Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day!


Here's to wishing Henry and my dad a Happy Father's Day! I love you guys. Thank you for being a great dad to me and my kids, and for adding meaning to my life.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

The One Word Meme

Thank you Cecile from Life is Good and Beautiful! I really enjoyed this meme.

USING ONLY ONE WORD! It’s not as easy as you might think! Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It’s really hard to use only one-word answers. Be sure to tag the person who sent it to you!

1. Where is your cell phone?
- Upstairs

2. Your hair?
- Long

3. Your mother?
- Loud (lol!)

4. Your father?
- Patient

5. Your favorite food?
- Fries

6. Your dream last night?
- Dunno.

7. Your favorite drink?
- Pepsi

8. Your dream/goal?
- Housewife

9. What room you are in?
- Living Room

10. Your hobby?
- Writing

11. Your fear?
- Insects

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?
- Here

13. Where were you last night?
- Hospital

14. Something that you aren’t?
- Well

15. Muffins?
- Chocolate

16. Wish list item?
- Spin Dryer

17. Where you grew up?
- Caloocan City

18. Last thing you did?
- Shampooed my hair

19. What are you wearing?
- PJs

20. Your TV?
- JVC

21. Your pets?
- None

22. Friends?
- Yes!

23. Your life?
- Happy

24. Your mood?
- Sickly

25. Missing someone?
- Henry

26. Car?
- Van

27. Something you’re not wearing?
- Bra

28. Your favorite store?
- Giordano

29. Your favorite color?
- White

30. When is the last time you laughed?
- Today

31. Last time you cried?
- Dunno

32. Who will resend this?
- Dunno

33. One place that I go to over and over?
- Dentist

34. One person who emails me regularly?
- Friends

35. My favorite place to eat?
- Home

To all my readers and friends in the blogosphere, feel free to grab this tag!

Friday, June 19, 2009

Pneumonia?

I went to the hospital yesterday because I felt I had the flu. No, not A(H1N1) as I haven't been out of the country (I don't even have a valid passport, lol!), I haven't been around people who've been outside the country, and I haven't been to a mall or any place crowded. I just had the regular fever reaching 39 degrees, chills, and cough. So I went to Fatima Medical Center where they listened to my breathing with a stethoscope and I was wheeled from the ER to the Xray room and blood was taken out from me for a CBC. After a few hours, the doctor said I had pneumonia.

Whoa! How in the world did they know I had that? So I did some research and I found out that the symptoms were normally a wheezing sound when I breathe, I did have an ugly sounding cough, but my blood work came back OK.

My parents worked for the Department of Health and have been assigned to various hospitals and my uncles and aunts are nurses. They are in doubt though, as to how and why I had it and how in a matter of hours I was diagnosed with it. The doctor at the hospital asked me if I wanted to be admitted, but since I didn't have that much cash on hand as I thought I was just going for a check up for the flu, so they made me sign a waiver that I refused confinement.

So here I am at home, avoiding my kids as much as possible, and resisting the urge to kiss them as much as I want to. It's hard, but I'd rather lock myself in my room instead of infecting them with whatever it is I have. As soon as I get my films, my dad will take them to the hospital where he works and request for a second opinion. For now, I'm just taking my antibiotics and medicines as advised.

Monday, June 15, 2009

I Cried

I was making Keisha her name plate for school and I just couldn't help but cry. I could have easily printed her name off of the computer and glue it to a piece of cardboard but I didn't. I chose to writer her name on a piece of bond paper over and over again until I got all the letters of her name the same size. The slightest error or smudge also made me start over.

When I finally got her name done, I cut her name and glued it to a piece of green cardboard, covered it with clear plastic like the one used for books, and then punched a hole in it to put her old ID lace. When I looked at what I've done, I cried. I remembered my dad and how he made me a name tag every school year. I imagined how tired he was from work and I'd impatiently bug him to make me a name tag. He'd cover everything with scotch tape to make the cardboard stiff. He could have printed my name off of the computer, but he didn't.

I remember what my mom always says how I'll understand her and dad better when I have kids of my own, and as always she was right. I just realized my dad's efforts when I made Keisha her name plate. Thanks dad, for everything.
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