ng nurse. Ayokong makakita ng mga taong hirap na hirap sa trabaho pero ang liit naman ng sweldo o minsan wala talagang sweldo tapos para sa iba katulong lang ang tingin sa kanila. Ayoko makakita ng mga pasyenteng isinusugod sa emergency room. Ng mga kamag anak ng pasyenteng nag aabang sa pinto ng operating room. Yung mga taong doon na kumakain ng malamig na kanin at pang ulam sa hagdan dahil walang pambayad ng kwarto. Yung doon na natutulog sa sulok dahil bawal pumasok sa ICU. Yung mga taong nasa harap ng cashier at naglalabas ng pambayad. Yung pilit kinakapa ang bulsa baka sakaling may naiwan pang barya. Ayokong makarinig ng hagulhol. Ayokong makarinig ng iyak. Ayokong makakita ng malungkot na mukha. Yung mga matang konti na lang bigla na lang tutulo ang luha pero wala ka namang ibang magawa. Dahil parang alam kong may nangyaring hindi maganda. Ayoko na ulit pumasok sa ospital. Dahil dito ka huhusgahan kung magtatagal ka pa o patuloy kang mabubuhay. At dahil alam kong sa huli, dito din ako mawawalan ng buhay.
Simula nong nabasa ko to parang nawalan ako ng gana kunin ung course na nursing.. Ang sakit lang sa dibdib.

結果 (英語) 1:

THE DIARY OF FEAR IN DEXTROS AND INJECTION israelmekaniko: I do not smell the hospital. I do not smell alcohol. I do not want to walk in the hallway. I do not want to see patients who dextros. I feel sick. I do not want to see a nurse. I do not want to see people struggling to work but also pay little or sometimes not really pay assistants done for others just think of them. I see patients in the emergency room isinusugod. The relatives of the patient who waits at the door of the operating room. Those who are there to eat cold rice and a dish of stairs because there is no money to pay for the room. That there sleeping in the corner because drug enters the ICU. Those who were in front of the cashier and discharge of payment. I strained kinakapa the pocket just in case there remained another dime. I do not want to hear a howl. I do not want to hear the crying. I do not want to see sad faces. Those little eyes just suddenly dripped tears but have no other choice. Because like I know something goes wrong. I went into the hospital again. Therefore judge you if you take or continue to live. And because I know that in the end, here I perish. Page asked to read like I had lost my appetite nursing course take ba .. The pain in the chest.