Dengue: Breaking the Fever but the Fight is Not Over

This September, I’m celebrating my 20th year of surviving Dengue Stage 4. Life has been good to me. I am forever grateful. I hope I have made good the second life lent to me.

 The 4 Stages of Dengue

Stage 1: Acute fever and upper respiratory symptoms

 · Stage 2: Fever subsides

· Stage 3: Circulatory failure, neurological problems, and hemorrhaging

· Stage 4: Shock and death (10% of all cases reach this stage)

 

Watch out for Stage 2. It doesn’t na magaling na ang patient.

 

Thanks to the bedside doctors who made sure I had a pulse 24/7 and the nurses who watched over my platelets. Thank you to Dr. Rustica Moran who made the decision to save my life when my platelets and pulse failed. I was a charity case.

 

The government hospitals cannot give that kind of attention to the 63,000 reported cases in 2010. I was lucky, 20 years ago. The 465 who died last year weren’t so lucky.

 

http://www.doh.gov.ph/healthadvisories/dengue/

Waisted Happiness

Norway’s tragedy make me sad.

Our President’s weak promises make me mad.

So I pray and count my blessings. Right now, happiness for Waisty is:

1. Being healthy –  I never thought it would be so much fun. I have some kind of 1 hour exercise at least 4 times a week — either biking, swimming or boxing (see Number 2) I love eating veggies so eating healthy wasn’t much of a stretch. I feel great about making baon a priority. I feel great. I feel stronger and less sickly now.  Madali lang pala. Don’t tell my mom and my lolo kasi mga one-upper yung mga yun, aapihin lang ako. They like harping me on my weaknesses. They keep me in line that way.
2. Boxing – I tried two sessions. Every inch of my body hurts but I’ll be back for more. I normally suck at sports but I feel good about boxing. I feel strong, fast, healthy… and beautiful. Thanks to The Goat Locker Boxing Gym in Marikina.
3. Excellent Customer Service from this dude from SM Marikina. Sabi namin tuloy “Gusto mo bang mag-call center?”
4. Organic Beauty Care … it’s local and it’s affordable. I know I sound like an ad but i luvluvluv humanheartnature!
5. Buying a new house. Yessss! We’re almost there!
6. Love. ‘Nuff said.
7. Giving my mom a nice hair dye. (i’m kinda good at this)
8. Experiencing all this with my awesome family.

There will be posts (and pics!) about each little piece of happiness. But right now, I need a massage so I can work tonight. Now let that be pieces #9 and #10!

New Link: Reluctant Stylista

Featured Blog: Reluctant Stylista 

I asked one cool Filipina to join my blogroll. She is a great inspiration for girls who are not of the cookie-cutter kind.

Check out her blog here.

Thanks, Alex, for sharing your adventures in fashion with us.

The Horrorist

Here’s something I got from Manila ToyCon 2011. It’s strange that I went to a ToyCon and all I bought was comics. Still a true book and comics lover.

I got interested because it’s a spinoff from Hellblazer (the John Constantine comics, you noobs!) I really enjoyed it because I can relate to Constantine. We both can be big emotional blockheads. I won’t give a review because I don’t wanna give any spoilers.

 

 

 

Why am I not sweet

Sweetness is a good trait. This I know. It brings people together, makes you seem more approachable. It build bridges and is excellent for personal and career networking.

I, however, am not sweet. I am cold to most people and I hardly have friends.

Sometimes I’m okay with this, sometimes… not so much. I am mostly happy alone but I know I need other people.

Empathy seems a lot of work for me. It’s hard to reach out to  people and be genuinely interested in their lives.

I am a social cripple.

ToyCon Manila 2011

Arrived Day 2 at around 7PM so there wasn’t much to see. But here you go: Enjoy!

Food Rabbit

Happy Easter Folks!

Remember this post?

Here’s a little fella out for revenge

Why Birds are Evil

For some of my friends who might not yet be aware, I am afraid of hate don’t like birds. I have Ornithophobia.

I don’t care if they’re pretty and colorful. I don’t care if they’re an integral part of natural pollination. I don’t care if they sing. I don’t care if you think they’re cute.

Maybe its the beak, the filthy feathers, the reptillian feet (although I have no issues with lizards), the sharp claws, the alien expressionless eyes… the ugly greedy birdlings! The Avian flu! The avian ticks! The watery poo. Sucks to your chirping Php200.00 lovebirds!

Case #1 – Thanksgiving in San Fernando, Pampanga
A rabid turkey from hell that chases down a10-year-old girl in a red Batibot shirt. We have identified this turkey as a 30-pound bird, brown flared-up feathers, ugly red wrinkled face, red wattles (described by the victim as “the bird’s facial scrotum”) Said turkey can kick you with aforementioned reptillian feet and sharp talons that hurt and scar like hell. The victim’s identity shall be protected, as being a minor at the time of the incident. Let’s call her Waisty.

Case #2 – Totoy Resbak
This incident is evidence of their gangsta-like behavior. Pecking upon the white-stockinged feet of a certain midwifery student having lunch at an eatery beside her school, a juvenile chicken gets kicked to the curb. A few moments later, this juvenile returns with his ‘brotha’, a 40 pound turkey. Gobbles proceeded to terrorize said lady-in-white, amid the laughter of Juvenile Chicken and members of the student body.

Case # 3 – Just this Friday, 2010
Such behavior is not limited to turkeys . A stowaway lovebird, lemon yellow, 5 inches in height, was spotted to be stalking the gates of a young trainer’s home. Said lovebird perched upon the gate’s locking mechanism, as if attempting to trap the victim in. This is evidenced by the presence of acid bird poo on the padlock. Fortunately, the superhero named Lolo came to capture El Gorrion del Amor (aka Lovebird) The tiny villain battled hard with shrill shreaks and claw swipes and beak attacks. In the end, Lolo proved victorious with his hand grapple technique. The suspect is now under Lolo’s custody together with inmates Bonnie and Clyde.

I love my KFC. I love my omelettes. Case closed.

Stop

I have to stop being so honest.

Ang mga Munting Pangarap ni Bobi

Si Bobi ang Tatay ko.

Natatawa ko sa kanya. Nilibre ko siya ng almusal kahapon. Pambawi kasi di ko siya sinipot nung Fathers’ Day.

Bobi: Tinatanong ka nga pala sakin ni Jun.

Ako: Jun?

Bobi:  Si Jun Cruz Reyes. Mag workshop ka daw sa kanya.

Ako: Ahhh.

(sorry for the name-drop)

Natatawa ko sa kanya. Hanggang ngayon umaasa pa rin na makakapagsulat ako ng seryoso. Palanca daw. Sayang daw. Di naman ako karapatdapat sa pagsusulat.

Ibang-iba talaga sila ng Nanay ko. Ibang-iba ang pangarap para sakin.

Tumango na lang ako kay Bobi. Paano mo sasabihin sa sarili mong ama na nilamon na ko ng corporate world at ng pag-pangarap sa ibang bansa? Paano ko sasabihin “Tay, salamat. Pero matagal na’kong patay.” ?

Di ko masabi dahil mahal ako ni Bobi.

Happy Fathers’ Day.