I'm almost going to bed wih a weight of burden in my heart. Somehow I am nervous. Because tomorrow I'm going back to my old school life, resume my ADLs...I can't let my profs celebrate the loss of a major headache just yet, heheh.
So I'll be back tomorrow. After 1 celebration week and 1 academic week (18 hours of duty to make up for)...I'm finally giving in to the call of work work work. Too bad, I was starting to get used to the vacation hype...aw well...
I can't say I'm thrilled about tomorrow. I feel the burden. The darker side of me emerging like a second persona? Hmm...yeah, again, I feel it inviting me to go back and...who knows...
But in my deepest moments of despair a few people must have felt it...and cared to make themselves known to me. Alam niyo na kung sino kayo. Kung hindi man, I'll be thanking you personally so you'll be aware of the blessing you've given me.
I want to thank God and thank these people for somehow reaching out...though probably unknowingly...but still, the effect of their actions gave me hope for tonight...to anticipate the light that may perhaps shine tomorrow...
I have to try and sleep. And be energized and pretty for my comeback tomorrow.
As I had told bequa and pau kanina, I already miss my sj friends...mga walanghiyang bata...hahahahaha.
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Btw, HERSCHEL- sorry ka na lang, hihiramin ko muna ang honey Des mo...next time na yung awesome threesome natin, I'll plan it out. :) Thanks for the sched...love yah very very much, and I miss you with a passion, hahahaha. :*
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Pain management
My 5 stitches were removed. Yey. Hehehe. Though there's still serosanguinous draining from the corner of the wound. Ouch.
Diet: Full. I can eat anything I want now. But after this ep, I plan to cut oily foods from my meal plan and add more h20. So let's see how this is gonna be.
Status: I can walk now with my back straight up. But not without getting tired more easily than the norm. Sometimes my wound still hurts. And I cannot strain or carry heavy stuff for 6 months.
To lessen the eps of pain I have to avoid:
laughing out loud (so shut up, bern!!!! :P)
sneezing all the way
coughing
crowds
chocolates (makes the throne session harder, which can cause strains, hahahaha)
beef (same reason)
jumps
I have to promote:
fiber-rich diet
water
splinting (you know, assisting the painful area with a hand when walking, etc)
studying my notes ahead (so I don't need to bring my really big books)
brisk walking (promote proper but not too much blood circulation on the area)
apple juice and lapu-lapu (promote wound healing)
So far I'm just resting. My doc said I can go for the easier shifts but since I still can't move around normally and I still get easily exhausted, I plan to postpone my comeback on the hospital scene...so the OR duty has to wait.
But no hard work or weights for 3-6 months?! How do I dancemania?
Grr. hahahaha.
I should be seriously concerned with my priorities.
Wahahaha.
Of course I'm kidding.
Gnyt Y'all. I love my friends...
Diet: Full. I can eat anything I want now. But after this ep, I plan to cut oily foods from my meal plan and add more h20. So let's see how this is gonna be.
Status: I can walk now with my back straight up. But not without getting tired more easily than the norm. Sometimes my wound still hurts. And I cannot strain or carry heavy stuff for 6 months.
To lessen the eps of pain I have to avoid:
laughing out loud (so shut up, bern!!!! :P)
sneezing all the way
coughing
crowds
chocolates (makes the throne session harder, which can cause strains, hahahaha)
beef (same reason)
jumps
I have to promote:
fiber-rich diet
water
splinting (you know, assisting the painful area with a hand when walking, etc)
studying my notes ahead (so I don't need to bring my really big books)
brisk walking (promote proper but not too much blood circulation on the area)
apple juice and lapu-lapu (promote wound healing)
So far I'm just resting. My doc said I can go for the easier shifts but since I still can't move around normally and I still get easily exhausted, I plan to postpone my comeback on the hospital scene...so the OR duty has to wait.
But no hard work or weights for 3-6 months?! How do I dancemania?
Grr. hahahaha.
I should be seriously concerned with my priorities.
Wahahaha.
Of course I'm kidding.
Gnyt Y'all. I love my friends...
Incident Report
It's only been a week or two since I last dropped my bombshell here about the fun we had...my sj friends whom I share brotherhood with. And since I know how fast news breaks out (like the plague, I think) within our numbers this will just be the firsthand story from me. I had been thinking of writing something here since I came home, but my blues keep me from doing so. It suddenly felt so foreign to me to sit in front of the PC, to press keys, and I had a hard time at first since the key pressing seemed to hurt me on my stitches...
Ah, speaking of stitches, yes I went under the knife of Dr. Peterson Lu in Chinese General Hospital on the night of Nov. 8, 2007- a day which was supposed to be my Bern friend's 20th birthday, but due to my personal pain, I...
2 Days Prior To Admission...
My YM stat read 53h no sleep. Skipping meals not uncommon. I was working hastily on my vid editing, literally abusing myself in an effort to be done with the film for the nursing week's film fest, which I took part in. I even recalled telling my aunt, "Ngayon ko lang inabuso nang ganito ang katawan ko." True, coz before this I always made it a point to sleep and eat enough before pushing myself to work nonstop.
