2014

OK. So my boyfriend wants me to post something about US. Haha! Not US, as in like the United States, but about our relationship.

We're nearly 3 months together. We've had misunderstandings and all those fuss, yet we are still together. Being with him, I've realized that I am not romantic. I used to get bothered by the fact that he's too clingy for me. When I told my Mom about this, she told me that it's way better having a clingy-sweet than have an insensitive-i-don't-care-about-you guy. I've got to say, Mom knows best. Hahaha! :) Sometimes I get this feeling that he's way too good for me and that I don't deserve to be with him. Lately I've been really clumsy that I accidentally hit his forehead or his nose blah blah blah a couple of times. When I'm having a bad day, I lash out my negative feelings and be "maldita" to him. :(

I can't imagine we're still together now. I mean, he could have let me go then but he just won't. Hahaha! A stubborn boyfriend. And I love his stubbornness. I love him.

He told me last night about our physical differences. He joked about us being like "Beauty and the Beast". *sigh* I wish I've done well, like told him and assured him enough at that very moment. And in case he forgot, B, I love you for who you are. And what you are. I love you and that's what matters.

Ex-Mamugz

My final sem had a twist. I was transferred to another group --the Bugstato. After the new groupings was posted, we tried to make some requests in which was later on denied.

If you'll ask me at this very moment, I'd say I'm happy with how things had turned out to be. The other "transferees" don't feel the same (I'm betting on it) because of personal reasons. And for this, I wonder why I differ from how they feel.

*I feel kinda tired at the moment. Hehe. Guess I'll have to cut this here for now... I'll make an update soon. Oh, I'm planning to blog on two things. One's a list. And the other is a "how-to" post. :D Ja ne!*

Crocodile Park, Finally!

I had fun yesterday though I didn't want to go near animals even if they're caged. All animals. Hahaha! Birds, ostrich, monkeys, phyton, lizards, squirrel, and whatelse is there.. Have I mentioned the crocodiles (especially Pangil)? Sheesh. Pangil's so big. I told M that he'll be accommodated inside that crocodile's stomach. :D Really. :)

Maybe he thinks I'm bluffing. And that I didn't enjoy our date.... which is not true. I enjoyed it, really. I'm not an animal lover.... I don't want to touch that phtyon's body... Nor place a baby croc (with mouth taped) in my shoulders... I shielded his body against a running baby ostrich towards our direction... I refused to go any nearer those cages containing reptiles (even birds, and OK, I admit..... all animals.. there)... So what if I didn't? I enjoyed Crocodile Park in my OWN way. Hahaha! :D Like taking a look at animals from a "safe" distance (I know they're caged. But they mustn't be overwhelmed. Hehehe. What did I say?)... Taking some pictures of myself and some other cute animals I've seen (like the squirrels, the tiger, and the playful orangutan). Asking M to take pictures of me.. Taking our pictures... Strolling with him.... And sipping some cool shake beside the river while winding down.

I felt like a child. Hahahahaha! *C'mon! Lemme finish..* I felt like a child, not that almost everyone there were kids but because I can't remember the last time I went to a zoo. OK, it wasn't a zoo. But seeing those various animals makes you think and feel that it was. I felt like a child 'cause I felt the excitement in going there, in strolling, like I was when I was younger.

Next time, I want us to play badminton. :) Or go to NCCC Mall and ride those electronic-and-furry-animals-that-needs-token... I don't think he wants to ride those. Oh well, if he really won't, I'll let him take pictures of me. Great idea, isn't it? LOL ♥

Crushed

Blurry water was made clear..

Folds ironed..

Path brightened..

Dusts blown.

Salty water drops soaked pillows

And drained the heart.

Dress in black.

Wear the cloak.

Hide the bruises.

Put on a red lipstick.

Faces are buried in hands.

Bury my head in the sand.

Bust my ass.

Drench me with vodka.

Truth gobsmacked me.

Pieces are told.

Dress in blue.

Sink in the pool of sadness.

Wish on a star.

Hope it'll come true.

Dropped pennies in a well.

Crossed my fingers til it swelled.

Wrote on wishing papers and

burned into a cinder.

Prayed.

Don't know what else to do.

Suture, please.

Down to 1

Finally, this is the moment I have been waiting for...

I'm down to one --my last sem in school. Elated, I am. I wanna take pictures and create more meaningful friendships with my classmates. FINALLY. After 5 years, I'm about to take my last semester. I'll be graduating soon. (If God permits.♥)

 Palakpakan! :) Hehehe.

For some reasons, I don't want to graduate yet.

1) Allowance not guaranteed.

2) No money = Find Money.

And if you don't find money, there are times you want Earth to open wide and swallow you whole to escape humiliation --of being one of the tambays (a liability, in English.. Haha).

3) No money = Stay at Home.

Or if you're in dire need of getting some "downtown feel", don't expect to receive money from parents.

4) No allowance = No Savings.

Worst is, you'll have "no more savings".

5) Regular Jeepney Fare.

I don't like this one. Hahahaha!

6) Sure work is not guaranteed.

I'm thinking of a business as early as now. Hehe

Oh well, I'll take this one at a time. Live today and not worrying much for tomorrow. I might not enjoy the journey much if I become preoccupied with senseless things, right? Right! :)

I ♥ My Berx

Torn between going and not going, I decided to go afterall. My Dad gave me my money back, so I have enough bucks to enjoy my day.

