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Thursday, May 22, 2003
And today I find out that I am completely normal.
My test results from the lab are back and are *drumroll* normal. Woohoo! It's my time to celebrate. Really. because I'm normal and I'm healthy despite the fact that I faint & get sick a lot; and that i'm accident prone too.
It's damn almighty good to hear. It starts my school year just right. Now... now... Lemme see my next doctor visit. Ah... to my neurologist. Now, that's another story... that's another test result that I'm waiting to hear. In the meantime, I should practice my check-up lines:
1. "So doc, how's my brain doing? Is it that damaged?"
2. "What does it say? What does my brain say?"
3. "Doc... my nerves are asking me questions... can you give them the answer?"
Bleah.
For a 19 year old girl, I sound like I'm 60. Too much doctors to visit every May or June every year. But I'm normal and that's a reason to smile!
I better get going. My cramps are killing me again.
I'm such an unlucky luck. (And a lucky unluck as well.)
God is so good. And I mean it with my Catholic Christian heart.
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
2 days without blogging, no computer in the hospital no siree.
I was out for 2 days because I went to the hospital. (But I bet you already know that afterall I just mentioned it. Duh.)
*Bleah.*
Anyway.
I went to the hospital for my medical check-up, being the anemic person that I am with matching migraines; and fainting spells; along with the epeleptic-like attacks caused by muscle spasms; and irregular brain patterns (it explains a lot about me if that isn't obvious).
Anyway, the SOP for me is really blood extraction. They study my blood count (both RBCs and WBCs) and they've decided to add somethings else... for my thyroid, hyperthyroid (or something like that), calcium count and other infectuous diseases....
And I passed out. I hyperventilated when I regained consciousness and soonafter had my muscle spasm attack. I caused panic in the MMC lab. 3 med techs and a resident with my doctor dad on my back. I had to be brought up to our room in a wheel chair.
The reason for my sudden collapse was not because of fear. Nope. not at all.
It's because I'm bloody anemic. And they drew out 5 test tubes full of blood from me. And they extracted blood out without me eating for 10 hours...
well that spelled trouble from the very start.
But I'm better now. So happy days are here again.
Just blogging about that awful and humiliating experience.
Monday, May 19, 2003
My dad saw me drawing on my arm last night. How you might ask: See... I was a little nutty out of my head as I was trying to finish my article last night, and I just couldn't write it all straight out and finish what I needed to finish. I saw my Incubus album and saw Brandon Boyd's right arm -- a really awesome red permanent Henna-like tattoo on his right arm. And I suddenly got "inspired."
I got my red pen and drew on my left arm, since I'm right handed. And I drew a tasteless version of Brandon Boyd's arm tatoo. Trust me, my "art" on my left arm was a disaster. And to think I was copying the picture!
But being the brat that I am I proudly showed it off to my dad, like a 2 year old scribbling for the 1st time... He surprised me. he said: "I draw better 'tattoos' than you."
So I told him... "Ok...so draw."
I never expected my dad to be "supportive" of my skin vandalism... and he actually volunteered to draw a better 'tattoo' for me. Amazing. I've been raised in a household that despised my skin doodlings when I was a kid and here comes my father who volunteers to draw a better tattoo. Unbelievable.
Ok. So he drew a figure on my right arm... He even says: "I'll teach you how to do symmetrics
And lo and behold: he drew a bloody brilliant figure! It was a really nice design! It beat the crap out of my vain attempt to copy Brandon's "I want sushi" tattoo on his right arm!
My dad's so cool! He even drew it in front of my mom!
So I figured, next time I get the urge to have this sudden want of a temporary artwork on my skin, I better go ask my dad to draw on me.
Anyway. I slept at 3 am today finishing something for Tr3s -- and by some miracle I finished it! Funny how it seems like I intended a pun, when I really didn't. So at this point in time, I'm really sleepy.
Anyhow. Tomorrow I don't think I could blog. I'd be at the hospital for my yearly medical checkup. Wish me luck and pray for me.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
I am cheat-blogging: I copied and pasted a part of the letter I wrote to one of my closest if not my closest friend Ian. Of course, this is an editted version. I did this because, I figured it speaks my mind most eloquently at this point in time.
After the break-up, I'm more silent. I don't really speak my mind as much. I think a lot more though. After the break-up, I'm cynical about love, but realistic. After the break-up, I've lost a lot of weight: My frail health as the reason (got sick 3 times this summer) or consider it psychosomatic that all the inner stress is getting me to lose more pounds than a very much publicized diet ever will. (Sabi ni mommy, tama na daw 'to. Pero h'wag na rin daw akong magpataba. hehe.) I like the fact that I've lost weight though. After the break-up, I'm a little distant -- a little bit watchful about people. After the break-up, I'm more careful. After the break-up, I'm more serious. It takes a long time before I really crack up. After the break-up, I indulge in anything that gets my attention, then realizing that I am harder to please as I also quickly lose interest. After the break-up, I grew extra-close to my mom and my tita. After the break-up, I'm rediscovering people (even if I'm a little distant, it's ironic I know) -- I'm rekindling the friendships I have, that I somehow left behind a few years ago. And it feels nice. It's also nice to know that some things never change. After the break-up, you can say that I've really matured. I've learned to listen more. I've learned to understand everything more. So technically, I'm harder to piss off now. hehe. which is good. and also bad when people get to piss me off.