1 day PTA-
The pain crept in. Wednesday was supposed to be a school day for me, as well as the agreed passing day of the film. Instead of my expected cheery recharge, I woke up with a crampy abdominal pain radiating to my left with an 8/10 grading, intermittent. I thought it must be my stress reaction kicking in, so I shrugged other possible causes and suffered there on my bed all morning in silence. I was hoping it's disappear so I can dress up and get ready for a first class.
Two hours before my lecture class at 1, I finally told my mother I didn't want to come to class. She left me. By the time she was off the pain had dulled. I was partially relieved and went on to do my finishing touches with the film.
My dad was in the house, which surprised me. He told me to get dressed and eat somewhere with him. I readily agreed, thinking that maybe the dull pain was already...hunger pains? We ate at a small cafeteria nearby, and despite my nursie conscience I dared myself to dinuguan. We had a brief bonding time. At the end of the meal I felt the pain growing intense again, like a flame licking eagerly against a high firewall.
But I told my papi, "Gusto ko po ng Kitkat." Actually I was craving for it, so we went hunting (I was already limping) in the market and finally got two. On the way we picked up supplies, as well as a lot of things he thought I'd need for school or for my toilet (every step was more agonzing than the one before it). This was when I sensed that somehow he might be up to something, or he's guilty of something so he's consenting to all my wishes then...I tested it! But that's not the point here, so anyway...
The Asian Kangaroo-
Of course there's no such specie, but I kind of turned into this as soon as I got home. After hobbling down and back upstairs to serve water to my father I instantly got into my brother's room and turned on the airconditioning unit. I just gave in to the bed and slept it off...but I woke up later, feeling the pain worseing at each moment. I was already screaming and jumping...I jumped and realized how it alleviated the pain temporarily, so that's what I did for a while.
I made like a kangaroo and jumped all over the house...my aunt thought I was losing it.
The Psychological Test-
In my desperation,I remembered that discussion I had with Jo and an episode of house wherein, to distract himself from his severe leg pain, House visciously slammed a black medicine pestle over his hand, which afforded relief while the new pain source lasted. They say it's possible because prostaglandins (which are responsible for the feeling of pain) find a new focus other than the original.
With half of what's left of my wits I took a hold of the black wireless phone and hammered my left hand twice. It actually worked, but by the time I was done screaming and holding my wrist, the pain on my abdomen was back.
So much for prostaglandin confusion...boo sadism. Haha.
The (B)Witch(ed) Doctor-
In times like this I thought I had to rely on my knowledge. Other than poring over my books (while lying down with a grimace) I had to narrow down the list of what could have caused this. With my eyelids half-closed in pain I could almost see House and his team, "Differential diagnosis, people."
I initially thought it was food poisoning. But when I checked the sighs and symptoms I threw the idea, since I wasn't vomiting anything. I checked heartburn. Hyperacidity. Indigestion. None of them could fit into my condition perfectly as a group.
I suddenly felt scared: ovarian cyst?
No way. But I already fit the at-risk age group...
Doing my kangaroo trend to the fridge, I braved the unknown and inspected the contents of the medicine box...found a good white pill (of course I read it), and discreetly took it, hoping to reestablish normal bowel functioning in an hour or two.
Night Terrors-
I was worse that ever when my mother came home. I intentionally did not try to contact her, since I didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble or go to a doctor for nothing. So she was surprised to see me moaning there on the sofa with the TV on. After a sermon and offering me a new white pill (it was different from my choice) she sent me to bed. I was writhing in pain and did not get sleep at all.
I kept waking up, but I dreamed I was put on quarantine inside an oriental palace high atop the mountain. My mother summoned 3000 identical-looking geishas to find out what's wrong with me. They were all replicas of me, except that they wore elaborate geisha robes...parang ung sa TV, si Hwang Jini ata un. They all tried to cure me. And just when I thought the last of them worked well for me, I woke up feeling all painful again.
The Lovers Carry-
I dressed in my slowest way (masakit nga) as my mtoher wanted me to go see a doc. She said it might be appedicitis. I thought then it was unlikely. Why? I dunno. Just thought it was not me who's gonna have it.
We went to Dr. Lao Lam Sun in St. Luke's at around noon. Since ma and he were really good friends (20+ yrs and counting), we managed to have him to ourselves at lunch break. After exmaining me on his table he already speculated that it was either appedicitis or maybe an ovarian problem. He arranged for bloodwork and urinalysis. And he slipped in an admission order just in case.
The walk back to the car was just...anyway in spite of my pain I was surprised when ma stood in front of me and offered me her back. Lovers carry? I declined (she can't possibly) and let my arms fall over her shoulders instead.
In the car the pain suddenly became instense, as in super super sakit, more than ever. I was crying by the time we went to the lab. My ma, realizing I had to be confined, decided not to go with the lab routine and took me to the ER with her admission order from Dr. Lao.
Making A Scene-
I needed a wheelchair when I arrived in front of the ER. They put me on the bed and started to work. That was an hour past my visit to the MD. I shouted at them all when they tried to assist me in changing positions, since it hurt a lot and everywhere.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" I kept telling them.