Ahfat III was our first stop. We were soooo full. Btw, seven out of eleven were present. RA dropped by though I wasn't able to catch her. S was I-don't-know-where-she-is. A had her review. RT, I-don't -know-too. Anyways, we had 5 different noodle soups, 8pcs siopao (I'm not sure if it's really 8) *I love their Black Mongo Pao*, 2 different dimsums (shrimp ball? and I forgot what's the name of the other one... x2 or x3 each dimsum), siomai, tausi spareribs?, 1 shrimp rice roll?. *Haay. I actually didn't mind the name of the dish much. Everything's delicious.*

The bill was shouldered mostly by P. We should be paying 150+ bucks each................ (A million thanks to his generosity.) The outstanding memory for this day was that N finished all 5 noodle soups. Sulit talaga! Simot. Palakpakan!

P needed to stay in their restaurant so we tried to drop by our batchmate's thanksgiving party at Torres St. 30mins earlier than the party. Unfortunately, no one was still there. We just called her to say our greetings and went to N's house at Maa, where we ate ice cream and talked and talked and talked.

N went for a night swim (which hasn't pushed thru), and the rest of us were at Basti's Brew. I love their coffee and their pasta. The ambiance was chillax. The crew's halloween headband was cute. :) Did I mention that I love their coffee?

We continued talking and talking and talking. I just love them. *Thanks so much for your concern and for your love. I thank God I have friends like you.*  (And I hope they'll get to read this.)

RU was with me til my family arrived downtown to have an ice cream (and to fetch me....) though his eyes are heavy. He's a gent. And I love him. He knows that.

I ♥ My Berx. They're the best. Mwah! Hope we'll get a perfect attendance next time. Til then! :)

*I'll upload some pictures tomorrow in a different post.. Some kind of a P.S..... I'm already sleepy.*

Deal.. Or Deal.. (No "No Deal")

The Deal was made. M mandated that I have to be in school 30 minutes before the said call-time for the whole of 2nd sem. I hate it. (I'm just being honest here.. Hehehehe) At first, it was just 15 minutes. However I failed in my make-or-break day, that's why.

The catch: If I arrive right on the dot and onwards (meaning, I'm late), M will send an SMS to my Mom saying that I was late and that I didn't catch the quiz (if I really didn't). If I'm in past my due time (which is 30mins before the call-time), I'll have a vegetarian diet. Neither way, veggies are included. The only way to break free from these is to arrive before or on my due time.

Frankly, Mom approved of it. She liked it. Oh, scratch. She LOVED it. :(

In exchange, I want his grades to hit 85 and above. I see he's been concerned with his academic performance though I barely see efforts in his part. (Sorry to say that M..) Now that it's a deal, I assume he'll work it out. Afterall, like what I've always been saying to him, he'll be the first to benefit from this. It's not for me. It's for his sake. Am I right or am I über right?

I still can't make up my mind as to what his punishment will be.. Any suggestions?

Being early is for my sake as well. (I can hear him say this over and over again.) Sigh. I think I'll have a vegeterian diet for next sem. Drat. Let's get it on! *rolling my eyeballs*

Express Mail 3

To: My Imagination
Kindly shut your neurons from all neurotransmitters. I repeat, shut your neurons from ALL neurotransmitters. I don't like how you work for quite some time. And now you've gotten more unlikeable. I can't believe you made it possible in your own realm. But in case what you've fabricated now will come to reality (like it would ever ever be possible), I would totally freak out. I warn you, it's an understatement. Haha! So better quit it OK? Ain't healthy.

To: My Jaw
I'm so glad you haven't been clicking for a while now. Not opening my mouth wide surely helps. I'm sure you hate it everytime I stress you. I'll do my best not to work you too much though I miss yawning with my mouth open wide. :D

To: My Abdomen
Every time I see you, my life turns upside down. So as my confidence. I see that you're getting bigger. Drat. I super super super hate you. I'm thinking of having a Bariatric surgery.

To: My Nails
I soo want to paint you. But in a couple of days, I'll be doing a mandatory completion and that means I must have you unpainted again. Sigh. After completion, maybe.....

Express Mail 2

To: Someone I'm fed up with
How do I silence thee? Ah! By deleting thee in my list of friends in my FB account. There's serenity! :)

To: Thunder
You always make me startle.. Why not make a warning or a signal before you'll come along.. Ayt? (But I like you better than your sidekick Lightning. No jam.)

To: Neighbor (I secretly call you "O.P." --as in overpricing)
Since when have I become Mav? Though me and my sister look alike, I would appreciate it much if you can distinguish us from one another. Afterall, we're not twins. My name's Ky. Not Mav.

My Dad's Birthday!

At Yellow Cab Damosa Gateway :) YUM!!!

♥I love my Daddy. We love him.♥

We celebrated his 53rd birthday with a "night-out" yesterday. I can hardly recall the last time I got really really full. Last night, "GLUTTONY" was posted on my forehead. My tummy has expanded to the limit and because of that I need to commode at 4:30am this morning and again before going to school. Even though I'm supposedly on diet, the dishes were no-way to be rejected. *Thank you Lord for the blessings.*

On the very same day last year, I remember we also had a pizza from Yellow Cab. However we celebrated Dad's birthday in the hospital. It's been a year since I had my operation, my TAHBSO operation. Kidding! :D (It's just a mass excision, OK? Nothing cancerous whatever.) I was more of groggy and I almost rested for the rest of the day 'cause I'm post-op.

