second assignment for my english class ;p
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These are indeed trying times for the Filipino but more so for the Filipino youth. It is not just a time of economic difficulties that can be remedied with enough effort backed up by determination, but also a time that tries the very moral fiber of our people. This is the real challenge of our times.
But how can the Filipino youth rise above the reality of moral decay when everywhere they look, there seems to be no one whom they can look up to? While we still have our heroes from Jose Rizal to Andres Bonifacio and their contemporaries down to Ninoy Aquino and the other unsung heroes of our generation – we, the youth want living examples of heroism. This is the kind of heroism that will lead us out of our present difficulties.
This is the heroism that we expect in our leaders who should lead us with patriotic models by upholding the national interest above personal ones. But the current reality is far from this ideal and definitely is a source of confusion for the Filipino youth. In the face of this confusion – should we sacrifice our youthful idealism on the altar of reality for it seems to be the practical way out?
For me, there is no need to do that because ideals – our noble aspirations for the betterment of our people, can be our guiding light through the dismal landscape of our present; a landscape peopled by an older generation who surrendered their own ideals for personal gain. Hopefully, the landscape of our future will be brighter – our ideals nourishing our youthful dreams into adult realities.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Sunday, December 04, 2005
memory two
haha! i found another one! god, i love clearing out my files..ü this one's from fourth year high school. hehe. pathetic me.
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october 17, 2002
You know how you say you're completely over a person and you promise yourself that you'll never fall for that person again? You know how you break yourself to pieces just hearing the sounds that bring back the memories of the person you vowed to never love again? You know how difficult it is to forget about that person because you know deep inside of you, you always will remember? I do.
Being in love with a person for almost two years is no joke. I must admit, it would probably be pale in comparison with other people who have loved but for me, he was my first and only love. I was so caught up in the thought of us and of being together for the rest of our lives. It seemed like I had found myself in him and that I would never have to let go. It was a dream come true for me, a girl who never actually thought about falling in love. I was fine in a world of friends and family. I was scared of boys, frightened that they might bite. I kept my distance from them.
But all that changed when I met him. He was different. Well, maybe he wasn't - it just seemed like he was. He stood out from the rest, probably because I already liked him that much. I never thought we'd talk like we knew each other since we were children. I never thought I'd open up to a boy as I did with him. He had my heart in his hands.
The short text messages would stay saved on my cellphone for times I needed his comfort. I would read them and I would automatically feel better. There’s no mentioning the times when I’d read them over and over again. The times we’d walk together to class was sweeter than ice cream. The short visits he'd make would almost be like a grand event - even worthy of a countdown. The times he’d walk me home every after school let out was like heaven. Every moment with him mattered and I was happy. I was truly happy. It was bliss… sweet eternal bliss. It was almost unreal.
My life seemed like a fairy tale when he came into my life but I had to learn that not all fairy tales end up happy – and I learned that the hard way. He seemed distant a few weeks into the relationship. The walks to class with me became walks to class with his friends. The free periods spent together with me became free periods spent together with friends. The visits became less frequent. The after-school-walks-to-home became extinct. And I was starting to feel lost and alone. It went on for a couple of weeks. We didn't talk and we didn't see each other. I felt both devastated and angry. Devastated because I felt I had lost my source of happiness and inspiration. Angry because I hated him for making me feel that way. I didn't want to call him and talk to him for fear that the once amazing relationship we had might get cut short.
But somebody always has to make the first move. I had to know what was wrong and what went wrong. I had to muster up the courage to do so. And I did. I was scared. My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't catch up with it. I knew there had to be a reason for me to feel that way. And my fear became reality when it became obvious that this wasn't what he wanted. The relationship seemed to be the most important thing for him before but not anymore. He got tired. I was broken. I wanted to cry but the tears would not fall. I wanted to hit him to make him feel the pain in my heart but on the other hand, I wanted to hug him and keep him close in the hopes of making him stay with me. But I knew I couldn't. He didn't want me - not as much as I wanted him. It felt like a thousand blades piercing me all at one time.
It was hard to let go of the thought of him wanting me back. I held on to it because I had nothing else to hold on to. I never thought the day would come when I would finally tell myself that I am over him and that I don't need him anymore. I never thought that he would forget about me as easily as he decided of letting go. I never thought he'd be as mean as he is now to the one person who he said he loved. Call it sourgraping, but I never thought I would regret even loving someone as much as I loved him. I never thought I would hate him, as I never thought I would fall in love. But I love him. Yeah. I still do.