Shane and Ma was laughing at me as I told them off. I even kept interrogating them at every procedure they wanted to do to me. Some clearly had no idea of what they were doing, which made me all the more angry. Later when I was asked for my urine sample I was surprised.
I could not produce any.
I was given an ultrasound, which went bad since they could no longer see how it was in there...wala kasing laman ung bladder. At 'gassy' daw according to one of the docs in there.
I was shivering too. I didn't even care when someone took a blood sample (the needle!). That was how gone I was.
I was febrile (had fever). But no one gave me anything except seven hours later when they gave me paracetamol- per IVP (injected straight into my vein, people) just shortly before they rolled me into the OR. The careless guy nurse did it so fast it stung my arm badly that had it not been for the pain I would have kicked him down really bad (when he attended to me two days later I reprimanded him as a paying customer should).
Inquisition Inside the OR-
Sabihin na natin na talagang the worst- most difficult- patients are healthcare workers themselves. Which almost includes me, since I'm a nursing student.
Inside the OR (as in with the lights) while the adults were busy doing the prepping (yung scrub, anesthesize, discuss, drape, arrange the team, blah), I turned to them and greeted them casually as a host would. That was when I first saw Dr. Lu, my surgeon. He introduced himself, though already masked since it was the proper thing to do. I even shook hands with him (while on the operating table ha, ganoon). Sabihin mo nang pa-epal, pero with the rights of the patient (and the difficulty of a nursie stud)I joined the briefing, slightly taking the team aback:
Me: Hello. Good evening po.
Assist: Hello, Anniline.
Me: An pong gagawin?
Anesthesiologist: First we're going to do a spinal- epidural anesthesia...just don't move.
Me: Huh? OK. Masakit daw po yan. Anyway, just tell me what to do.
*Instructions given, shot done with minimal pain, thank God for good hands*
Me: Ayan na, nararamdaman ko na po.
*Assist ties my wrists down on the table extentions a la crucifixion.* *Anesthesiologist tests me for sensation by pinching.*
Me: (removes her pinching) OK na po, basta tumatalab na po.
*Felt the wiping of my abdomen*
Me: Ummm...ma'am?
Anesthesiologist: Yes?
Me: May I sleep first before you cut?
Anesthesiologist: Yes, of course.
*They were taking a keen interest on the mapping on my abdomen.*
Me: Can you tell them?
Anesthesiologist: Yes.
*The curtain was being placed.*
Me: Ma'am, may I watch how it's done?
Anesthesiologist: No. You can't watch.
Operation took about 4 and a half hours, mga 8 something nagstart. About 1 am I was awake, trying to move my elephantine legs. And if it wasn't bad enough there was this guy in the PACU (recovery room) who made one wrong move. When I was ready for transfer back to my room, he put a stretcher beside me.
Me: So appendicitis nga siya?
Staff: Oo, sabi sa chart. O, babalik na kita sa room mo. Baka mabigla ka.
Me: Wha-
*Carried me on my neck and waist- my WAIST!!!*
I screamed a short mortal scream loud enough to make two patient's head turn to me. And to think under anesthesia sila...
Later, in my room-
Me: You're mean. I hate you.
Staff: Hindi, nabigla ka lang.
Me: Nabigla- o wag mo kong hahawakan!
*He called two staff nurses to carry me properly down to my bed. Pwede naman kasi di ba?*
OK, that's it. The recovery phase is more of a weird experience if you ask me. But before I close this very long entry I want to say thanks to all those who visited me- you are such blessings talaga. To those who texted, salamat rin. :)
Ah, speaking of stitches, yes I went under the knife of Dr. Peterson Lu in Chinese General Hospital on the night of Nov. 8, 2007- a day which was supposed to be my Bern friend's 20th birthday, but due to my personal pain, I...
2 Days Prior To Admission...
My YM stat read 53h no sleep. Skipping meals not uncommon. I was working hastily on my vid editing, literally abusing myself in an effort to be done with the film for the nursing week's film fest, which I took part in. I even recalled telling my aunt, "Ngayon ko lang inabuso nang ganito ang katawan ko." True, coz before this I always made it a point to sleep and eat enough before pushing myself to work nonstop.
1 day PTA-
The pain crept in. Wednesday was supposed to be a school day for me, as well as the agreed passing day of the film. Instead of my expected cheery recharge, I woke up with a crampy abdominal pain radiating to my left with an 8/10 grading, intermittent. I thought it must be my stress reaction kicking in, so I shrugged other possible causes and suffered there on my bed all morning in silence. I was hoping it's disappear so I can dress up and get ready for a first class.
Two hours before my lecture class at 1, I finally told my mother I didn't want to come to class. She left me. By the time she was off the pain had dulled. I was partially relieved and went on to do my finishing touches with the film.
My dad was in the house, which surprised me. He told me to get dressed and eat somewhere with him. I readily agreed, thinking that maybe the dull pain was already...hunger pains? We ate at a small cafeteria nearby, and despite my nursie conscience I dared myself to dinuguan. We had a brief bonding time. At the end of the meal I felt the pain growing intense again, like a flame licking eagerly against a high firewall.