My dad's birthday this time around was far more special than last year of course. At 9pm, a live jamming session was up at Damosa. It made the ambiance cozy and chill. *I sooo love jazz music.* To end our night, we drove thru McDonald's and got Sundaes. (Obviously, mine's Caramel ♥)

Ah.... A memorable night. Of course it would be less memorable if not for the fact that the birthday celebrant is my ever-loving, hardworking, supportive, groovy, and the-one-who-spoils-us-always Daddy.

Happy Birthday Dad!

XOXO :)

Rotation Ender...

The 911 exposure was fun though I became sicker the following day..... though I have muscle pains when I walk and get up and down the stairs (like I'm some kind of an oldie)..... though I'm yet to laundry my "blooded" shirt (Sir Ace poured a whole lot of ketchup on me)..... though M calls me "Pare" by the way my voice sounds..

However if I can sum up those 3 days, I can point out ONE memory that I can super duper associate with the 911 thing. It's the post-911 fun. :D Ambush and On-the-Spot Videoke Session with the Mamugz. Aiza, Kem, Jen, and Janely wasn't there. Majority parin. Hahahah!

Ambush kasi me and M were supposed to go home already but when Meg saw us along the street, right then and there GO! We forced Masi to go with us. Haha! But then he didn't sing more than a chorus of the song "Fixing a Broken Heart". Shy, eh?

We were hyped for 2 hours. New revelations? I didn't know til then that Thea has a good voice. Also, Louie was great! I wish it won't be the last. Trust me, you'll never see him like that anywhere else. Unexpected choice of music. Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!

Til next concert time! :D

Sigh

I just hate myself right now. Hahay... What more can I do?

How I Wish!

It is not my intention to point my fingers to anybody. This post was written just because I can't help but feel frustrated and ashamed of what happened this noon.

 Bato-bato sa langit, ang matamaan 'wag magalit. Ang magalit at mag-react, guilty! *Hahaha*

Kaganina sa Funda Lab, naa pud si Ma'am C (--instructor namu sa amung subject). Chika chika..... Sabi niya sa akin saka kay M na mag-aral dahil Finals na. Kasi daw, ang dinidiin sa office, Section namin and Section X yung sangkot sa leakage.

I love the section where I belong. Really. I guess it's not makatarungan to blame the "leakage" on us and on the other section solely. Sabi nga ni Ma'am C, she didn't think it was a "leakage" afterall dahil it's available naman on the internet and it's not that someone sneaked into the office to get hold of those. It was evident that she had faith in the sections aforementioned.

How I wish everyone heard Ma'am C this noon. How I wish everyone got to hear Ma'am C's conviction that we have nothing to do with it. How I wish (unta jud) madunggan pud nila ang sense of pride niya sa atong section and kung unsa ta niya gi-defend sa office..... how she sounds so sure..... so vindicated... How I wish. 

I didn't say a word after she told all those. I just can't bring my mouth to utter something sensible without feeling ashamed of what I had witnessed in the four corners of the classroom. I didn't even bother to say "thank you" (to her for defending our section blah blah blah). I simply can't. And I don't think I wanted to say it at that moment. It just didn't feel right. It will never feel right. Num sayin'?

I smiled my most sincere smile and (thank goodness) she walked away before I initiate. 'Cause if she haven't, I surely have.

Not Your Ordinary Solu-cortef

Top to Bottom: (External) Light green cap. (Internal) Rubber stopper, his note, another rubber, the liquid.

This is not your typical Solu-cortef. What's not in the real Solu-cortef that's in here is the red liquid and the rolled piece of paper inside.

Effort. Effort. Effort. =D

Soooo original and unique. Sure thing I've never ever got this package of a note/letter. And I don't think anyone will ever give me this. *Except for M, of course.*

Good thing he taught me how to "open" this right. Else, it'll be a mess and I won't get to read the note 'cause it'll be soaked up with the red liquid and it'll wash away the message written in red pen.

The Name Change

Ho.... I've just made my pen name. Nyahahaha! :X
From Kxxx 013, I am now Sage M. Or Sage Muñoz.

I adore the name Sage. (I actually want to name my child that. That'll be my child's second name. As for the first name, I won't tell you yet. Haha!) :D And that's it. No other reasons.

The last name I'm now using is actually mine. So there.

14/30

Erasers were tossed in the air like whoa! Standing up... Buzzing around... Twisting their torsos to face the back... Voices are loud...

Time to check the papers!

For a 60-40 grading system, I missed the passing mark. I got 14 out of 30. *I hope the quiz won't be recorded anyways. :)*


I was disappointed with my score, yes. I didn't read and analyze the statements carefully. Or maybe I just don't know the answers. Hahaha! M felt sorry for me. But honestly, I think what had happened was just nothing. It was just now-it's-over-so-what. It was a terrible score I know. I might be disappointed with myself right at this very moment......... Yet I know, SOMEONE is delighted. And I am humbled to know He is delighted.

Career... Yeah!

I want to become a doctor but I don't think that as of now, I can be one. Talk about financial matters. But anyways, I love my chosen field. Though I can actually point out some disadvantages on what Nursing has done to me. (That would be my next post in a few days... Keep posted. Haha!)

Moving on, as a Nurse --OK, a future Nurse, that is-- I want to see myself being in the OR. I just love the smell of Cidex and Sterilium though it gives me headache and dry hands. Hahaha! To my surprise, I also want to be an ICU/CCU nurse someday.

