The irony of being the doctor's kid. I hate hospitals. It emits some sort of deathly vibe that it makes me sick, and want to pass out, even after almost 14 years of going into lots and lots of hospital. I practically spent at least 2 hours of the day in this disinfectant-smell, absurdly hygiene place since it's holiday and I practically had nothing to do. Not that I was willing to go anyway. I rather stay in bed watching DVDs rather than witnessing sick people being passed around on beds that look more like gigantic trays by blue-green uniformed men or women. I hate holidays.
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