But I told my papi, "Gusto ko po ng Kitkat." Actually I was craving for it, so we went hunting (I was already limping) in the market and finally got two. On the way we picked up supplies, as well as a lot of things he thought I'd need for school or for my toilet (every step was more agonzing than the one before it). This was when I sensed that somehow he might be up to something, or he's guilty of something so he's consenting to all my wishes then...I tested it! But that's not the point here, so anyway...
The Asian Kangaroo-
Of course there's no such specie, but I kind of turned into this as soon as I got home. After hobbling down and back upstairs to serve water to my father I instantly got into my brother's room and turned on the airconditioning unit. I just gave in to the bed and slept it off...but I woke up later, feeling the pain worseing at each moment. I was already screaming and jumping...I jumped and realized how it alleviated the pain temporarily, so that's what I did for a while.
I made like a kangaroo and jumped all over the house...my aunt thought I was losing it.
The Psychological Test-
In my desperation,I remembered that discussion I had with Jo and an episode of house wherein, to distract himself from his severe leg pain, House visciously slammed a black medicine pestle over his hand, which afforded relief while the new pain source lasted. They say it's possible because prostaglandins (which are responsible for the feeling of pain) find a new focus other than the original.
With half of what's left of my wits I took a hold of the black wireless phone and hammered my left hand twice. It actually worked, but by the time I was done screaming and holding my wrist, the pain on my abdomen was back.
So much for prostaglandin confusion...boo sadism. Haha.
The (B)Witch(ed) Doctor-
In times like this I thought I had to rely on my knowledge. Other than poring over my books (while lying down with a grimace) I had to narrow down the list of what could have caused this. With my eyelids half-closed in pain I could almost see House and his team, "Differential diagnosis, people."
I initially thought it was food poisoning. But when I checked the sighs and symptoms I threw the idea, since I wasn't vomiting anything. I checked heartburn. Hyperacidity. Indigestion. None of them could fit into my condition perfectly as a group.
I suddenly felt scared: ovarian cyst?
No way. But I already fit the at-risk age group...
Doing my kangaroo trend to the fridge, I braved the unknown and inspected the contents of the medicine box...found a good white pill (of course I read it), and discreetly took it, hoping to reestablish normal bowel functioning in an hour or two.
Night Terrors-
I was worse that ever when my mother came home. I intentionally did not try to contact her, since I didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble or go to a doctor for nothing. So she was surprised to see me moaning there on the sofa with the TV on. After a sermon and offering me a new white pill (it was different from my choice) she sent me to bed. I was writhing in pain and did not get sleep at all.
I kept waking up, but I dreamed I was put on quarantine inside an oriental palace high atop the mountain. My mother summoned 3000 identical-looking geishas to find out what's wrong with me. They were all replicas of me, except that they wore elaborate geisha robes...parang ung sa TV, si Hwang Jini ata un. They all tried to cure me. And just when I thought the last of them worked well for me, I woke up feeling all painful again.
The Lovers Carry-
I dressed in my slowest way (masakit nga) as my mtoher wanted me to go see a doc. She said it might be appedicitis. I thought then it was unlikely. Why? I dunno. Just thought it was not me who's gonna have it.
We went to Dr. Lao Lam Sun in St. Luke's at around noon. Since ma and he were really good friends (20+ yrs and counting), we managed to have him to ourselves at lunch break. After exmaining me on his table he already speculated that it was either appedicitis or maybe an ovarian problem. He arranged for bloodwork and urinalysis. And he slipped in an admission order just in case.
The walk back to the car was just...anyway in spite of my pain I was surprised when ma stood in front of me and offered me her back. Lovers carry? I declined (she can't possibly) and let my arms fall over her shoulders instead.
In the car the pain suddenly became instense, as in super super sakit, more than ever. I was crying by the time we went to the lab. My ma, realizing I had to be confined, decided not to go with the lab routine and took me to the ER with her admission order from Dr. Lao.
Making A Scene-
I needed a wheelchair when I arrived in front of the ER. They put me on the bed and started to work. That was an hour past my visit to the MD. I shouted at them all when they tried to assist me in changing positions, since it hurt a lot and everywhere.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" I kept telling them.
Shane and Ma was laughing at me as I told them off. I even kept interrogating them at every procedure they wanted to do to me. Some clearly had no idea of what they were doing, which made me all the more angry. Later when I was asked for my urine sample I was surprised.
I could not produce any.
I was given an ultrasound, which went bad since they could no longer see how it was in there...wala kasing laman ung bladder. At 'gassy' daw according to one of the docs in there.
I was shivering too. I didn't even care when someone took a blood sample (the needle!). That was how gone I was.
I was febrile (had fever). But no one gave me anything except seven hours later when they gave me paracetamol- per IVP (injected straight into my vein, people) just shortly before they rolled me into the OR. The careless guy nurse did it so fast it stung my arm badly that had it not been for the pain I would have kicked him down really bad (when he attended to me two days later I reprimanded him as a paying customer should).
Inquisition Inside the OR-
Sabihin na natin na talagang the worst- most difficult- patients are healthcare workers themselves. Which almost includes me, since I'm a nursing student.