Oh btw, mind if I share something? (You don't have a choice anyway. Hmm.... You can stop reading from here though if you don't want to hear me out. Hahahah!) I find my last CCU rotation for this semester a memorable one.

I did my first in tracheostomy suctioning. *applauses* Believe it or not, for how many duty days I've got over with (for almost four semesters), it was my first time to do tracheostomy suctioning in real life last Monday (and not on a dummy or on my classmate --just kidding-- for demonstration purposes.. tee-hee).

Another thing I'll never forget for this rotation was how the watcher of my patient wished me well for the future. She even got my name and told me she'll look it up in the newspaper or in the internet next year to see if I passed the board exams and is already a Registered Nurse. That was flattering? I don't know the right word for it. It just made my day. Thank you Lord.

There's a long way ahead of me and I don't know exactly where I'll be in the future. I rest my dreams in God, knowing He's already planned out and prepared my life ahead of me.. and that in time, His wonderful plans will unfold. Then, I'll be who He wants me to be. Amen.

Peek

Funny 'cause I know myself very well. I don't pretend. (I hate pretentious people by the way.) But I know how to conceal. I may appear to be withdrawn yet I linger. Contradictions. Whatever you call it. I'm out.

Missin' Mamugz

For three duty dates, I was distributed to another group (a different section). It was a Noc shift. Others call it the graveyard shift. From 11pm to 7am we were at the ER. Great. Not much action. Yawn. Whatever.

I hated how I was soooo sleepy at the 1st night. Boredom was all over. I was assigned as a triage nurse. And I don't have much to say because it wasn't that remarkable. LOL! The highlight of the night was that for the entire duty, I was able to finish 4/5 of Sophie Kinsella's paperback book. Just imagine how busy were we.

2nd night I was in the Internal Medicine department. Around 1am, patients arrived. Something to keep us awake and alert. I can't remember what time we were back to relaxed mode but hell. In no time, we were.

3rd night. It's the Surgery department for me. We only had one patient who refused to be confined. The rest of the night and morning was spent on talking with my "this week's groupmates".

I said I missed Mamugz (my original group). Maybe I wouldn't be much bored if I was with them 'cause we're bonded. Maybe our workload would not be mcuh of a "work" because we have this what we call teamwork. Oh well. Good I'm back. Ward duty next week!

Express Mail 1

'Express Mail' is inspired by Shob's Little Letters and Luna Moonfang's Little Junk Mails. I came up with the title because in these scribbled words, I get to shout out my thoughts.

If my mail is loathsome, I'll do my very best to control and make my choice of words be decent enough. So help me God.

*Names are changed to cover their real identity. Generated names may or may not reflect the person involved literally/figuratively.

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To: Red Lips*

*Sigh* I've heard much from you though we're far away. And I can't believe you came out of your shell and exposed your true self. Fine. I don't know if that's your true self. But hey! You've been consistent eh? I just hope that in time you'd know how to rein your tongue: watch your words; and think before you speak (if you do know how to think, that is). Your tongue's digging your own pitfall.

To: Blank*

I know what's up with you. And I wish that what you're doing will work for you for the better and not for sheer torment. Num' sayin'?

To: M

Bleh! :P Hahahahahah! I love you.

Rest Week

This week was so cool. I thought I'd end up paying 50 bucks per half day of absence yet in fact I was in all of the attendance. *And it's not that I asked someone to sign in my behalf. LOL!*

Sept. 23.
I was with M. *Toinx. Like, "K, what's new?".*  In the morning we surfed the net with Kem, Thea, and Shobeh Gretchy. Lunch was with Gretchy and Jen. Supposed to be it was a group lunch but unfortunately blah blah blah. Haha! We (M+me) spent the afternoon watching KimmyDora. Finally.

Sept. 24.
It was my first time to watch the school's cheerdance competition. It was fun. In the afternoon I was pissed off by the 1-hour-plus delay in the attendance. The bleachers were full and we (M+me) can't get a nice place to watch the championship game of men's basketball just because of that delay. Err! Good thing M was so lenient with my change of mood that in the end he managed to have ourselves seated and enjoy a really nice view of the game. Not to mention that he was able to shift my mood back without getting impatient with me. Very good! :)
Student's Night was a blast! I would also like to thank him again because he's not a KJ boyfriend. In fact I find him cool because if he wasn't, then 1) I was not permitted to strut my stuff in the dance floor, 2) he had sent me home early, or worse 3) he dragged me home and made me swear not to do that ever again for as long as we're together. Hahaha! One more thing, I appreciate that he joined in the fun. Not a KJ huh? That was more to me than him being on the bleachers just waiting for me to stop dancing and decide to go home. *I love you M.*

Sept. 25.
Whatta rainy day to have a tree planting activity. Jen made a bet that her plant won't last a day. I'm actually betting on it too. Add up my plant in that fate. Waah! Why am I saying this? Whatever. I gotta zip my mouth before I spill more. Tee-hee.

Committed.

I've been single for years. There have been times that I envy those who has their "special someone", thinking and wishing I have mine too. But as I grew more mature, I've come to embrace singleness with open arms. I still hope to find my other half but then I've had enough of those self-pity moments. Singleness, for years, has already been my comfort zone. In fact, I love being single! I loved being single.

