a near scare

my heart nearly stopped just now.

i thought i had lost my SE handphone. (well, handphones are some people's lifeline)

mentally, i retraced my steps. i went to the ward, then to the outpatient clinic, then stopped by the bookfair at ACC, walked pass the ATM, went to buy some food and then went to the campus to eat my lunch. only then did i notice the absence of my phone.

it wasn't at the place i always keep it, attached to a tali around my neck. i didn't notice it falling.

i asked my friend to call my number and the dial tone was present but no one was picking up. that offered some hope of it being found.

fearing the worst but hoping for the best, i retraced my steps. i walked back to the bookfair but it was nowhere to be found. there was no signs of it at the clinic too.

i tried to recall the last time i used it. i had detached it to take a picture of a brain CT scan showing external herniation of the brain post craniectomy for subdural haematoma. after that, i could not remember where i put my phone.

i walked anxiously and prayed so hard for my phone to be somewhere near the radiological viewing box at the nurse's counter. it was already visiting hours and many people were at the ward.

when i reached there, my phone was lying still on the trolley below the viewing box, just where i left it, in camouflaged by the stacks of white paper and other disorderly stuff . hehe. good thing the only people who go behind the counter are nurses, doctors and mecial students. no visitors allowed.

alhamdulillah thummalhamdulillah thummalhamdulillah.

ok, so its just a handphone. i wont die if i lose it. buuuuuuuut, nanti i'll lose all the phone numbers of people who i need to contact. life would be miserable.