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october 17, 2002
You know how you say you're completely over a person and you promise yourself that you'll never fall for that person again? You know how you break yourself to pieces just hearing the sounds that bring back the memories of the person you vowed to never love again? You know how difficult it is to forget about that person because you know deep inside of you, you always will remember? I do.
Being in love with a person for almost two years is no joke. I must admit, it would probably be pale in comparison with other people who have loved but for me, he was my first and only love. I was so caught up in the thought of us and of being together for the rest of our lives. It seemed like I had found myself in him and that I would never have to let go. It was a dream come true for me, a girl who never actually thought about falling in love. I was fine in a world of friends and family. I was scared of boys, frightened that they might bite. I kept my distance from them.
But all that changed when I met him. He was different. Well, maybe he wasn't - it just seemed like he was. He stood out from the rest, probably because I already liked him that much. I never thought we'd talk like we knew each other since we were children. I never thought I'd open up to a boy as I did with him. He had my heart in his hands.
The short text messages would stay saved on my cellphone for times I needed his comfort. I would read them and I would automatically feel better. There’s no mentioning the times when I’d read them over and over again. The times we’d walk together to class was sweeter than ice cream. The short visits he'd make would almost be like a grand event - even worthy of a countdown. The times he’d walk me home every after school let out was like heaven. Every moment with him mattered and I was happy. I was truly happy. It was bliss… sweet eternal bliss. It was almost unreal.
My life seemed like a fairy tale when he came into my life but I had to learn that not all fairy tales end up happy – and I learned that the hard way. He seemed distant a few weeks into the relationship. The walks to class with me became walks to class with his friends. The free periods spent together with me became free periods spent together with friends. The visits became less frequent. The after-school-walks-to-home became extinct. And I was starting to feel lost and alone. It went on for a couple of weeks. We didn't talk and we didn't see each other. I felt both devastated and angry. Devastated because I felt I had lost my source of happiness and inspiration. Angry because I hated him for making me feel that way. I didn't want to call him and talk to him for fear that the once amazing relationship we had might get cut short.
But somebody always has to make the first move. I had to know what was wrong and what went wrong. I had to muster up the courage to do so. And I did. I was scared. My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't catch up with it. I knew there had to be a reason for me to feel that way. And my fear became reality when it became obvious that this wasn't what he wanted. The relationship seemed to be the most important thing for him before but not anymore. He got tired. I was broken. I wanted to cry but the tears would not fall. I wanted to hit him to make him feel the pain in my heart but on the other hand, I wanted to hug him and keep him close in the hopes of making him stay with me. But I knew I couldn't. He didn't want me - not as much as I wanted him. It felt like a thousand blades piercing me all at one time.
It was hard to let go of the thought of him wanting me back. I held on to it because I had nothing else to hold on to. I never thought the day would come when I would finally tell myself that I am over him and that I don't need him anymore. I never thought that he would forget about me as easily as he decided of letting go. I never thought he'd be as mean as he is now to the one person who he said he loved. Call it sourgraping, but I never thought I would regret even loving someone as much as I loved him. I never thought I would hate him, as I never thought I would fall in love. But I love him. Yeah. I still do.
memory one
i found some old notes in my computer. here's one i wrote in 3rd year high school, after nagbuwag meh ni jan2x.. hehe. i found myself smiling when i read this. haha. i wuz so high school!ü
in some ways, i think i still am. hehe.
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Dear Diary 01:26 AM, 11 march 2002
This is so pathetic. They said that love could cause unbelievable pain. Only, I didn’t think that it would be this unbearable. I see him everyday and it hurts so bad to know that he’s happily moving on with his life, while I’m still here… holding on to the past. Holding on to “what was” and “what had been”. Being near him and feeling him close never ceases to make me remember the way just one simple smile from him was enough to take away all the hate I felt for the world. In a way, it still does. But it’s not just the same for his smiles are no longer for me. It has never been the same and it may never be the same again.
He was my protector. My confidant. My friend. The very reason for my whole being. I remember he used to tell me words of love and devotion and of tender admiration. He promised me forever and eternity. I felt so secure in his arms. I felt so loved, needed, wanted, and so tenderly cared for. No one had ever made me feel that way before. Yet he betrayed me with all his lies. He told me that it would be better if I just let him go. He told me that he wasn’t worth my love and that someone else deserves it more than he did. But what if things would only get worse if I would let him go? What if he was truly worth my love and that he was the one who deserved it and much more? He told me it would be better if we were just friends. FRIENDS?! But I don’t want to be just friends! He told me to just forget about him. He told me to find someone new. And I tried that. Believe me, I did. Find someone new? I’d only end up hurting the person much more than myself for I would always run back to him, at least to the memory of his love. But that was what he wanted. He hurt me and he caused me so much pain. But then guess what… just one look at him would already be enough to erase all those pain.