I have a boyfriend now. My first. Waaah! I'm elated. Hahaha! I've finally stepped out of my singleness haven. I pray that God would make us grow beautifully into persons we're made to be.. and that me and my boyfriend's relationship will blossom into something healthy for us both.

1st lunch as a couple. LOL! *Waah! So mushy...*

xoxo

Special thanks to our friends..

..to Budotz (tho not everyone knew about this yet)

..to everyone who's happy 'cause we're both happy..

(Sending out this mwahugz to Shob most especially)

♥♥♥

Caramel Love ♥

Last night, my family and I went out for a night stroll. Our last stop was at Mcdonald's Damosa. And for dessert, I had caramel sundae. Mwah! One sure way to make me happy! ♥♥♥

A Message in the Bottle

*Photo taken by yours truly via my ever ever dear cellphone. :)*

Whew! It took me quite some time before I finally finish this "mini-project" of mine. In case I forgot to tell you, once I get my hands on something, I get OC-fied.

For the finale, I settled to have a bond paper rolled instead of a yellow. Plus, the paper inside the bottle was the nth paper I've written on simply because I want the characters to look perfect and that the entire message to look wonderfully written.

What is this for? You can have your guesses but I'm not going to spill the beans just yet. HAHAHAHAHA!! :D

New URL. Same Old Author :)

From being apatheticallysweet, I am now loveintoxicated.

There are a million reasons why I am *and I've realized* that LOVE pours in my life. OK, a million is overrated.. But hey!

• I've got My Maker. Talk about unconditional love.

• Mom and Dad. Though we're not grand and ever-rich.... they may not be the perfect parents but for me they're the BEST.

• Though I used to flinch because my Sister loves to pinch me when we were little.... though I used to get spanks from Mom and Dad just because "I don't watch over younger sister" even though she's overly naughty and hard-headed... I used to hate her whenever she cooks breakfast and has not left a single food for me to eat when I wake up... I wish she would never forget that I won't hesistate whipping some asshole just like I did during grade school. In her own little ways, I know she values me as her older sister. (I miss you whenever I'm far from home, you know.)

• HS Berx. Though we don't get to see each other as often as we wish, our bond is unbreakable by distance and misunderstanding.

• Mamugs. I know I am a hot-tempered, demanding, OC, paranoid leader. Haha! But thanks for sticking to my rules and being such grown-ups that I need not dictate what to do 'cause you've got initiative. Thanks btw for those who cooked and washed our dishes during our recent outbase. Mwah!

• Budotz. I know you're just behind me ('cause we're all sitting at the same side in class) and that our bond and the memories is not a waste though we have our respective groups right now.
  

• M. Thanks for everything. Most especially, for trying to understand me whenever I have my mood swings 'cause I'm like a bipolar. Though I don't speak my mind, you know something's wrong. Some times I hate you for it 'cause it's like I can't hide anything from you and I can't keep some of my thoughts to myself. Yet after "forcing" me to speak it out, I feel relieved. Thanks. Super. (I wish you'd get to read this. Hehehe.) Oh, thanks for giving me a paper every time our teacher calls for a quiz. :)
  

Buzzzzz

Not-a-secret: :)

I'd like to make a toast. And this is for Shobeh EIC --Janely! Congratulations for your first Clarion ish as the Head. :) Mama is proud of you... so do your Dada and your siblings. :)

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A secret :)

I want to write it up here and express myself. And yet the part of me that says "there are some things that you should keep to yourself" reigns. I want to put it here. But.................... It's better off unwritten.... and private. Think I should learn to love that word already. Private. Haha! Synonymous with secret. Though I've been dying to comment on it and make my thoughts be public, for this I'll keep mum.

A Stupid NCP

Below is a Nursing Care Plan made by the one who's beside me now. He made it last night out of nothing-ness. HAHA! Again, this is just for laughs. He's generally sane. I can assure you that. LOL

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S- “Gina tubol ko sugod atong nag dako akong tiyan mag lisod ko ug tindug, sakit I libang” as verbalized 

O-difficulty in standing 

with heavy impacted stools 

with foul smell stool 

increase in weight noted

arthritis noted 

A-   Ineffective standing related to heaviness of the abdomen secondary to over hydration as evidenced by presents of joint pains

SCIENTIFIC BASIS

Standing is one of the fundamental skills of human being. If you cannot stand you will fall. Therefore standing is needed for survival. We should live our life to the fullest.

GOAL 

At the end of three days of nursing care, patient will:

• Will be able to accept the situation

• Maintain usual pattern of standing
  

• Will able to have a good smell stool

INTERVENTION / RATIONALE

Educate the patient about the anatomy and physiology of the human being. Giving information to the pt. helps a lot.

Auscultate bowel sounds. Note abdominal distention , presence of nausea and vomiting. Indicators of  presence / resolution of ileus, affecting choice of interventions.

Assist client with sitting on edge of bed and walking. Early ambulation helps stimulate intestinal function and return of peristalsis.

Encourage adequate fluid intake, including fruit juices,when oral intkae is resumed. Promotes softer stool; may aid in stimulating peristalsis.

Administer medications as ordered. Promotes formation / passage of softer stool.

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Stupid isn't it? HAHAHA!

Apple Scent

I still can't forget how the entire Emergency Room stinks. Smells, rather. Yesterday they had their "general cleaning". Oh how we wished they also had the Observation Area cleaned. CIU (I forgot what this stands for.. Haha! Oh. It's Crisis Intervention Unit. Thanks to Gg.. Haha!) and the Treatment was cleansed and "scented" with Apple Juice (as Miguel said it was).

