Spending vacation at home wasn't as bad as it sounded. After all, I usually go out with friends and 'non-friends' to make the most of the vacation. What I felt earlier was like withdrawal. You know, you're so used to drive away at the start of the day, bond with friends and then go home at the start of the day, tomorrow (hehe, only in extreme and very rare cases). Now I'm just at home, sharing a room with my sister (which we have not done in more than 2 years.. after we got our own rooms/dorm/apartment. I cleaned out the PC which was dumped with GB of old data. I also got to think about my New Year's Resolution.
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Spent Christmas Eve with my family and cousins at home. Toby was also allowed to join us inside the house for supper. Had Merlot wine with dad.. but I still like Cabernet-Sauvignon (not because it sounded more nice.. mapakla ang lasa ng Merlot) or Reisling white wine.
On Christmas Day, my niece came to visit. She's an adorable 1 year old who knows how to pray and pose for the camera. My kind of girl!
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The only time I was able to bond with my friends in the office was last Saturday. I thought I was up to it. Nabinat ata ako.. hehehe. Had to take a raincheck for the next HoHoL (hang out hang out lang!).
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Today marks the last day of taking antibiotics and painkillers. Hurrah! I still don't want to let go of the painkillers tho...
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This morning, I was emcee for our Parish activity for kids! It's the Gift-Giving Day Celebration for kids in our community. Since it was held in the Covered Courts in the village, decided to walk instead of bringing a car. Exercise nalang diba! There were over 200 kids who were participating and it was up to me and Bryan to keep them on their toes. Fr. Rodel and Fr. Terence were there. Sayang Fr. Terence couldn't understand a word we said.. Filipino kasi yung buong program for the benefit of the kids.
We had the pabitin and stop/statue dance for the kids. There were prizes and goodies! Then in the end, we gave them a gift, some canned food and 10 kilos of rice per family (if ever, siblings have to share 10K). We also gave out free cotton candy and sorbetes.
All in all, it was fun-filled day for community and fellowship and reaching out to children. I gained a lot of friends, especially from the other ministries in the parish like the Altar Servers and the Lay Ministers.
In the end, my side was starting to ache from all the excitement but I guess it was worth it. It's not hurting so much now.
:)
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Why can't I?
I've been feeling depressed since I got out of the hospital. It's not a big thing, though. I'm still in the festive and yuletide spirit with my family here. But of course, I can't help but wonder about the fun and memories I might have experienced had I not been rushed to the hospital because of stupid Hudson (see blog below).
Sometimes, I can't help but wonder why this had to happen on the day before we were supposed to go to Ilocos... why? why? Why didn't I feel the pain during normal days when it's so boring and there's not much to do but work work work. That would've put my sick leave days to good use instead of staying at home during vacation. So yeah, I was not the happiest person when all my friends enjoyed their vacation in Ilocos while I was writhing in agony at some gurney in Medical City.
People would actually berate me for being too busy with everything. And it has nothing to do with exhaustion or fatigue if you sleep at least 7 hours a night. Of course there's your career, but I'm also very active in Church (can you honestly tell me to quit my Church involvement?). And I like going out on weekends. I'm not a bar person (I actually hate the stench of alcohol, sweat and cigarettes) but I'd rather spend a good day outside.. probably at the mall or at Boni High Street either with a good book or with a friend.
And you can't blame me if I want to go out-of-town with friends. Sagada, La Union, Vigan, Albay... the journey can be as fun as the destination if you're with a group of people you share interests and wavelengths ;) I don't go on trips just to please this group of people.. why should I waste my good money on others?!
As biatchy as this may sound, I'm proud to say that I'm young, single, has money to burn and will not be domesticated (yet, much to my mom's chagrin). I have all the time in the world and the opportunities to go out and paint the town red. The world is mine to explore, after all!
Sometimes, I can't help but wonder why this had to happen on the day before we were supposed to go to Ilocos... why? why? Why didn't I feel the pain during normal days when it's so boring and there's not much to do but work work work. That would've put my sick leave days to good use instead of staying at home during vacation. So yeah, I was not the happiest person when all my friends enjoyed their vacation in Ilocos while I was writhing in agony at some gurney in Medical City.
People would actually berate me for being too busy with everything. And it has nothing to do with exhaustion or fatigue if you sleep at least 7 hours a night. Of course there's your career, but I'm also very active in Church (can you honestly tell me to quit my Church involvement?). And I like going out on weekends. I'm not a bar person (I actually hate the stench of alcohol, sweat and cigarettes) but I'd rather spend a good day outside.. probably at the mall or at Boni High Street either with a good book or with a friend.
And you can't blame me if I want to go out-of-town with friends. Sagada, La Union, Vigan, Albay... the journey can be as fun as the destination if you're with a group of people you share interests and wavelengths ;) I don't go on trips just to please this group of people.. why should I waste my good money on others?!
As biatchy as this may sound, I'm proud to say that I'm young, single, has money to burn and will not be domesticated (yet, much to my mom's chagrin). I have all the time in the world and the opportunities to go out and paint the town red. The world is mine to explore, after all!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Farewell, Hudson!
Hudson, my lifelong appendix succumbed to inflammation and near-explosion experience. Instead of going to Ilocos with my HP Officemates, I was quickly rushed to the hospital that fateful Friday morning.
