Let’s Shift

10 06 2010

Belated Happy Birthday Panget (a.k.a.  my brother)!  Would you believe 22 years ago from yesterday, you scared the beejesus out of us? Thought you were going to kick the bucket before we even meet each other.

I hope you liked my gift and the dish I prepared for you.

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And oh yes, I am wholeheartedly sorry for bogging your mood on my last entry. Sure no one wants a downer of an article on a very good Monday. I just felt so strongly that writing my sentiments down was the only way to stop myself from snowballing, plus this is my journal first and foremost so I think it’s more than acceptable.

To make it up for anyone whom I think I unnerved and for you to know where my current mood is at, (or where I am trying to get to) I searched high and low for something funny on the net. I don’t spend much time watching YouTube video’s  (If I feel like watching I go for Discovery’s Dirty Jobs or Deadliest Catch) so this one I really included some hard work.

Give it a go.

Okay maybe you’ve already seen this but hey, I tried. Isn’t Micheal V a genius? I’m a huge fan. I’m enjoying his donuts commercial, it’s such a hoot.

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I finally got that procedure I’ve been dreading to undergo. I would need to keep my left leg bandaged for one more day and I’m setting myself to a lifetime of compression so the thingy won’t come back.

To the right is (obviously) my lower extremity and to the left is the leftover meds that cost an arm and a leg, and all I was going to use was a few drops – Now what am I supposed to do with this?

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I’m getting used to this vacation and just-waiting-for-money-to-arrive gig … I need to shift my frame of mind soon.

Oh well.

Currently Listening to Keane, Everybody Changes via Monster’s Riot





Stopping To Check

23 12 2008

I was at the hospital yesterday and I got a good news from my doctor – my blood is very much healthy. The follow up visit took only about five minutes and I was good to go.

After reading several papers I got from the laboratory, my endocrinologist looked up to me and smiled. She advised me that if I wanted to take care of my health I just steer clear of fatty foods, find time to exercise and take things easy. I was initially scared that I might be predisposed to diabetes or hypertension but she gave me a clean bill. There is one small flag raised though. My HDL/ LDL are a tad bit of course, just a tad. Nothing a one or two week cleansing cannot fix.

I’m going to get myself a nutritionist early next year so I can sort things out. Perhaps you all know that I don’t eat pork or beef, I just need to find a healthier alternative for chicken – apart from tofu. I’ll start cutting my chicken intake starting to three times a week on the first month, to two on the next, to one until I can completely drop it. This should set my HDL/ LDL to a steady okay. I’m no health buff, don’t get me wrong. I just want to live happier without the constraints of lingering conditions.

I have a friend who’s under maintenance shots every day. I can’t do that, I’m not as brave as she is. I’d probably just let it snowball to get it over with.

Currently Listening To:

Let It Rock By Kevin Rudolph through Yahoo Music





The Shindig, The Needle and Twilight Polls

17 12 2008

Company XMas PartyVery little is known of last weeks party, maybe because everyone was just so tired to even mention it. After we transitioned from day to night to day again without breaking it to sleep, it just got difficult to take notes.
I have fleeting memories of the party; thankful that I have my friends camera along to document the event.

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I paid a visit to the hospital yesterday and the day before to get some blood tests. At first, I hadn’t the slightest idea what it would entail but I decided to be brave for the sake of health. I first took  ECG tests and wondered why the hell I’m taking the second one – who’da thunk that blood tests will include x-rays. It was a short stint so I went to the mall soon after. I had a big meal for lunch (Cinnamon Toasts and Putannesca at Pancake House), tried a new Tuna Pasta dish for dinner(Liquour de France) and drank lots of water in preperation for the fasting before they draw my blood.

The day after, I suffered in the hands of an intern who looks like she’s hasn’t been practicing her poking skills. In her first attempt, she lost my vein and tried to shimmy the needle back into position – the thing was already under my skin and I felt her move it around while trying to catch it. When she finally found what she was looking for, the vein resolved to buckle and stopped flowing blood. So she had to put another needle in my left arm and I just had to exclaim my review on how well she did her job. I deduced it to a very astute, “Youch!”. It’s these type of intern that give needles a bad name. She eventually apologized, I think she knew that she was lousy at it.

I’ve been a very good girl following everthing the doctor advised me, so when all tests was done, I jumped to the nearest restaurant and ordered a tall glass of iced tea, cheese pizza and a full plate of ceasar salad, minus the bacon of course  (Sbarro). When I had my fill, I trudged the mall for a little shopping and went home with a movie to review, a new book to read and the new Dark Knight DVD. As the day progressed, the part where the needles touched slowly hued to purple on both arms. I chose not to bitch about it, instead I’ll wear it like a badge of honor at work.

I still have to go back though. The doctors will look at the results and provide their interpretation. I’ll have to sit through the discussion on how we can prevent any dangers in the future (diabetes and cholesterol). In times like these, it’s best to be on the offense.

The check up was suggested by a friend when she found out that she was already a borderline diabetic. We have the same built and my educated guess would be, it’s not impossible for me. Although my family doesn’t have any history of diabetes, I’ll take it upon myself to cover all grounds before it gets too late. I wasn’t too happy getting pricked and being starved but I will feel better knowing the direction my health is taking.

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Twilight (motion picture) is still running in theatres, and as of the weekend of December 5, it took home $138,402,068. It also landed at the second spot for sweeping a weekend average per theatre of $3,604. With its success, it seems the polls did a good job taking temperatures.