I know I should move on with my life already. But what if he was the only one I ever loved? The only one I ever did, and probably the only one I ever will do? It’s true what they say that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. Maybe I’m the one to blame. If only I hadn’t given up too soon. If only I didn’t let go that fast. If only I held on just a little bit longer, then maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way and maybe I wouldn’t be sourgraping this badly. But it’s too late for all those regrets now. What more could they do? They wouldn’t even be enough to be able to bring him back.
If only they could…
in some ways, i think i still am. hehe.
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Dear Diary 01:26 AM, 11 march 2002
This is so pathetic. They said that love could cause unbelievable pain. Only, I didn’t think that it would be this unbearable. I see him everyday and it hurts so bad to know that he’s happily moving on with his life, while I’m still here… holding on to the past. Holding on to “what was” and “what had been”. Being near him and feeling him close never ceases to make me remember the way just one simple smile from him was enough to take away all the hate I felt for the world. In a way, it still does. But it’s not just the same for his smiles are no longer for me. It has never been the same and it may never be the same again.
He was my protector. My confidant. My friend. The very reason for my whole being. I remember he used to tell me words of love and devotion and of tender admiration. He promised me forever and eternity. I felt so secure in his arms. I felt so loved, needed, wanted, and so tenderly cared for. No one had ever made me feel that way before. Yet he betrayed me with all his lies. He told me that it would be better if I just let him go. He told me that he wasn’t worth my love and that someone else deserves it more than he did. But what if things would only get worse if I would let him go? What if he was truly worth my love and that he was the one who deserved it and much more? He told me it would be better if we were just friends. FRIENDS?! But I don’t want to be just friends! He told me to just forget about him. He told me to find someone new. And I tried that. Believe me, I did. Find someone new? I’d only end up hurting the person much more than myself for I would always run back to him, at least to the memory of his love. But that was what he wanted. He hurt me and he caused me so much pain. But then guess what… just one look at him would already be enough to erase all those pain.
I know I should move on with my life already. But what if he was the only one I ever loved? The only one I ever did, and probably the only one I ever will do? It’s true what they say that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. Maybe I’m the one to blame. If only I hadn’t given up too soon. If only I didn’t let go that fast. If only I held on just a little bit longer, then maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way and maybe I wouldn’t be sourgraping this badly. But it’s too late for all those regrets now. What more could they do? They wouldn’t even be enough to be able to bring him back.
If only they could…
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Misconceptions on Nursing Students
my first ever assignment for my effective writing class..
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A lot of people judge nursing students, immediately regarding us as “green pasture” seekers, because of the number of opportunities that supposedly await us upon graduation. There is some truth to this, of course, because the recruitment of Philippine nurses for posting in overseas positions has been escalating in recent years, and in the midst of our present gloomy economic scenario, young professionals can hardly be blamed for heeding the call of the almighty dollar. This seeming materialistic pursuit of those enrolled in the nursing course has also led to the further misconception that nursing students are a swellheaded lot.
These are just some of the prejudices that people have on high school graduates, second coursers, doctors and other professionals who are taking up nursing. It is most unfair for them to think so, because nursing is one of the noblest professions since it is the unselfish rendering of service to humanity. If it has become an economically rewarding one now, the monetary value of nursing services is but the icing on the cake and not the substance of it. Even as nursing students, we can truthfully declare that the smile on our patients’ faces when we have even in a small measure alleviated their pain and anxieties is more than reward in itself.
It is not easy being a nursing student since we have more than our share of hardships - from high tuition, expensive paraphernalia, sleepless nights, cramming, failures, and rigid school requirements not to mention doing away with weekend gimmicks. Whatever reasons we have for pursuing this course – be it the lure of the greener pastures or the chance of going abroad, or just the supreme gratification of being of service to others, people should understand and clear themselves of all these misconceptions.
I, for one, am taking up nursing, although it was never my choice. I too, had misconceptions of the nursing profession, but here I am, enjoying every single experience of it, and realizing that my parents had made the right decision after all.
