Spanglish Totoy Bato...

It's quiet now... on to my mundane existence-- I needed to live by it or leave it.

Hah mundane! I have a recent acquaintance who loved to play with words and her treasure chest of vocabulary is really, really, really monumental! That when I read her blog, I often find myself looking up for the meaning of some unfamiliar words. That's how massive it is, but I love reading her blog because I learn from it.

Okay, on to my mundane existence. The Sorceress is busy working her magic while I checked on each of her wands casted on all my patients now. Everything seemed to be working fine.

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I stopped by Totoy Bato seated in a corner. Asked how he was doing before I started my assessment. I continued to hold a conversation with him to a mundane chit-chat. My Totoy Bato is handling it well! He blurted out a three or four-words sentence in straight English! I'm awed! Finally our Totoy Bato is a certified Spanglish!

I remembered the very first time we have Totoy Bato, he was so shy, he didn't talk much as he doesn't speak any English at all. He did understand me in my crooked Spanish but sometimes I cannot keep up with him that I needed extra help---either I dial a friend or ask my legitimate translator (thanks Liz!)

As he became comfortable with us I urged him to keep watching English channels in the TV while in his seat. I am really rooting for Totoy Bato as he is still young; I teased and half-jokingly told him "tu puedes tener muchas novias as you like if you can be bilingual".

I hope he will continue to learn English so that the system will not eat him alive. I am still learning, it didn't stop, I needed to, while leading a mundane existence. I even find myself caught up in my own webbed and twisted tongue during my last job interview. Seriously.

Comments

I won't remember you....

I won’t remember you. I never remember anything that hurts me. Harsh huh! Acknowledging the pain and feeling it is one way but the easiest way there is when you have pain is to suck it up and forget about it. I did that. Done that. I learned to be cynical and stoical. I never remember anything that hurts me. When my father died, I only cried the day he was laid to rest. I cried hard in 2013 when I left my mother in a hospital bed without all her senses and memories…and the day she died. Crying helps. Instead of avoiding our feelings, we can simply feel them and forget about it. However, when events and circumstances overwhelm one to the point where they are an emotional wreck --- there’s always a medicine for it! So, Mrs. M got her dose. She passed away. It was sad. She was a happy soul. Someone just hurt me. I won’t remember you. I never remember anything that hurts me . G.

nothing is more...

Nothing is more.... needless to say, it is. There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. So try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud. Maya Angelou G

Dialysis: damned if you do. dead if you don't!!!

Pat is screaming “cramps! cramps! cramps!” Then the machine just went ballistic and gaga with all its might --- beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep… it didn’t stop until I got my butt off my freakin’ throne in the station. I tried to troubleshoot the machine at the same time alleviating pat’s pain. Muscle cramps are a common complication of hemodialysis treatments. Patients may have it in their hands, calf, legs, toes but the worst is in the stomach. It’s hard to help patient when they have stomach cramps as you cannot relieved it by shaking or massaging their tummies, funny. The machine didn’t stop beeping and the patient continued complaining. The machine is complaining now--- its chambers are clotting! Arghhhhh. When Pat moved her arm moved and so the fistula rolled. Restarted her treatment with new lines and stuck her again with new needles. I know that’s double jeopardy huh but we have to do what we needed to survive. Cr

and so it goes...

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