Various cases were present. There was this guy who had been slashed by his drinking buddy in his arm. Another had his left point finger cut when it was stuck in between something I forgot what that was. Hehe. Too bad I wasn't able to try doing CPR on an actual patient. By the way, I was assigned together with 4 other groupmates at the Observation Area. I was able to handle this patient as I did my routinary vital signs check. He was so restless and I remember him saying things like he's having delusions. Few hours later, he was brought to CIU. There he was intubated. After a little while, I saw that he was screened and that Miguel was on top of him doing external cardiac compressions.

There was also this scenario where I was convicted that before I get married and have a family of my own, me and my future husband must be stable --physically, emotionally, psychologically, and most of all, financially. This couple's 5-month old child came in due to fever and vomiting. Well, it was a public hospital. A patient's needs won't be attended that much as compared to a private hospital. Maybe because they are financially challenged? Or because there are a lot of patients? Whatever. The mother, who I think was in her early 20s, felt helpless and anxious about her child's condition that all she can ever do was to sit in the corner and bury her head in her hands. The father, who was also of the same age with his partner as I guess, was trying to be a man for his family. A sad scene to see.

Apple Scent. I don't think that the ER smelled like apple. It was more like the metallic smell of blood and different people's sweat and odor. Hmm... I don't see myself working there in the future. At least I've survived for 2 days. Hehehe :X

Oh-See

OC \oh-see\ n, abbr : Obsessive-Compulsive

It's more than just a word. It's what I am.

I remember being called one when I was in my high school years. And bottom line is I didn't like it so I shrug it off like a loose hair in my shirt. I can't understand why my friends think I am one.

What I annoys me as an OC and yet I can't help it:

> Once I get my hands on a project or an assignment whatever, I finish it longer than necessary just because I don't like my work to be half-cooked. Super stressful. I have "perfection" running in my veins.

> And when I get works that are not well-done, the very ends of my hair want to fall off. I want it to be "perfect". From the lay-out, margin, spacing, font size/color/style, spelling, etc.

> I am such an alcoholic. It dries up my hands, duh.


A vindicated-and-now-a-self-confessed OC. I've learned to love that weird part of me though. This is what I am.

Pirti

I chose to write this post by incorporating the dialect (Bisaya and Tagalog) just so to feel the story better. Hehehe. My apologies to those who can't understand this much. Sometimes the essence of the story is well-kept when not translated.

Note: Names have been changed.

Around 6:30pm last night, I heard Jill call her 10-year-old (just an estimation) daughter Cherry in the street. Her voice resounding in the entire village like she owns everything.

Jill: "Cherry! Cherry! Nasan ka na? Kailangan pa ba kitang tawagin? Gabi na!"

Noel, Cherry's younger brother, went home from playing.

Jill: "Mag-saing ha.. Sabihin mo kay Ate."

The little boy agreed.

I guess Cherry was already home following her mother's commands. A little later, I saw Jill walk towards home. Seems like she's checking if her kids are doing what she told them to do. After checking, she headed back to where she was from. "Noel, sabihin mo kay Ate na bantayan yung sinaing baka masunog!"

The boy relayed the message to her sister. And there they were, inside their house... doing what mother Jill told them to do.

Here's the catch. Si Jill kay naa sa tindahan..... nag-chismis.

Meltdown

At times I prefer to know nothing at all. "What you don't know won't hurt you", so they say. True enough for times like these I guess.

Being in the medical field, we were acquainted quite well enough with abnormalities and diseases (lecture-wise and actual). I've absorbed these encounters. What sucks the most is that I've learned a lot and I knew things that crushes my heart into dust.

Faith. Faith. I always tell myself that. God knows. (And He knows I can't finish writing this as of the moment.) Oh, but.......................................................................

Part 1

My mom has been diagnosed with rectosigmoid cancer in January (if I’m not mistaken). She had the tumor removed in March. It’s stage II by the way. At that time, the doctor has not advised her to undergo chemotherapy. I guess it was in May when she had her schedule for barium enema (for the purpose of knowing if she can have her colostomy closed already). Good news is that she can have her temporary colostomy closed.

Honestly, I don’t ask much about my mom’s disease. I get my news/update as I see it or I hear it here at home. Well, I inquire a bit but there’s a definite pain in the possibility of hearing something that will break my heart in pieces. I’ve got a strong personality, yes. However, no matter how tough I seem to be, I have my soft spots. And this is one of them.

Lately, she’s been sick. She had her check-up and it has been told (I heard) that the doctor wanted her to start her chemotherapy. As I try to imagine her experiencing the effects of chemo, my eyes become wet. Sigh. These are the times I become apathetic. Again.

Apathetic.

I know I am. I know I can be. I know I can be not.

I want to expound on me-being-apathetic-at-times but right now I just can't because I still got an exam on History and the bell is about to ring in a few minutes.

I promise I'll explain this further the next time.
Til here for now.

Universal Remote Control

After chatting with a friend last night during our duty hours ('cause basically it was close to saying there was nothing to do at all for 8 hours) , I asked myself "Where was I? Where have I been?". Bottom line is, I missed a lot about my friends' lives. As she was elaborating on things, she was astounded that I don't know the latest news. "That was in summer, didn't you know that?", she told me. Damn. I missed a lot.