Inside the OR (as in with the lights) while the adults were busy doing the prepping (yung scrub, anesthesize, discuss, drape, arrange the team, blah), I turned to them and greeted them casually as a host would. That was when I first saw Dr. Lu, my surgeon. He introduced himself, though already masked since it was the proper thing to do. I even shook hands with him (while on the operating table ha, ganoon). Sabihin mo nang pa-epal, pero with the rights of the patient (and the difficulty of a nursie stud)I joined the briefing, slightly taking the team aback:
Me: Hello. Good evening po.
Assist: Hello, Anniline.
Me: An pong gagawin?
Anesthesiologist: First we're going to do a spinal- epidural anesthesia...just don't move.
Me: Huh? OK. Masakit daw po yan. Anyway, just tell me what to do.
*Instructions given, shot done with minimal pain, thank God for good hands*
Me: Ayan na, nararamdaman ko na po.
*Assist ties my wrists down on the table extentions a la crucifixion.* *Anesthesiologist tests me for sensation by pinching.*
Me: (removes her pinching) OK na po, basta tumatalab na po.
*Felt the wiping of my abdomen*
Me: Ummm...ma'am?
Anesthesiologist: Yes?
Me: May I sleep first before you cut?
Anesthesiologist: Yes, of course.
*They were taking a keen interest on the mapping on my abdomen.*
Me: Can you tell them?
Anesthesiologist: Yes.
*The curtain was being placed.*
Me: Ma'am, may I watch how it's done?
Anesthesiologist: No. You can't watch.
Operation took about 4 and a half hours, mga 8 something nagstart. About 1 am I was awake, trying to move my elephantine legs. And if it wasn't bad enough there was this guy in the PACU (recovery room) who made one wrong move. When I was ready for transfer back to my room, he put a stretcher beside me.
Me: So appendicitis nga siya?
Staff: Oo, sabi sa chart. O, babalik na kita sa room mo. Baka mabigla ka.
Me: Wha-
*Carried me on my neck and waist- my WAIST!!!*
I screamed a short mortal scream loud enough to make two patient's head turn to me. And to think under anesthesia sila...
Later, in my room-
Me: You're mean. I hate you.
Staff: Hindi, nabigla ka lang.
Me: Nabigla- o wag mo kong hahawakan!
*He called two staff nurses to carry me properly down to my bed. Pwede naman kasi di ba?*
OK, that's it. The recovery phase is more of a weird experience if you ask me. But before I close this very long entry I want to say thanks to all those who visited me- you are such blessings talaga. To those who texted, salamat rin. :)
Potluck, taboo, card games and a movie that has GAY written all over it
11-2-03, another gathering day for the high school friends. Although we were late on starting it (12 dapat kaso mga 130 na kami nakarating) it was worth the day pa rin naman.
Una, nag-grocery kami ni J as planned. Sa totoo lang although I was just distracting him with my stories I really felt hiya over the fact that he had to wait for two hours before I showed up. I had to wait for my ma and bros who were also using the car. Ayun. Buti nga nag-dota si J at hindi natanga the whole time I wasn't around yet. At! Buti nagsend siya ng load...para natext ko siya. All the while kasi nakapatay ung cell ko and I was doing a gift art from 8-1030. Didn't realize the time until I was done with my art. Grr. Buti na lang mapagpasensiya si J sa kin. I always think of him as someone with high tolerance. Dunno kung saan pa siya ganun but I certainly appreciate the fact na napapairal niya iyon with me.
Ok, so with an annoying trike driver, nakarating kami sa bldg ni Tif n Therese for the first time. On my count, eight out of the expected ten showed up for the meet- ako, si Jrep, Bechan, Andrew, Pau, Os, and of course Tif n Therese. It's been a while since I've seen them (I last saw Tif n Therese on my 20th bday celeb on April 27 this year; I last saw Andrew...yun ang mas matagal that I can't recall anymore!).
Anyway, before I entered the living room I made sure I cooked my soup- chicken sopas. I dunno if the people liked it, but I was very pleased with the result of my first time actual- I never tried doing this alone kasi. But there, I did it, and it certainly tasted like good chicken sopas to me so yey to that. :)
Mommy's chicken was good. I never got to taste the spaghetti though. The pastry with sugary thing in it...wasn't really my type- goes to show how I'm not so fond of pastries talaga. I didn't try the cake because I was too afraid to take a bite. Salad was wow. Ayun lang naman. Hmmm...
We watched Chuck and Larry while eating. I already watched this movie- it's a gay gay hilarious movie that freaked me out the first time I saw it. Pero fun naman, laugh trip- especially it held value for me since it's the first movie I watched on the big screen with J. Weird for a first time viewing though, hahahahaha.
Later after the movie Tif invited us to play Taboo- parang charades na mas mahirap kasi words lang and there are even words which one can't use...grrr. Nakakafrustrate but I liked it. We grouped- balls up there vs balls down there- aka girls vs boys. Nyahahahahaha.
Historically may running joke nga yun when tif and hershey played that. The word to guess was conversation. As the one who knew it Tif said, "We're having..?" Hershey was quick to reply the three-letter word. Hahahaha. Nice going. (Teka, nasaan na nga pala at kumusta na ang lokang iyon? I haven't heard from him since...yah, forgot na the last time. Hmmm...)