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A lot of people judge nursing students, immediately regarding us as “green pasture” seekers, because of the number of opportunities that supposedly await us upon graduation. There is some truth to this, of course, because the recruitment of Philippine nurses for posting in overseas positions has been escalating in recent years, and in the midst of our present gloomy economic scenario, young professionals can hardly be blamed for heeding the call of the almighty dollar. This seeming materialistic pursuit of those enrolled in the nursing course has also led to the further misconception that nursing students are a swellheaded lot.
These are just some of the prejudices that people have on high school graduates, second coursers, doctors and other professionals who are taking up nursing. It is most unfair for them to think so, because nursing is one of the noblest professions since it is the unselfish rendering of service to humanity. If it has become an economically rewarding one now, the monetary value of nursing services is but the icing on the cake and not the substance of it. Even as nursing students, we can truthfully declare that the smile on our patients’ faces when we have even in a small measure alleviated their pain and anxieties is more than reward in itself.
It is not easy being a nursing student since we have more than our share of hardships - from high tuition, expensive paraphernalia, sleepless nights, cramming, failures, and rigid school requirements not to mention doing away with weekend gimmicks. Whatever reasons we have for pursuing this course – be it the lure of the greener pastures or the chance of going abroad, or just the supreme gratification of being of service to others, people should understand and clear themselves of all these misconceptions.
I, for one, am taking up nursing, although it was never my choice. I too, had misconceptions of the nursing profession, but here I am, enjoying every single experience of it, and realizing that my parents had made the right decision after all.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
sentiments of a cockroach-hater..
wait! befor i finally log off and shut down my pc and rest my super tired brain cells, i must share first a few sentiments on cockroaches..
earlier, while i was watching kuba, i had to charge my fon kai lowbat nmn. pag padong naku ug plug sa charger bah, naa btaw nai pisti na uk uk na hapit na gyud mucrawl saku hand kai naa cya sa may outlet dapit. kayatzz na labay gyud nako ang akong fon bungkag na pod, hehe yawa ning mga uk uk sa kalibutan ui.. nya c sam, my dog, ka kita man cya sa uk uk, na lingaw pud cya, nakig duwa pud cya intawn sa uk uk ug gi itsa2x niya. and i have a feeling na gi kaon toh niya kai the next hing i knew, wa na nako nakita ug balik ang uk uk. hehe :D so sam is definitely not going to sleep with me on my bed tonight. hhe luoy au naa ra cya sa floor karon. hehe. ugma nlng cya sleep with me again after his bath kai he definitely needs to brush his teeth :D
what is the problem with cockroaches?! i hate them. they're the most yuck creatures alive. this is not my first encounter with mga uk2x. believe me, there are plenty more, and some are even funnier than what happened tonight, but that is not my point. nagkadaghan na jud ang mga uk2x sa kalibutan, and i just wish they be scrapped out from the face of the earth.
wahh katugon na gyud ko. wahhh
earlier, while i was watching kuba, i had to charge my fon kai lowbat nmn. pag padong naku ug plug sa charger bah, naa btaw nai pisti na uk uk na hapit na gyud mucrawl saku hand kai naa cya sa may outlet dapit. kayatzz na labay gyud nako ang akong fon bungkag na pod, hehe yawa ning mga uk uk sa kalibutan ui.. nya c sam, my dog, ka kita man cya sa uk uk, na lingaw pud cya, nakig duwa pud cya intawn sa uk uk ug gi itsa2x niya. and i have a feeling na gi kaon toh niya kai the next hing i knew, wa na nako nakita ug balik ang uk uk. hehe :D so sam is definitely not going to sleep with me on my bed tonight. hhe luoy au naa ra cya sa floor karon. hehe. ugma nlng cya sleep with me again after his bath kai he definitely needs to brush his teeth :D
what is the problem with cockroaches?! i hate them. they're the most yuck creatures alive. this is not my first encounter with mga uk2x. believe me, there are plenty more, and some are even funnier than what happened tonight, but that is not my point. nagkadaghan na jud ang mga uk2x sa kalibutan, and i just wish they be scrapped out from the face of the earth.
wahh katugon na gyud ko. wahhh
hospital blues
i spent the entire afternoon in the hospital today to look after my mommy, and talk abowt major boredom, meeehhn! thank god for cable tv gyud. although sometimes i dont get it with this cable channels bcoz just when you are really, really bored nah, they dont have anything nice to show. so i just slept. well, i did wake up once in a qhile whenever my mom has a request or whenever someone came in to check on her, be it nurses or her doctors. xempweh, being the usyusera gurl that i am, which has proved very useful in the course that im taking, naminaw gyud ko to whatever they say / ask / or instruct my mom. eh di thats added knowledge nah for me!ü
anyway, my mommy's doin okei nah.. shez a lot more stable now, compared to last night when everything still came as a shock for her. she cant wait to have her operation, since the sooner shez operated, the lesser the gastos.. we were thinking that she could be operated nah tomorrow pero di pa diay pede kai lah pa xa na cleared on a few exams. so it was postponed to wednesday.