A lot of people went to see the movie, one, because of the hype of the book. Two, because of the hype from those who saw it the first time and swooned for the actor who played Edward. And three, because of the hype of the book, the actor and the curiosity of the literature itself.

As you can see, there are a lot of fans out there that are not fond of the movie and the rest decided to air responses that are neither a yes, no or somewhat. “Others” are mostly summed up with gibberish feedback hoping that someone else played Bella or the director provided a weak treatement.

Twilight Poll Daddy

Currently Listening To:

Stop and Stare By One Republic through Yahoo Music

 





Result Of An Inappropriate Head Banging

29 08 2008

Exactly a month ago, I was lying at a hospital bed wishing I hadn’t jumped in the shower after learning I had fever. I passed out an hour later at a cold drugstore floor and had to be rushed to the ER. There is an irrevocable but unfathomable truth lingering in the midst. I haven’t quite figured it out yet so a visit to the doctor is arranged for next week – can you spell hypochondriac?

 

This is the first time -in a very long time (the first was back in highschool when our car flipped over somewhere in GreenHills after speeding and losing our breaks) I was able to get a glimpse of my head… I mean the real one, under a CT scan (the first was just an X-Ray) . It felt weird staring at it. It sort of made me recognize how human I am. How vulnerable I have been and how identical I am to the rest of the human race. I don’t have illusions of grandeur and I do not consider myself foreign to what is earth bound. However, my years of hardly being in the hospital and the rare visit of sickness made me believe that I am invincible- to some extent.

 

I can never be more wrong.

 

I was given a copy of my scans (the one you see above) through a CD and I found ample time to stare at it at home. I don’t know how to read it but my gawking was prompted by my realization how asanine I was to think that I can pretend that I’m not sick. I’m never doing that again.

 

I still have this weird lump at the back of my head that feels tender. I never knew contusions can last this long.





Ending July With A Big Bad “Blag!”

31 07 2008

I woke up seconds later with a contusion at the back of my head. The size of it alarmed me but what raised my fear the most is that I am lying down on a cold drugstore floor surrounded by strangers.

Never in a hundred years did I realize how vulnerable I can be. I’ve always been tough even when sick, but this time, frailty has succumbed me. I’ve been feeling sick since last week and I kept shrugging it off fully certain that I’ll get by – until July 29.

I woke up feeling woozy and clammy so I jumped fast to the shower so I can wash the feeling off,  “Nothing’s wrong until you acknowledge it”, I told myself. It has always worked. After that I dashed to get dressed and picked the most comfortable top and pants. I checked if I still have a stash of meds for my colds and found that I had none left, so I left home early to drop by the nearest drugstore. Upon entering, the throng of people by the counter signalled me that I will have to wait before I can be serviced. It was then that I started feeling weird.

My hearing started to go out, then my vision started to tunnel. However, the tough chick in me held that this is just the ‘sick in me’ and I can think it all away. But when my hearing completely seized and my sight turned grey that’s when the realist in me kicked in, “Houston, we have a problem.” I held on to the counter and told myself to shake it off by closing my eyes, staying calm and by breathing normal intervals to stop the rush of panicky blood. But that held nothing to my weak body and I soon collapsed on the cold marble floor. And on my way down, I managed to hit my head at a shelf’s corner.

I was rushed to the ER soon after. I was taken to a wheelchair then later on a stretcher – I kept telling them I can still walk but no one seems to listen. I was asked to tell the story many times over, told to follow one of the nurses finger (by this time, I felt stupid for passing out I wanted to kick myself), hooked to wires and clamps for ECG, poked by a needle and I was drawn two test tubes of blood. Later on I was sent to get a CT scan of my upper body – mainly for my head. That was scary. I was told to keep still and lie down on the soft part of my head – which by that time is about the size of an average apple sliced in half and it hurt so bad. The machine made this eerie sound every second it took a snap of my insides. I wanted to cry, and being wheeled around a gurney did not help me calm down. The doctor said she might have to keep me for the night for observation so she can be sure. This was when I had to put a foot down, and asked for the paper I have to sign refusing doctor’s advice. She gave me a stern look.

I felt clammy and my head hurt the entire time but old habits die hard, I kept a straight face and played it cool. I even posed with a smile while my friend took my picture. I told my mom not to go see me because everything was okay and I’ll be home soon. Almost immeidately, my boss called and asked if I was to be admitted, perhaps hinting that he would want to see me. Auto-Pilot for tough girl instantly answered, “No need, I’m fine. I just need to rest.” It’s true, I was in dire need of a break but starting it off this way is just silly.

The ER is not a place for people like me who needs space. I had to share a small curtained room with an old lady who had tubes connected to her and was slowly taking on a colour similar to that of a corpse. Later on, the doctor read me her diagnosis and concluded that my low electrolyte caused me to faint and toppling over from standing straight gave me a contusion on the left side of my head. She gave me a list of things that I have to look after for the next two months and in case it happens again (the fainting spell) I have to go back ASAP because it’s indicative of something bigger. She gave me meds to take for the pain that I never took. Yeah, it hurts but if I can tolerate it, I’ll just roll with the punches. For the next two days, I still felt week and clammy. The soft side of my head also made combing problematic.

Looking back, the drugstore security guard told me that the sound of my head hitting concrete was implausibly loud. He said it was difficult to believe that I didn’t bleed or I survived such impact with nothing but pain killers … he winced remembering the sound.

I kinda knew I’m hard headed.