Kahapon there was this silly guessing I had to protest to during the game. The word to guess was sleepwalking. Tif described it as, "Ginagawa ito sa dilim." And I tilted my head in question. She kept insiting that. So I brewed up something in my head and laughed like crazy when she pushed na it was done at night, in the dark. Bakit, we can sleepwalk in the light at any part of the day di ba? Hahahaha. Basta! Grrr...
After a round I went to Bern, who was having a mood swing coming. She was hugging Tif's brown bear when I came in. Nag-usap lang kami, heart-to-heart? Hmm...and she updated me on the ongoings of her life. I am very happy that she and Ahia Andrew are ok. Their relationship is getting better. Tapos ayun, badtrip bigla ba naman ankong kiniliti. Grrr...hahahaha. Masaya naman akong she felt better after our talk. Duh I wouldn't feel so glad kung may nakaseparate na isa when it's supposed to be our party.
Nag-uno cards kami. It was already an old game sa kin, pero when I played it super natatawa na lang ako kasi ako daw ung mean na nagpapanalo ng mga tao. Bakit ba...mali hula ko eh, grr.We didn't even finish a game dahil sa dami ng players. Ang tagal natapos. By the time we had our second winner after Pau, which is Os (na ako nga daw nagpapanalo), quit na kmi and we moved on to the next anticipated card game which I have never played- poker.
I never really tried to learn poker with my bros and my fam since I thought it was hard to learn. Ayun, so basic points to ponder naman ang coach na si Rep. Ayos naman ang first round since I got my first victory, wahahaha. Beginner's luck (or flop)? Hehehe. It was fun. :) Then I won a whole round, with all the chips belonging to me. :P Yey Peachie! :P
Ang bilis talaga ng araw when it's fun. Nagulat ako nung gabi na pala...hahaha. Nagpusoy dos pa ung mga ppl, yoko na sumali nun kasi sa totoo lang nadrain ako, got tired of the laughing. And nahilo dahil nga sa glasses ko, which I do not habitually wear unless it's necessary at the time. Ay, I challenged J to a pushing game...ang lakas pala niya, guess I underestimated his muscle power (or was it glygcolysis? hahahaha). Nah, he's malakas pala. And grrr, I lost coz I'm a girl? Grrr to that reality.
We had dinner after all the gulo. Si Pau nga nagpa-extend pa ng stay, which was rather touching kasi he had to put his thesis on hold pa just so he can come for the gathering. Si J nagstay pa out of decision (and to think I was even taunting at him), just in case I needed company pauwi. Kaso sinundo na ko ni ma, so I apologized to him na lang (na-gulity ako, fine, hahaha). I thanked Tif n Therese for such a welcome in their home, as usual. I'm very happy for them in their new house, mas convenient kasi itong new home nila. :)
On the way home kinumusta ni mama yung gathering, which was a fresh thing to me like her questions and consent to my attending it. I readily gave her a hasty recap of the whole indoor fun. Sabi ba naman niya, 'sana nagpangasinan na kay today.' Hahahaha.
And then we talked about planning a road trip to Pangasinan and Baguio on December. She suggested going to Pangasinan and seeing the beacfh for a whole day and then spending the night sa Baguio para she'll leave us and go to her father's house there para may pupuntahan din siya. Hmmm...if ever nga tuloy ito, I can't wait.:)
I tried asking her kung pdi punta EK, ayaw talaga. Hahahaha. Aww. At inggit talaga ako sa mga nandoon ngayon as I write this. I wanna go there with my friends! Invite niyo ko!!! T.T Hahahaha.
Kagabi pala when I got home I also had a chance to talk with Jrep. Naglaro kami ng NHB (no-holds-barred)...laughtrip q and a. Something tells me I should play this with my other friends, yeah! Kaso it requires a lot of guts. And trust. Hmm.
I was rather frustrated when he asked me what I hated about him. It took me a while to figure out. Ewan. At least I have an answer (it'd be just weird and un-peachie of me kung wala). BTW, I wish I could have heard it when he first referred to me as 'peach' coz he never really calls me that. Hahahaha. Sabi niya it sounds wrong daw, so he's still sticking to my name when he addresses me. Anni, Anniline, Peach, Peachie...same diff, endearments are good however they sound.:)
OK, I have to cook breakfast...lunch...no, brunch pala siya. Hotdogs...burgers...but I seem to have lost my appetite after yesterday. Hmm...but I still have to cook for my ma, who's been telling me to stop blogging since the 12th paragraph...hahahahaha.
Una, nag-grocery kami ni J as planned. Sa totoo lang although I was just distracting him with my stories I really felt hiya over the fact that he had to wait for two hours before I showed up. I had to wait for my ma and bros who were also using the car. Ayun. Buti nga nag-dota si J at hindi natanga the whole time I wasn't around yet. At! Buti nagsend siya ng load...para natext ko siya. All the while kasi nakapatay ung cell ko and I was doing a gift art from 8-1030. Didn't realize the time until I was done with my art. Grr. Buti na lang mapagpasensiya si J sa kin. I always think of him as someone with high tolerance. Dunno kung saan pa siya ganun but I certainly appreciate the fact na napapairal niya iyon with me.