the total cost of her hospitalization sums up to about 80 thou, give or take a few more expenditures. but we were assured that the 80 thousand covers everything nah, from hospital fees, the physicians' professional fees, xrays, lab tests, and even the rehabilitative therapy after the surgery. wooohh! that's some kinda big amount hah.. we're not worried mn on how to pay it, pero fo course, its ANUGON =( the money could be used for a lot more things pa untah.. but sometimes, things like these can never be avoided. sometimes, there really are incidents that cant be prevented. accidents do happen, and they happen to anyone at anytime. the sad thing lang bowt it is the fact that there are certain situations that we totally have no control of. and welpz, that's life..
okei i have to stop. i have the feeling that im running in circles nah. im not making sense anymore with what im sayuing. heehü call it a hangover. im tired. and i need sleep. tomorrow is another day. i hope i never wake up. okei. i take it back. i wish i never have to wake up early.
anyway, my mommy's doin okei nah.. shez a lot more stable now, compared to last night when everything still came as a shock for her. she cant wait to have her operation, since the sooner shez operated, the lesser the gastos.. we were thinking that she could be operated nah tomorrow pero di pa diay pede kai lah pa xa na cleared on a few exams. so it was postponed to wednesday.
the total cost of her hospitalization sums up to about 80 thou, give or take a few more expenditures. but we were assured that the 80 thousand covers everything nah, from hospital fees, the physicians' professional fees, xrays, lab tests, and even the rehabilitative therapy after the surgery. wooohh! that's some kinda big amount hah.. we're not worried mn on how to pay it, pero fo course, its ANUGON =( the money could be used for a lot more things pa untah.. but sometimes, things like these can never be avoided. sometimes, there really are incidents that cant be prevented. accidents do happen, and they happen to anyone at anytime. the sad thing lang bowt it is the fact that there are certain situations that we totally have no control of. and welpz, that's life..
okei i have to stop. i have the feeling that im running in circles nah. im not making sense anymore with what im sayuing. heehü call it a hangover. im tired. and i need sleep. tomorrow is another day. i hope i never wake up. okei. i take it back. i wish i never have to wake up early.
Monday, October 24, 2005
death, dying, and hospitalizations..
i watched armaggedon on star movies earlier this evening, and i once again caught myself in tears.. sad kai someone had to die to save the world and in order for the happiness of someone. im sure u noe the story of bruce willis giving up his life, in place of ben affleck's para sa happiness nilasa iyang daughter.. which was sweet bya gyud.. gawd, i am such a sap for these dramas..
anyhow, speaking of death and of dramas of my own, death totally DOES scare the living shit outta me. im not ready to die yet since i still have a lot of things to prove to other people, most especially to my family and to myself. and im not ready sad for any of my loved ones to die, labi na gyud akong parents. its not because i still depend on them financially. im the youngest in a family of six children where every one of my siblings are working nah, so basically, im still going to be well provided for, should any of them die. but i dont want either of my parents die yet because i still would want them to see me grow up. to be there with me on my graduation day, to encourage me when i apply for my first job, to teach me driving lessons when i buy my first car, to help me select a house when i would like to live on my own, to give me away on my wedding day, to be with me as i give birth to my first child, and to spend christmas with me and my children.. i dont want them to die yet because they still have to help me and to see me become successful and even better than what my other siblings have become. they just cant die yet. i still have dreams for them. they have to be there with me!
what happened earlier gave me a really big scare. we were in my sister's new house where my mommy was putting up new curtains. we were about to go home nah, i wuz even waiting for a taxi nah. i wasnt even there when it happened. it so happens na mommy had to make tarong just a tiny fold sa curtain when na off balance ang chair that she was stepping on. pag tukod nya, nag they heard a crack daw. the next thing i knew when i came back inside the house was my mom on the floor nah, grimacing in pain. being the wanna-be nurse that i am, i did what first came into mind. to splint the leg. then came my prescriptions of ibuprofen (which was the only medication present) to temporarily relieve the pain. then my dad came over after we called him, and he got us an ambulance. i didnt go with them to the hospital since i had to go home pah to get mommy's atm card and a few clothes. when i got to the hospital around 30 minutes later, i started to busy myself with mommy nah. good thing we have this family friend na doctor so she easily got things speeded up for us..
