When Lady V calls it a day!

Lady V was finishing a stick of Hope while reading a draft of letter when she caught a glimpse of her doctor arriving at the Mission hospital’s spacious corridor.  She hurriedly finished the stick, threw the butt into the small bin under the stretcher, put chewing gum in her mouth and pretended to be totally consumed with the letter she’s reading.  The gal was at this apparent state of activity (or inactivity) when the doctor entered the big room. She pretended to be surprised and promptly greeted the doctor with her most graceful wai and sweetest smile.

 “You know it’s bad for you!” the doctor started the conversation after returning her patient’s greetings as she proceeded to arrange the makeshift room intended for patients’ follow-up treatments.  In Lady V’s case, she was there for her daily check up and ritual of wound cleansing, the aftermath of her successful operation a week before.

 “It’s like using your wound as an ashtray “she continued and as if Lady V lacked the necessary imagination to connect wound and ashtray semantically, the doctor demonstrated her point by precisely mimicking a smoker’s action of putting a stick of cigarette in her mouth then gently shaking it off letting the ashes fall but instead of an imagined ashtray on a table the doctor reached for her buttocks to shake the stick there obviously as a reference to Lady V’s place of wound.

Lady V certainly didn’t expect such an opening remark and the slightly graphic demonstration that it took her a minute or two to react. She was absolutely speechless.

“I am sorry!” she eventually said.

“It’s your body, your wound. It’s up to you to decide when you want your normal body back.” The doctor snapped while checking the wound for any healing progress. She reiterated the freshness and seriousness of the wound. Lady V couldn’t help but to be continuously startled by her doctor’s unusual act of belligerence.

“One thing is for sure though, smoking doesn’t help it in the healing process.” The doctor went on. Afterwards she pressed the button from the bed’s post giving signal to the nurse to come in to do the actual wound cleansing. Then she left and worked the amazing corridor all by herself. Lady V was left dumbfounded as she heard the sound of the doctor’s high heeled shoes slapping the floor fiercely. Things suddenly became blurry and as if it was the right thing to do to redeem herself, Lady V reached for her bag, took the half-empty pack of Hope and the lighter laden with prints of naked gals all over it and looked at them for the last time.

“I definitely want my butt back!” lady V murmured before throwing the stuff to the bin.

“You definitely have your butt back ka!” the comely nurse who just entered the makeshift room and who apparently heard Lady V’s soliloquy answered jokingly.

“We just have to clean it daily na ka!” she continued smiling while preparing the solution for washing the patient’s wound. Lady V who was slightly mortified over the unexpected eavesdropper composed herself.

“Ka!” she said to herself and let the nurse inspect and clean her wounds.

The following Monday Lady V confidently reported back to work. She’s consumed with mixed feelings of anxiety and euphoria. As the day progressed the former began to take over Lady V’s being until the moment of truth arrived. First she took a deep breath, took the freshly printed revised letter, excused herself from her   excited colleagues and went to queen D's office. She stood there for a bit specifically acknowledging Rexona and Darria's presence and eventually submitted the letter she was reading back at the hospital.

Queen D couldn’t help but smile in disbelief. She thought she was being bluffed again by an employee who’s been asking for bonus diligently and which she’s consistently ignored.  But when she looked at Lady V’s eyes and all she could see was anger and determination to quit, she knew that was it.

“Everyone is replaceable” she sighed as she typed fast at gtalk to order Darria Sodomma, her most trusted assistant, to look for Lady V’s replacement.

All such events took place and well chronicled by who else but the gifted Rexona Gomorra who was seated behind the queen and whose 20-20 vision and powerful aural senses accurately captured everything that was going on.

The gal immediately gtalked Martina Negra for heads up and just like that the whole Kingdom of Babyllonia including the ones at Las Islas knew of Lady V’s impending departure. Plans for Lady V’s grand exit was immediately laid out via Sushmita’s initiative and all were but in awe in anticipation for lady v’s emancipation!

Lady V’s bold move the last day apparently contributed to her current positive aura. So positive that she was even invited to join the Shangrila meet & greet with Las Islas’ presidentcia, PNoy.

“I definitely feel lighter these days!” she says enthusiastically but immediately add “emotionally speaking” to qualify her statement before the weight conscious Rexona Gomorra starts rolling her eyes.

Lady V is set to leave the Kingdom of Babyllonia on June 10. While queen D continuously overwhelms her with tons of works and assignments she maintains positive outlook. She's leaving anyway in a week or two. 

Back at the hospital, Lady V's doctor was spotted smoking a stick of Hope freshly retrieved from the bin.