A tiny misunderstanding

As the saying goes "Disagreements and misunderstandings are what make good friends" (err i dunno who said this lar), so naturally me and my beloved wk, after spending almost everyday of 3 years tog, would have our own fair share of misunderstandings and conflicts.
No worries lar, it's all quite benign actually, i juz get a kick out of blowing things out of proportion.

It all started on a saturday night, while i was brushing my teeth, i realised that it wouldn't make much sense for us to go to sgh so early on sunday since the a n e is usually quite empty during the 8-10am slot. So i smsed Wk immediately to tell her to go abit later. N i waited n waited for her reply and assumed that she's happily asleep so i switched off my phone at 12.45am and fell asleep at 1 plus.

The next morning, my alarm went off at 7.15am and i woke up to check my hp. And i saw wk's msg "so what time do u wanna go?" (i better say here that she claims that she smsed me at 11 but i din receive her msg till this morn, if i dun say this, she would most likely flood the tagboard with curse words. Oh let me digress here to share my interesting discovery: i found out juz yesterday that the tagboard doesn't allow you to type 'bad words'. It automatically changes all these words to *beep*, even mildly 'bad' ones like arse. So cool ya?) and i immediately replied her "9 plus 10" and then crawled back to bed. Again i assumed that she's still happily asleep because if i were to receive an sms implying the faintest hint of a sugestion of going late, i would definitely still be sleeping at that time. I got her reply at 7.45am and it was indeed a horrible horrible thing to see ~"i'm here already".

So i climbed unwillingly into her car at 8.10am and the first thing she tells me is "actually i din want to go one, but i din receive ur msg so i tot u wanted to stick to the original plan".
At that point in time, i wanted to a) scream my lungs out and b)open her car door, roll out of her car and go home. But of cos, i din have the energy to do either.

Here i must really attest to the aforementioned saying, because wk n i quickly got over our disgruntledment (me) and disgust with the efficiency of one's hp (her), and came up with a plan. We shall peep in and assess the situation and if there're less than 5 patients (my idea) or if our tutor is not around (wk's), we go home.

So aniwei, when the critical care area doors swing open, we saw NO patients AT ALL and NO tutor. Only some nurses and a few MOs and they all stared at us in the stunned silence that ensued when we appeared. I said, "Oh no! there are no patients!" And one MO burst forth in shock "why are you here on a sunday?!!!!!!!!!"
And we beat a hasty retreat back to the MO room.

After some time spent stoning and some arguing, i won the argument and despatched wk to check if some patients have appeared after 30min, while i nearly fell asleep (Me! the one who din manage to sleep a wink during orientation camp). Wk came in excitedly to tell me that there are TWO patients so i grudgingly dragged myself up. The patients then slowly trickled in after that, and my tutor trickled in even slower at 10am.

To cut a long, sad story short, we left at 11.45am.