Where was I? I was busy with some other things. I wasn't in-tune to them.
Where have I been? I've been running away with some matters and I hate to think that the price of it was that I've been away with them too.

I miss them. I wish I was with them. It sucks 'cause right now I feel like I was Adam Sandler in the movie Click.

Toxic

We were assigned at the ward for this week. Unlike last week, this week's duty spelled t-o-x-i-c --for me, that is.

The wing was almost full house. I had 2 patients. Fair enough 'cause we all have the same fate. The difference was that one of my patient had a biliary drainage tube and a jejunostomy tube in her abdomen. Honestly, I already sensed the toxicity. Yet on the back of my mind I know there's got to be a purpose why I was assigned to this patient and this experience will help me learn a lot.

First day. My mind was flying. Is it safe to say that I have been intoxicated for like 6 to 7 over 8 hours of my duty? Haha! At the end of my duty I can say that, "today, I have been of use" (Kung sa bisaya pa, "napuslan ko karong adlawa"). Hahahaha! Not like last week wherein I almost did nothing. Hehe. I just stared at the floor most of the time because I don't have anything to do. Thank God for the people who helped me.

Second day. I already got used to the procedures this particular patient of mine has. I can say I was already confident then. (A big thanks to my bedside nurse.) I don't think I will ever feel toxic-ness that day but I was wrong. The watcher inflicted toxic-ness as we were trying to change the linens of my patient (who was her mother) on complete bed rest without bathroom privilege. Yes, she helped me but damn what could some two ladies' strength do? Finally we managed to get it over with. I left the room with droplets of sweat all over my forehead.

Third day. I only had one patient for the third day. This time she was not assigned to anyone of us --student nurses. I admit I missed being toxic because of her but I thought it was a rest time for me. I was relaxed when someone from the nurse station called for me. My client's watcher went to the station to tell the nurses they needed assistance in changing diaper. I thought it was just plain changing of her soiled diaper. Rather, I ended up changing her linens again after waiting for her to finish pooping, assisting her watcher clean her, and changing the diapers. Thank God because my bedside nurse this time was a male. And four of us were there to change the linens so it was easier to move her sideways and faster to pull the linens and tuck it in place.

I super thank God for this week's duty. Not only for the things I've learned but also for the toxic-ness I have experienced. Where else will I feel the essence of being a nurse if not from toxic-ness?

Zipped

I was about to materialize a thought I have in my mind. Later I realized it would be best to let my thoughts be private. I may have let out what I think and how I feel but at the end of the day, there's nothing I can do to stop it nor change it to be in favor of what I wanted and how I wanted things to be because all I could possibly do is to watch over. You won't hear anything from me, I promise. But please remember this: When worst scenario unfolds, only then will I be on my defensive position. Count on me to guard. I'll do that gratefully.

S is for Shallow

I can feel them giving me the cold shoulder..... And I think I'm starting to get enough of it. It's just so damn piquing when you are trying your best to patch things up and here they are still lingering with the past mistake. Okay. I understand the fact that they are actually pissed off that I wasn't able to join them in their beach outing. Fine. But I hope they should at least try to understand me too. Right now I'm actually thinking that they are being immature in the sense that they, of all people, should know how life is being a student. I've got classes. I've got duties. I am still a student. They are former students. That's makes a big difference.

Forgot to text her often.... Haven't met her at the airport...... Haven't been in the beach outing..... And now I can't come with them and watch Transformers. Sheesh. Shallowness.

Okay....

First week of school went well. Or because it ended up well afterall.

(Just scribbling something.....)

Undo

I think I've had much for today. I just seem to be too tired. Maybe because I arrived home just an hour ago? I feel sleepy? Or simply because I have been thinking about a lot of things today.
When I arrived at school, my mood was not great. I don't like to talk much at all. In the morning, I even generalized this day to suck. True enough. This day sucks. I think I've been a bipolar for today actually. In a few minutes I laugh out loud while talking with my friends. In another I am not in the mood to talk at all. Then I'm with friends again. Next, I go quiet.
Mixed emotions. I can't seem to understand what I feel. I don't know what exactly are the emotions I am feeling. I'm not okay.
I don't know where to start. I don't even know how. All I know is that I'm as disturbed as he is, though not in the same way as he is. I can't blame him for acting like that. If I were in his shoes, I'd probably have the same reaction. I just didn't see it that he'll come across that post. It's not my intention to hurt him or anything similar to that. The day I posted it up was the day that I was so bothered of that statement that I can't focus properly and I need some vent. Now I think it was at all but wrong to post it up.

Heart React

My heart knows him so much that even a silhouette of him makes my heart go crazy and that's when I know that my heart is still beating for him.

Last night, my friend uploaded a bunch of our group pictures on Facebook. As I go thru all our happy memories captured on cam, I can't help but say to myself that "we look good together". Argh! There! So my heart spoke for itself. Dang!

I don't know if I was just being overreactive in hearing my heart speak once more of him. Since it's been long that I haven't been entertaining thoughts of him. Or rather, I have a lot of things to deal with than negotiate with my stubborn stubborn heart.

Since school's up starting tomorrow, I think I can have my heart shut itself up again. Haha! Thinking I have things rushing in on to be done. And my attention will be divided again. Hmm...