I was prodded and poked like a lab specimen. Even if doctors have this professional approach, I can't help but feel helpless and humiliated at some point. They took all samples of everything I have. The procession of instruments and machines for the first day in the hospital seemed endless. And through it all, I bore it under excruciating pain in my abdomen.
Being the mamaru that I am, I thought it was just ulcer. In the past few days, my meals have been a bit irregular. I gave priority to my work and ate on my workplace. One by one, they eliminated possible causes of the pain.. UTI, Reproductive Causes, Stones, etc..
The next morning, I was sent to Surgery to have my appendix removed. The procedure itself was fairly quick but the recovery was hell. I woke up to nausea and throbbing in my stomach. My lower half was still numb but my upper body was screaming: pain. I begged for painkillers, anything to knock me out or to numb my head. The nurse said he'd injected something but I didn't feel any relief. I threw up on my side, into a bowl. The heaving was painful and it contracted my stomach. I felt my stitches would tear up. I haven't eaten for 2 days now and all I threw up was bile and probably some medicine. It felt nasty and tasted rotten.
I wanted to go up to my room now. I wanted to be with my mom. Finally, 7 hours after my operation, they wheeled me back to the room. I was bedridden for the day. I had to pee in a bedpan which was the most uncomfortable situation ever! I wanted to get up but mom feared I would tear my stitches.
I was in recovery for the next day. I was in IV, painkillers and antibiotics. I was being fed through the IV. I got up for the first time to go to the bathroom and the world spun in a vertigo. I felt I was going to throw up again. The headache was hell and the lights were blinding me. They gave me painkillers again. My dad, brother and sister finally arrived and they distracted me from the pain. Eventually, they had to leave and once again, I was with my mom. I hugged her that night and thanked her for being there for me. I don't think I would have recovered fast had she not been there, taking care of my needs and for being my emotional cheerleader.
I was discharged on Dec. 22, just in time for my sister's birthday. They changed the bandage into a waterproof one so I can take a bath (thank God!). And they sent me home together with my painkillers and antibiotics. Mom and Dad were there, taking care of everything. When I got home, I fell asleep and woke up to do a number 2.
We had dinner at Portico in Serendra. I only had soup and a bit of meat since I was still getting used to a soft diet. I walked like an 80-year old woman but my family was patient with me. We went to Fully Booked and dad bought me Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet. I read the book once but I was too young to appreciate it. I just read the sequel, World Without End and it was one of the best books I've ever read.
The night was getting late and the throbbing was starting to hurt again. My brother and I went ahead of them and got home earlier while Mom, Dad and Anne went strolling in Boni High Street. It was a fairly nice day out with my family.
I was prodded and poked like a lab specimen. Even if doctors have this professional approach, I can't help but feel helpless and humiliated at some point. They took all samples of everything I have. The procession of instruments and machines for the first day in the hospital seemed endless. And through it all, I bore it under excruciating pain in my abdomen.
Being the mamaru that I am, I thought it was just ulcer. In the past few days, my meals have been a bit irregular. I gave priority to my work and ate on my workplace. One by one, they eliminated possible causes of the pain.. UTI, Reproductive Causes, Stones, etc..
The next morning, I was sent to Surgery to have my appendix removed. The procedure itself was fairly quick but the recovery was hell. I woke up to nausea and throbbing in my stomach. My lower half was still numb but my upper body was screaming: pain. I begged for painkillers, anything to knock me out or to numb my head. The nurse said he'd injected something but I didn't feel any relief. I threw up on my side, into a bowl. The heaving was painful and it contracted my stomach. I felt my stitches would tear up. I haven't eaten for 2 days now and all I threw up was bile and probably some medicine. It felt nasty and tasted rotten.
I wanted to go up to my room now. I wanted to be with my mom. Finally, 7 hours after my operation, they wheeled me back to the room. I was bedridden for the day. I had to pee in a bedpan which was the most uncomfortable situation ever! I wanted to get up but mom feared I would tear my stitches.
I was in recovery for the next day. I was in IV, painkillers and antibiotics. I was being fed through the IV. I got up for the first time to go to the bathroom and the world spun in a vertigo. I felt I was going to throw up again. The headache was hell and the lights were blinding me. They gave me painkillers again. My dad, brother and sister finally arrived and they distracted me from the pain. Eventually, they had to leave and once again, I was with my mom. I hugged her that night and thanked her for being there for me. I don't think I would have recovered fast had she not been there, taking care of my needs and for being my emotional cheerleader.
I was discharged on Dec. 22, just in time for my sister's birthday. They changed the bandage into a waterproof one so I can take a bath (thank God!). And they sent me home together with my painkillers and antibiotics. Mom and Dad were there, taking care of everything. When I got home, I fell asleep and woke up to do a number 2.
We had dinner at Portico in Serendra. I only had soup and a bit of meat since I was still getting used to a soft diet. I walked like an 80-year old woman but my family was patient with me. We went to Fully Booked and dad bought me Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet. I read the book once but I was too young to appreciate it. I just read the sequel, World Without End and it was one of the best books I've ever read.
The night was getting late and the throbbing was starting to hurt again. My brother and I went ahead of them and got home earlier while Mom, Dad and Anne went strolling in Boni High Street. It was a fairly nice day out with my family.
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