Free Health Care! Diru for president!
another of Diru's chronicles
We went to hospital yesterday to calm Kigao's and our fear of any ailment because he was not feeling very well. But this blog is not about that. To cut the kigao story short, he was pronounced having no problem with his lungs, his heart is healthy - as were the findings a couple of years ago when he had the same symptoms. Anyways, the story is about Diru, our 7-year old daughter...
As we walked inside the hospital, Diru and Ilaw looked around and tailed me on my way to register Kigao's name in the roster, while Kigao went straight to get the basic checks.
DIRU (falling in step with me): Nanay, do we have to pay?
NANAY (a bit distracted): yes, sweetheart.
DIRU (Catching my hand): Awww, I wish we don't have to.
So we sat down at the waiting area.
DIRU: Nanay, (after struggling for quite awhile about what she wants to say, but in a sense this is what she said) when I own a hospital, the people don't have to pay.
NANAY and ILAW: (still a bit distracted, at the same time) huh? why?
DIRU: Because, piman. They're sick na nga they have to pay pa.
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Of course I asked about how she plans to pay the health workers who have to live and eat also, yada yada yada and I told her and her sister that in certain countries healthcare is free as they are taxed humungously while working, yada yada yada, but that's government hospitals. But if it is a government hospital, the only way she can have any control or say in it especially free healthcare, is to be the president of the country!
At this point she looked at me wide-eyed, mouth open, then tried to composed her face to almost normal and said... I don't understand what you're saying. Of course not. She just wants to be a doctor... and own a hospital.
We went to hospital yesterday to calm Kigao's and our fear of any ailment because he was not feeling very well. But this blog is not about that. To cut the kigao story short, he was pronounced having no problem with his lungs, his heart is healthy - as were the findings a couple of years ago when he had the same symptoms. Anyways, the story is about Diru, our 7-year old daughter...
As we walked inside the hospital, Diru and Ilaw looked around and tailed me on my way to register Kigao's name in the roster, while Kigao went straight to get the basic checks.
DIRU (falling in step with me): Nanay, do we have to pay?
NANAY (a bit distracted): yes, sweetheart.
DIRU (Catching my hand): Awww, I wish we don't have to.
So we sat down at the waiting area.
DIRU: Nanay, (after struggling for quite awhile about what she wants to say, but in a sense this is what she said) when I own a hospital, the people don't have to pay.
NANAY and ILAW: (still a bit distracted, at the same time) huh? why?
DIRU: Because, piman. They're sick na nga they have to pay pa.
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Of course I asked about how she plans to pay the health workers who have to live and eat also, yada yada yada and I told her and her sister that in certain countries healthcare is free as they are taxed humungously while working, yada yada yada, but that's government hospitals. But if it is a government hospital, the only way she can have any control or say in it especially free healthcare, is to be the president of the country!
At this point she looked at me wide-eyed, mouth open, then tried to composed her face to almost normal and said... I don't understand what you're saying. Of course not. She just wants to be a doctor... and own a hospital.
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