LSS and scrubs

Have you ever heard about the last song syndrome? I have this habit of singing the last song I heard over and over and over again. It’s quite embarrassing. For instance, when I heard my officemate sang No scrubs by TLC, it bugged my mind and for the rest of the day until midnight, I kept on singing it just like a broken record.

In another incident, somebody was singing an adult song that goes like “a few stolen moments is all that we share, you have a family and they need you there.” I didn’t notice that I was also singing and humming the same song. Then another person teased me saying I seem to be relating to that song very well. Bad, bad joke! I think that song is about being a mistress. Eew.

So anyway, I was in the hospital looking after my newly born nephew when that incident happened. I think I unintentionally sang the song out of boredom. I didn’t even know I was singing it. All I know was that my eyes were focused on those nursing students wearing cute medical scrubs. They look very tidy in that uniform. Although, I am not in favor of students practicing on real patients, that’s the way it is in government hospitals, somehow seeing them around is an eye candy. They are simply adorable-looking.

I didn’t know that scrubs for men are equally nice. In fact, I used to think that being a nurse is a woman’s job. So, it’s a bit awkward to see male nurses. It made me think if that was really their ambition in life. Aren’t men supposed to dream about becoming a pilot or a police or a ship captain? Or was it just a practical decision? It’s easier for nurses to find a decent job abroad.

Before I went home that afternoon, I volunteered to buy my nephew’s medicine. There are a lot of pharmacies and drug stores in front of the hospital but I also noticed that scrub stores are also everywhere. Maybe they just bought their uniform in those stores. But if were them I’d order my scrubs from Blueskyscrubs.com where simple, colorful and fashionable medical uniforms are available.

Tooth extraction

Twenty years ago, my mother had to drag me to the dentist kicking, screaming and crying. They wanted to extract a front tooth because a new one was about to come out. Extraction will prevent my set of upper teeth from protruding and becoming crooked. At first, my mother encouraged me by saying things like I’m going to regret it when I grow into a young lady because it will look ugly and it is one of the causes of halitosis or bad breath. It didn’t convince me as vanity was something I wasn’t concerned about at that time. So, my parents had to drag me kicking and screaming and they also had to hold my legs and arms so the dentist could pull out the affected tooth. After the procedure which only took a few minutes, I remember the dentist asked me “masakit? Eto na oh.” What a funny memory. Every time my mother would talk about that, my brother and sister would laugh like crazy. Today, I am also faced with the same situation. I need to have one of my molars extracted and I’m just so scared to undergo the process. Now I am convincing my self that I’m already an adult. I’m no longer a child for heaven’s sake. But why can’t I convince my self? :(

Lucky

I consider myself lucky because cancer has never touched my loved ones. At least not yet. Unfortunately, some of our relatives have been diagnosed of breast and ovarian cancer which means that it runs in our blood. Not that I don’t love my relatives, we just don’t have a close relationship ever since so I’m kind of not affected of the things that are happening in their life. And vice versa. Anyway, I’m not really an expert about these things but somewhere, I’ve read that if a family member has breast cancer, there is a possibility that the other members will have it too in the future.

Truth be told, I really don’t want to waste time worrying about cancer. I just want to enjoy the happy times with my family. However, reading articles about mesothelioma prognosis just made me think about cancer. I can’t help but worry about my family’s future health. What will happen? I certainly don’t want my loved ones to go through the pain and sorrow which cancer can cause. Prevention is always better than cure that is why every year I take my mother to her doctor to have her breasts checked and also for a pap test, a procedure that examines the cervix if there are abnormalities in the cells. I’m so lazy for these things, this I admit. But I don’t want to neglect my mother’s health. So I am taking her again to the doctor for mammography this month. Pap Smear can be done once every three years.

Very sick

This wound on my left foot began to get worse on Christmas Eve. I can barely walk and the area around my ankle turned reddish and swollen, it also felt hot, and pus kept on oozing out. The doctor told me it looks like eczema but I must consult a dermatologist to make sure. She then gave me some antibiotics to help remedy the infection. Problem is, I didn’t visit a dermatologist and I only took the medicine for 2 days even if the physician strictly told me to take it for 5-7 days. Now my wound has gotten worse :(

I’m so tired. I want to take a rest and rent a holiday apartment in Davao. This fever is killing me. Maybe a vacation will make everything better. For sure a grand vacation in a beautiful apartment will cure me. But first, I need to follow my doctor’s advice which is to take my medicine and stop self-medication. I applied ginger juice on my wound but it didn’t help. I should have used guava leaves instead of red ginger. You see I hate taking medicines.

I wish dad were still alive because it’s so difficult to lie to him. For sure he’d catch me lying right from my first alibi and then send me to a hospital immediately. I’m just feeling guilty because I told my mom that this is nothing serious and that it will heal soon.

Unlucky?

With everything that is happening in my life right now, am I unlucky? First, I stepped on a rusty nail which pierced my left foot pretty deep. I hate needles but the thought of getting infected with tetanus scared me to death so I was convinced by ‘the people around me’ to get an anti-tetanus shot right away. Better be safe than sorry, huh? I just don’t want to die yet. Not now that my dream of becoming a freelance writer is starting to realize :)  Second, it seems that everyone in the family is getting sick :( My niece, my mom (and also me) were suspected of having dengue two weeks ago.  Third, for the first time I was asked to do a revision on one of my articles which is so discouraging because I am being paid by someone to write for him and he was unsatisfied with my work :( Ouch!

In truth, I always try to look at the silver lining. First, being pierced on the foot is such an excruciating pain but at least now I already got an anti-tetanus shot which is good for ten years. Somebody told me “ganon?! kailangan mapako muna bago magpabakuna?!” LOL. Second, because we are so scared of dengue, we tried harder to keep our house clean and dry, plus mosquito spray every morning and Off lotion for the babies (Note: don’t apply the lotion directly on baby’s skin). Third, I realized that revisions should not disappoint me. Mr. X is very professional in correcting my work. He said my grammar is correct but I could have written some of my phrases in a better way. He’s actually doing me a favor because he’s pushing me to improve my writing skills :)

Everything considered, I am so blessed. The fact that God is so kind to me has been my favorite thought during the past few days. I am still alive! No tetanus. No dengue. Best of all, my hands are full of writing assignments. I couldn’t care less if people are thinking that I’m not doing anything to improve my life. Haha.