Ok, so with an annoying trike driver, nakarating kami sa bldg ni Tif n Therese for the first time. On my count, eight out of the expected ten showed up for the meet- ako, si Jrep, Bechan, Andrew, Pau, Os, and of course Tif n Therese. It's been a while since I've seen them (I last saw Tif n Therese on my 20th bday celeb on April 27 this year; I last saw Andrew...yun ang mas matagal that I can't recall anymore!).
Anyway, before I entered the living room I made sure I cooked my soup- chicken sopas. I dunno if the people liked it, but I was very pleased with the result of my first time actual- I never tried doing this alone kasi. But there, I did it, and it certainly tasted like good chicken sopas to me so yey to that. :)
Mommy's chicken was good. I never got to taste the spaghetti though. The pastry with sugary thing in it...wasn't really my type- goes to show how I'm not so fond of pastries talaga. I didn't try the cake because I was too afraid to take a bite. Salad was wow. Ayun lang naman. Hmmm...
We watched Chuck and Larry while eating. I already watched this movie- it's a gay gay hilarious movie that freaked me out the first time I saw it. Pero fun naman, laugh trip- especially it held value for me since it's the first movie I watched on the big screen with J. Weird for a first time viewing though, hahahahaha.
Later after the movie Tif invited us to play Taboo- parang charades na mas mahirap kasi words lang and there are even words which one can't use...grrr. Nakakafrustrate but I liked it. We grouped- balls up there vs balls down there- aka girls vs boys. Nyahahahahaha.
Historically may running joke nga yun when tif and hershey played that. The word to guess was conversation. As the one who knew it Tif said, "We're having..?" Hershey was quick to reply the three-letter word. Hahahaha. Nice going. (Teka, nasaan na nga pala at kumusta na ang lokang iyon? I haven't heard from him since...yah, forgot na the last time. Hmmm...)
Kahapon there was this silly guessing I had to protest to during the game. The word to guess was sleepwalking. Tif described it as, "Ginagawa ito sa dilim." And I tilted my head in question. She kept insiting that. So I brewed up something in my head and laughed like crazy when she pushed na it was done at night, in the dark. Bakit, we can sleepwalk in the light at any part of the day di ba? Hahahaha. Basta! Grrr...
After a round I went to Bern, who was having a mood swing coming. She was hugging Tif's brown bear when I came in. Nag-usap lang kami, heart-to-heart? Hmm...and she updated me on the ongoings of her life. I am very happy that she and Ahia Andrew are ok. Their relationship is getting better. Tapos ayun, badtrip bigla ba naman ankong kiniliti. Grrr...hahahaha. Masaya naman akong she felt better after our talk. Duh I wouldn't feel so glad kung may nakaseparate na isa when it's supposed to be our party.
Nag-uno cards kami. It was already an old game sa kin, pero when I played it super natatawa na lang ako kasi ako daw ung mean na nagpapanalo ng mga tao. Bakit ba...mali hula ko eh, grr.We didn't even finish a game dahil sa dami ng players. Ang tagal natapos. By the time we had our second winner after Pau, which is Os (na ako nga daw nagpapanalo), quit na kmi and we moved on to the next anticipated card game which I have never played- poker.
I never really tried to learn poker with my bros and my fam since I thought it was hard to learn. Ayun, so basic points to ponder naman ang coach na si Rep. Ayos naman ang first round since I got my first victory, wahahaha. Beginner's luck (or flop)? Hehehe. It was fun. :) Then I won a whole round, with all the chips belonging to me. :P Yey Peachie! :P
Ang bilis talaga ng araw when it's fun. Nagulat ako nung gabi na pala...hahaha. Nagpusoy dos pa ung mga ppl, yoko na sumali nun kasi sa totoo lang nadrain ako, got tired of the laughing. And nahilo dahil nga sa glasses ko, which I do not habitually wear unless it's necessary at the time. Ay, I challenged J to a pushing game...ang lakas pala niya, guess I underestimated his muscle power (or was it glygcolysis? hahahaha). Nah, he's malakas pala. And grrr, I lost coz I'm a girl? Grrr to that reality.
We had dinner after all the gulo. Si Pau nga nagpa-extend pa ng stay, which was rather touching kasi he had to put his thesis on hold pa just so he can come for the gathering. Si J nagstay pa out of decision (and to think I was even taunting at him), just in case I needed company pauwi. Kaso sinundo na ko ni ma, so I apologized to him na lang (na-gulity ako, fine, hahaha). I thanked Tif n Therese for such a welcome in their home, as usual. I'm very happy for them in their new house, mas convenient kasi itong new home nila. :)
On the way home kinumusta ni mama yung gathering, which was a fresh thing to me like her questions and consent to my attending it. I readily gave her a hasty recap of the whole indoor fun. Sabi ba naman niya, 'sana nagpangasinan na kay today.' Hahahaha.