the xray results showed two broken bones in the left lower leg. both tibia and fibula had cracked. good thing daw it didnt get dislocated yet, coz had it been, it would have been more painful. spriral fracture lng daw ang nahitabo and bcoz of good handling and transportation, it didnt complicate much to be a sever fracture yet. wala pang results as to what intervention is to be taken but we have a feeling that it defintely is going to be a surgical procedure. but there are still high hopes for a cast - which would cost less and would need less rehabilitative therapy.
what happened tonight showed me how mature and more responsible i am nah now. imagine, i withdrew 10 thou in cash and around 6 thou is still in my shorts pocket pah right now. basically, i wuz the one who did first aid and while we were there in the emergency room, i wuz the one asking questions to the doctor, and while were already roomed in, i wuz the one who changed mommy's clothes, and other nursing stuff..
my dad and i agreed that he would stay for the night and i come back in the morning bringing other things that they might need, and to make asikaso my mommy. so here i am blogging my first blog. its not much yet and there's still a lot of work to be done with the layout and everything, but i promiss to get back to it as soon as i have the time. as of the moment, i need to get some sleep and energy for i have nursing duties to do tomorrow. *sigh* and here i wuz thinking that this would be a stress-free sembreak. lolx. :D but its okei, it will be a learning experience man for me, and it sure is making me feel important..ü
anyhow, speaking of death and of dramas of my own, death totally DOES scare the living shit outta me. im not ready to die yet since i still have a lot of things to prove to other people, most especially to my family and to myself. and im not ready sad for any of my loved ones to die, labi na gyud akong parents. its not because i still depend on them financially. im the youngest in a family of six children where every one of my siblings are working nah, so basically, im still going to be well provided for, should any of them die. but i dont want either of my parents die yet because i still would want them to see me grow up. to be there with me on my graduation day, to encourage me when i apply for my first job, to teach me driving lessons when i buy my first car, to help me select a house when i would like to live on my own, to give me away on my wedding day, to be with me as i give birth to my first child, and to spend christmas with me and my children.. i dont want them to die yet because they still have to help me and to see me become successful and even better than what my other siblings have become. they just cant die yet. i still have dreams for them. they have to be there with me!
what happened earlier gave me a really big scare. we were in my sister's new house where my mommy was putting up new curtains. we were about to go home nah, i wuz even waiting for a taxi nah. i wasnt even there when it happened. it so happens na mommy had to make tarong just a tiny fold sa curtain when na off balance ang chair that she was stepping on. pag tukod nya, nag they heard a crack daw. the next thing i knew when i came back inside the house was my mom on the floor nah, grimacing in pain. being the wanna-be nurse that i am, i did what first came into mind. to splint the leg. then came my prescriptions of ibuprofen (which was the only medication present) to temporarily relieve the pain. then my dad came over after we called him, and he got us an ambulance. i didnt go with them to the hospital since i had to go home pah to get mommy's atm card and a few clothes. when i got to the hospital around 30 minutes later, i started to busy myself with mommy nah. good thing we have this family friend na doctor so she easily got things speeded up for us..
the xray results showed two broken bones in the left lower leg. both tibia and fibula had cracked. good thing daw it didnt get dislocated yet, coz had it been, it would have been more painful. spriral fracture lng daw ang nahitabo and bcoz of good handling and transportation, it didnt complicate much to be a sever fracture yet. wala pang results as to what intervention is to be taken but we have a feeling that it defintely is going to be a surgical procedure. but there are still high hopes for a cast - which would cost less and would need less rehabilitative therapy.
what happened tonight showed me how mature and more responsible i am nah now. imagine, i withdrew 10 thou in cash and around 6 thou is still in my shorts pocket pah right now. basically, i wuz the one who did first aid and while we were there in the emergency room, i wuz the one asking questions to the doctor, and while were already roomed in, i wuz the one who changed mommy's clothes, and other nursing stuff..
my dad and i agreed that he would stay for the night and i come back in the morning bringing other things that they might need, and to make asikaso my mommy. so here i am blogging my first blog. its not much yet and there's still a lot of work to be done with the layout and everything, but i promiss to get back to it as soon as i have the time. as of the moment, i need to get some sleep and energy for i have nursing duties to do tomorrow. *sigh* and here i wuz thinking that this would be a stress-free sembreak. lolx. :D but its okei, it will be a learning experience man for me, and it sure is making me feel important..ü
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