We have this wishlist of things we should achieve in a certain time. And I am more than happy because we are ahead of our time. =)
I am proud because we learn everytime we make a decision. Sometimes it is easy and there are times that we have to think of it a hundred times before we decide.
When I am still single I would say that I am an impulsive buyer. I wouldn't care much for my future... Now, I can say that my maturity level has taken a higher notch.
As I would always say, "There is a reason why you don't get everything you have asked for. All you have to do is wait so you'll know the reason why. The outcome is always better."
One of my fav past time is surfing the net and reading blogs. I have been a fan of this blog named Blog ni ako. Anney (the writer of the blog) is so creative. She can turn a simple cupcake to a extravangant centerpiece. She inspires me to enhance my cooking skills (meron nga ba talagang skill?) and creative side. =)
So, if you want something entertaining and informative to read... go to this blog
I just knew what could make me clear my mind... drive our car alone and sip a cup of coffee or tea. Who says you can't drink and drive? hahaha.
I just had coffee with a friend and I am so thankful that she is there to lend a ear. I am so stressed lately. And I wanted something new.
I realized that whatsoever profession you have it all boils down to time management. I always ask myself "DO DOCTORS HAVE LIVES?". For the nth time that I have been hospitalized this is the first time that my anesthesiologist visited my room to check on me for the whole duration of my stay. My doctors were hands on their patients. They check me even I am discharge a week ago. They ask permission if I can go have my check-up because they are going on a holiday. I even told my doctor that I thought that Doctors are married to the operating room and their children are the clinic.
My kids pedia would go on her rounds in the morning, have her clinic in a far location then go home to teach her children their assignments. Then again she will leave for her clinic on a different location. Go back and have dinner with her whole family. I was proven wrong again.
So I give my salute to the doctors out there, For the lives they have saved and the life they have lived.
As for me, this will serve as another inspiration to live my life even though I cannot save lives. =)
Absolutely! UHUH! After a week of crawling, and a day of sitting on a wheelchair I stood up on my own and walk. I was shouting "I CAN WALK! IT"S A MIRACLE! I CAN WALK!". My Schatzy was smiling at me as I mimic the ones I watch in the television, the shows where they lose their consciousness and when they opened their eyes they can walk.
My friends are happy because my attitude to the situation is very positive. =) I know! I can't be deppressed. There is more to life than a scar! For me it's a battle scar. A scar that made me stronger. I couldn't accept all the credit for being positive. I have to thank a friend I will hide in the name of Shakespeare. The Saturday afternoon that I was alone in my hospital room he showed up with his big smile and tons of positivity. You can't imagine what happened to him. His father stayed in the hospital for a month but we are thankful that his father is okay now. They got pregnant and lost the child due to ectopic pregnancy. Nevertheless, he is happy. He won't pull you with negative vibes and depressing stories. Another person that I should thank is my friend which in times I forget that she is just my bestfriend because sometimes she acts like she is my sister, mother, cousin rolled into one. She's the one who took care of me when I was in the hospital. She fed me, shampooed my hair, helped me when I need to go to the restroom, laughed with me even if she knows that I am dying inside because my daughter is in the hospital... another hospital far from me.
It wasn't easy to put on a poker face with all that happened last week but I am thankful that it's all over. My focus now is to get back on my feet literally and do what I do best!
That afternoon, I called Schatzy to come because I was not feeling good but that time. I told him if I could take the day off. He told me that I could go but I need to be back after an hour. I opted not to go because I thought it was a waste of time.
Still with a splitting headache and the urge to go home to rest, I tried to work. I was transferring a not so hot cooking oil when the container collapsed… the oil spilled on my right leg. I was burned but did not feel the pain. I asked for a chair so I can sit and rest because I feel tired. Slowly I can feel the pain. The headache and the burning skin was not a good combination. Yes. Accidents do happen and I am glad it happened to me. I thank God that it didn’t happen to my Schatzy nor my lil ones and even my support group.
A birthday prayer...
This picture was taken last April when my Lil Angel celebrated her 2nd birthday.
Her prayer goes like this...
Dear Jesus,
Thank you for everything. Bless our family and friends. ABU! (her way of saying I love you)
I don't want to be sad. I don't want to cry. I wanna feel numb just for a second. I don't want to think but I can't help it. I wanna beg you to be gentle on him. I know I can be strong but sometimes these things can make me break.
Please pray for my adopted father who loved me like his biological daughter.
I don't know what to say. There is a lump on my throat and I can't breath. I need air...
Lord give me the strength to be happy infront of him. Give me a hint of what will make him happy. Be gentle on him. I can't bare to see him like that.
goes my box of tissue. I watched this today and emptied a box of tissue. HUHUHU! Right from the start I cried. Ack! I couldn't breath. Call me over acting but the movie can really move you. My lil hero was comforting me telling me not to cry. He said "Don't worry mommy the crying part is over. Next is the fun part." I tried not to cry because my lil angel was wiping my tears and embracing me. I can feel that they don't want me to cry but I can't help it. I nearly choked. I couldn't talk. Awww. You really should watch it. My Schatzy comforted me. He held my hand while I was crying. I love them so much. Thank God for giving them to me.
There was these rumors after the Ondoy tragedy... An old man was knocking on every door, begging for water from the residents of Provident Village days before the tragedy. Nobody gave him water that day and he got angry and said "Cge! Ayaw nyo akong bigyan ng tubig ah. Ako ang magbibigay sa inyo ng tubig. " Then after a few days came the flood. The story gave me chills when I heard it... until now, nobody saw that old man again.
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