Dear Diary,

At the laboratory this afternoon: a woman old enough to be my grandmother.

While I sit angry and tired that I suddenly have this calendar of return trips to the doctor's clinic, I hear someone saying, "Basta ganahan ko makasigurado unsa jud akong blood type. Ingon sila nga O kuno. Unya nganong pagbasa nako sa akong diary nga lahi man akong gisuwat kung unsa akong blood type? Kuhai ko'g balik."

Cute. And the smiley inside my head turns in a whirl while the nurse tells me to keep still kay basin kuno makuyapan ko.