Student Life

After five academic years, finally I'm now in my senior year in college. Woo-hooo!!!! In my circle of high school friends, only three (I'm one of them) are still undergrads and the rest (8 of them) are now graduates. One is pursuing extra units in her chosen profession, two are into med school, most are reviewing (I guess) for the board.

I remember last year when the 2nd semester started for everyone, my friends were so into the "we're graduating soon" theme. Honestly it made me sad most of the time that we're together because all they ever talk about was them nearing the end of their school years. They joke around about leaving us behind still burdened with the workloads of school. In fact there are moments wherein I don't want to see them at all just because we'll be the butt of their jokes again.

Now I'd still be in that school. The difference? I'm in my senior year. At last!

I spent two years being a Freshman. I had a sweet torture kind of fate in my first Freshman year. Then I decided to shift course and also to transfer to another school. Being in my first university was all I ever wanted. I even turned down the opportunity of being in another college I do not only like, but most of my friends are there too.

A sweet torture, it is. Sweet because I get to be in a prestigious and one of the best university nationwide. A torture because it made me stressed, holistically stressed.

Physically. I was not allowed to live in a dorm near school. Hence, I travel north to south and back again everyday. (Rough estimate of 22 kilometers?) Emotionally. Both my parents are away. I am in-charge of the budgeting, the groceries, the bills, even daily cooking.... everything. And the most important of all --- Intellectually. I don't like my course. There! It's a pain in my neurons. I really don't know. Maybe if I live near my school, and if I don't have those responsibilities of being a daughter and a sister.......... Maybe it would be a different story. Maybe.

And so I shifted and transferred. I don't have any regrets, seriously. Though I seldom have these "what-ifs" in mind, still I don't regret anything. Things happen for a reason. And whatever situation I am in now, it's the best for me and God had already planned this in the very beginning so He can make me be the person He created me to be.

Waaahh!!! Whew! :D This is my final year of being a student. I'll savor every moment, treasure all the friendships I've made, and be the best I can offer to my Maker.

Let's get it on!

"Stuck On You No More"

A part of me is doubting if I could really say that. It has been years that I've been struggling to get this over with. It's like being addicted to chocolate --feeling the guilty pleasure with every bite.

My berx had more than enough of my love-him-now-hate-him-later mood. I tell them I'm moving on but I find myself still head over heels in-love with him. "I've got a stubborn heart", that's what I often tell them. But because they're my friends, they stand-by me through all my unreasonable determination. Thanks.

There's no one who can assess this better than me. Only I can say if this time it's for real. We haven't seen each other nor had communicated for quite some time now. But I am doubtful if I can pass the test.

What if I get to see him on an unexpected moment downtown? What if he tells me he misses me? Will my heart betray me for the nth time?

I want to take the test, really. But.... but..... what if I fail again?

A Bothersome Comment

I understand she was trying to protect me. Who else will I turn to when circumstances go crazy? It'll always be my friends. But I have to admit that I didn't like her statement.

Besides, you can use him. Like what _____ said, he's not worthy... though you can use him.

What was that? Her comment struck me while I was doing my groceries yesterday. A thought came to my mind.....

So do you think I am just using him?

It left me bothered. It's not that I care so much about how people view me. It's just that I can't imagine that they might actually be viewing me as a 'user'.


I didn't expect that things would be this bothersome for me just now. I'm bracing myself for the blow when school days are back.

I miss my "mama": The Reply

I definitely miss my nak nak too.

She's been avoiding me for days. And this makes me sad.

I'm not blaming her for how she's been treating me now. I've read her blog post in which I think she was so confident of letting me find it because of the reason that I don't know where she blogs at all. Hehe. But I found it. And I've read it. Bleh!

I'm not one who breaks promises.

I have been so annoying as I can possibly be just so he'd tell me the twist. When I think I couldn't get anything more revealing, I quitted. He made me promise one thing in exchange for the revelation. And this is not to tell anyone not even Gg.

Knowing the twist made my tongue itch. I so want to tell my nak nak. However, I made a promise.

I waited til Monday. The plan was that we will tell her the twist. I was hesitant and I backed off the last minute. I decided that I don't want to see her reaction. He was right when he said that the twist will make me very happy. When I knew what he told Gg --"might hurt you"...-- reality sinked in that she might be sad. I know she was very well expecting her comeback to her old group. That's why I don't want to be the one cracking the news to her.

"I know that this happiness of mine has caused some to be sad" --a statement I wrote in my Multiply account. Now I wonder if it's safe to write: this happiness of mine is causing some to be sad.

I definitely miss my nak nak. "THINGS CAN'T POSSIBLY BE THE SAME AGAIN", she wrote. She's got a point though. But I hope things won't be ruined just because of this. Things change. (As change per se is inevitable.) But it doesn't follow that things end.

Why the Blog Title.....?

Sunglasses and a Headset.

For my Budotz Family, we all know this --it's me and my nak nak's XP. :D
Sunglasses to shade our eyes from the sun (well of course.... like duh). And the headset are for those tedious moments that needs some soul-pumping, booty-grinding, mood-boosting music.

As I was thinking of what to put as my blog title, me and Gg's XP came across my mind. And I think it's cool. Just as we are cool. Nyahaha!

Uno

Blog title:

Thinking...
Thinking...
Still thinking...

Ahah! Finally....
Smiling...

Typing 'Sunglasses and Headset'

Thinking...

Typing 'Sunglasses and a Headset'

Continue

Hit.


Ta-dah!!! Cheers to my newest blog page!