And then we talked about planning a road trip to Pangasinan and Baguio on December. She suggested going to Pangasinan and seeing the beacfh for a whole day and then spending the night sa Baguio para she'll leave us and go to her father's house there para may pupuntahan din siya. Hmmm...if ever nga tuloy ito, I can't wait.:)
I tried asking her kung pdi punta EK, ayaw talaga. Hahahaha. Aww. At inggit talaga ako sa mga nandoon ngayon as I write this. I wanna go there with my friends! Invite niyo ko!!! T.T Hahahaha.
Kagabi pala when I got home I also had a chance to talk with Jrep. Naglaro kami ng NHB (no-holds-barred)...laughtrip q and a. Something tells me I should play this with my other friends, yeah! Kaso it requires a lot of guts. And trust. Hmm.
I was rather frustrated when he asked me what I hated about him. It took me a while to figure out. Ewan. At least I have an answer (it'd be just weird and un-peachie of me kung wala). BTW, I wish I could have heard it when he first referred to me as 'peach' coz he never really calls me that. Hahahaha. Sabi niya it sounds wrong daw, so he's still sticking to my name when he addresses me. Anni, Anniline, Peach, Peachie...same diff, endearments are good however they sound.:)
OK, I have to cook breakfast...lunch...no, brunch pala siya. Hotdogs...burgers...but I seem to have lost my appetite after yesterday. Hmm...but I still have to cook for my ma, who's been telling me to stop blogging since the 12th paragraph...hahahahaha.
third year jitters
Glad that I finished my required physical exam just this tuesday with a 'physically fit' remark on my health record. I was rather jittery about the chest x-ray but it came out clear, anterior and posterior view. Yey.
I haven't enrolled though. Somehow my registration form won't print when my bro, in his brotherly love for me, attempted to enroll me without my knowledge. The person at the counter said I 'need advising.' Either it was a technical glitch or someone decided to stop me from getting into the next hurdle. I texted my kind adviser and asked if there was anything said about me during the last deliberation. She answered negative. I looked at the list of students who need to see the dean. My name was not there.
So now I have to wait for the 5th before I can check and get my answers as to why I can't enroll. I got the cash. I got my grades. What's wrong with me?
Somehow I felt inadequate when I got the news. But with the encouragement of my mentor and friend, Ma'am Ditas, I deflected it.
Funny I should be rattled by this. I think I should just learn to be patient and to have faith in God however things look. I had to sing out, "Trust, trust in the Lord, lean not on your own understanding...in all, all of your ways, acknowledge him...he'll make your paths straight..." just to put me back on my right thinking.
Giving more credit to my mother:
I feel that I have always lived in fear of my mother. Well we should respect our parents but I sure have a great fear of her, kahit na dumating na yung time na nagiging friends na kami. Recently I was given a clearer view of my mother's ways of showing her love and concern for me, which I somehow missed through the years. Maybe I just wasn't paying attention. It's a tough love between us, but I saw how much she'd give just to make sure I'm fine.
Ayun.
Quotes
Healthy people are invalids who don't know it. ~Jules Romains, Dr. Knock, 1923
I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains. ~Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
Mens sana in corpore sano. (Your prayer must be for a sound mind in a sound body. ~Juvenal
Name me no names for my disease,
With uninforming breath;
I tell you I am none of these,
But homesick unto death.
~Witter Bynner, "The Patient to the Doctors"
My soul is full of whispered song;
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are all alive with light.~Alice Cary, Dying Hymn
Even hundredfold grief is divisible by love. ~Jareb Teague
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
To die and part is a less evil; but to part and live, there, there is the torment. ~George Lansdowne
She went her unremembering way,She went and left in meThe pang of all the partings gone,And partings yet to be.~Francis Thompson
As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death. ~Anna Brownell Jameson
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven. ~Tryon Edwards
Nursing is an art: and if it is to be made an art, it requires an exclusive devotion as hard a preparation, as any painter's or sculptor's work; for what is the having to do with dead canvas or dead marble, compared with having to do with the living body, the temple of God's spirit? It is one of the Fine Arts: I had almost said, the finest of Fine Arts. ~Florence Nightingale
I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains. ~Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
Mens sana in corpore sano. (Your prayer must be for a sound mind in a sound body. ~Juvenal
Name me no names for my disease,
With uninforming breath;
I tell you I am none of these,
But homesick unto death.
~Witter Bynner, "The Patient to the Doctors"
My soul is full of whispered song;
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are all alive with light.~Alice Cary, Dying Hymn
Even hundredfold grief is divisible by love. ~Jareb Teague
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
To die and part is a less evil; but to part and live, there, there is the torment. ~George Lansdowne
She went her unremembering way,She went and left in meThe pang of all the partings gone,And partings yet to be.~Francis Thompson
As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death. ~Anna Brownell Jameson
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven. ~Tryon Edwards
Nursing is an art: and if it is to be made an art, it requires an exclusive devotion as hard a preparation, as any painter's or sculptor's work; for what is the having to do with dead canvas or dead marble, compared with having to do with the living body, the temple of God's spirit? It is one of the Fine Arts: I had almost said, the finest of Fine Arts. ~Florence Nightingale
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