I braked suddenly. The jeepney, full of passengers, unexpectedly swerved to its right, into the path of the Honda City. Not to mention, smoke belches out of its rusty muffler like there is no tomorrow. I can’t see anything for 30 seconds until the black smoke fizzles out. I can’t do anything for that length of time. When everything clears out, the jeepney was already pulling away by several meters. I don’t know where to quench my anger. I know, my fury, if I allow it to detonate full blast, will not amount to anything good. I smirk at the diagnosis: ROAD RAGE.
Getting to my senses, I let the City accelerate a bit, always familiar with the rage within me. So, I slow down at a reasonable pace until I reach home sweet home in about 5 minutes time. Once I reached the comforts of my room, the familiar scents of the pillows and the blankets and the linen. I pull up my legs, sans slippers. In the dark, I can hear the mild snore of my dear wife and the eloquent chant of my daughter’s night chants. My precious girls. And George, the quiet shi tzu, at the corner of the room. In the room right beside, is the cheery hulk of a guy I call my son. With him there is the pesky princess shi tzu, Pedro, who we all love, inspite of his peskiness. This petite canine does not have a recognizable face because it is all black, against a background of white.My wife and I are in the years of our life wherein we need, or we think we need vitamin supplements to complement the food that we eat during regular meals. And I realized, I haven’t taken my dose for the day. And likewise, I have not yet taken also my daily dose of hypertension medicine. Relatively mild, 50 mg of losartan potassium. What, well, I do get potassium from bananas, which I eat a lot. But well, I can’t question my doctor. She’s good.
“Honeypie, Bukopie,” I murmured to my wife who suddenly stirred from her afternoon nap. “Have you taken your medicine?”
“Not yet. Dad.I am waiting for you to give them to me,” in a teasing way.
“Why of course Darling,” I tease back.