and so it goes...

Running around the floor by yourself is crazy, good thing I have all my regular soldiers with me, and the floor is shiny enough, I can even use my roller blades... Mid noon, Mr. H passed by my station rolling with his walker and greeted me "Happy Easter", happy Easter too I said.  I threw him a very straightforward pun known between the two of us-- "will you have a fresh Bunny or the spoiled one?"  "Nahhh, she will divorce me soon". Mr. H is pretty new in my Clinic but the big guy has a big laugh and personality that he easily made friends around.  I often have small conversation with my patients every time I do my assessments.  He told me one day that his spoiled Bunny is leaving him soon.  I listened to him while he was recounting all their good memories, and that she just got tired of him. I could sense the sadness in his voice... I tapped his foot and declared "we're done here, keep checking your feet at home" whe

Being appreciated for your work is nice but we don't often get that as we are "paid" to do such job or work. Darn! I don't get "likes" often, even in my FB posts. Being "liked" is even nicer especially in my other world, my third world.  Easy, don't get confused -- I work three jobs, not four, not a quartet loads, but 3.  There is my Kingdom, my safe-driving spree job and this third world.  The last patient I had yesterday in my third world was an all-smiling 9-year old boy, despite his nagging cough.  After working with him, I wrapped up the consult reminding the little guy not to smoke.  He giggled and said "I don't smoke".  Yes, I know that, I replied, but keep away from all those second hand smoke as it could trigger your cough.  He giggled even more.  While walking them out to the lobby door, the giggly boy was pulling his Mom's arm and whispered "I like her". Mom announced while i

What could you possibly do in straight eight hours of your day? Work!  Hmm, possible, but I am normally off on a Sunday. Sleep!  Hmm, I like that better, but not on a midday. Watch TV!  Be a couch-potato.  Hmm, I like that even better.  But of course unless I have cable. I drove Ande to San Diego yesterday to meet up with some of her high school classmates, one, straight from the Philippines.  When we arrived there, they started their casual hellos, I finished two of Obi-Wan Kenobi's death sticks and they were not done yet with their first hellos.  Rissa, the hostess finally offered lunch to the nearest Mexican restaurant.  We were seated in a corner of the patio as they will be loud and noisy according to the four of them.  And it went even louder when the fifth one arrived. So there was Rissa, Ande, Grace, Ely and Lolit... the RAGEL were indeed loud. I sat myself in the far-end so they can be closer to each other but somehow the sun's light bothered most o

Growing up, we have that graphic bible books that we've outgrown.  I remembered those days where we (my siblings) snuggled our small-framed bodies to each other just to share those books and (that) one small book about the monkey and the turtle. So... When I am lost  or out of sight , I am just in any place or aisle with books.   Bookstores is my playground.   I’m a late bloomer though… when I was a kid. I don’t have that pleasure or leisure to visit a bookstore, nor the money to spend on books.   I was introduced to a library when I was already in high school (as the school had its own library).   Unfortunately I don’t have, again, the pleasure to spend my free time hugging all those books in the library as we needed to help out in household chores.   I only visit the library on a per need basis But I do not like libraries.   There is that feeling of suffocation when you walk through a quiet, quaint, dim lighted book aisles… THOUGH the scent of old books is exhil

I have a nagging headache for the past days, its symptoms are that of a cluster headache but I have some episodes of a tension headache and that of a migraine.  I tried to fix my glasses when I wear them, trying to reposition it in a way that will give me a clear visual of what I am reading. Darn!  I think I needed to change my glasses or I have a migraine now???  But Excedrin Migraine did not even help. 08:15 pm yesterday, after working by myself in the Urgent Care, I felt my head was light and the headache was not there.  I sat in my car for a little while, trying to listen to the stillness of the night in the parking lot... waiting for that throbbing pain in my head. Nada! No tension at all.  It was all quiet up there, in my head.  I can't even hear the noise of my car engine... Hmm...maybe the view from my nook calmed my head? Ahh!  After all, that nagging headache I was carrying for days was just stress!  My head was still light while cruising the busy,

I don't shop that much because I end up picking an item on impulse or I find myself going to and fro in an aisle. Undecisive.. that is me!  I wonder if I am really a Taurean when I cannot even decide on what to eat for dinner! Ande was complaining, her stomach is growling now...she asked me if I'm hungry.  I said yes.  Then, she asked me what I wanted for dinner, told her I don't know but I'm hungry. At Panera Bread, she brushed me aside and ordered her meal, so I thought, but I saw her handing her card to the Cashier, gave me the cup for my drink.  Without hesitation, I followed her to the table, asked her what she got me... she said "same old, same old". I smiled. That's just me.  I chomp on my "same old, same old" or I end up staring at the menu forever or even walk out of the store empty handed... ah, with an empty stomach. Now I wonder, how could Mr. E missed his treatment for no reason at all? G.

Let me introduce y’all to my uncanny sitter, it’s his birthday today.  I’ve known him back in nursing school. He was the artist, actor, and clown of the class.... and the head mistress of the group’s galivanting spree.   Those were the years... he is still the same Khris I knew... still an artist by heart! G.  

Yesterday was my regular  safe driving spree (is there any safe spree?)  job, which took me a good 150-miles only and I was already ahead of my schedule!  See, I told you,  I will get  used to driving around again.  Hmmm, I can be an UBER or Lyft driver in SoCal... During my rounds, I bumped into some Doctors I worked with in the Kingdom.  Most were surprised to see me doing the rounds.  Lately, I didn't get any of those usual ' hey, I didn't know you are an NP ' or ' ah, am I in a wrong place or you are?' Bumped into Dr. Sara yesterday, who is an early bird too.  I was done seeing my patients in that clinic while she was just starting hers, we had our casual greetings, then she asked me in a friendly manner,  " so how do you like the rounds?  Seeing patients is nice and better, right?" Told her I'm getting the hang out of it.  Liar! Actually, I am worried about the quality of my service because of the number of patients I n

How fortunate I am to end  my week hustling with the most toxic family member (over-the-phone) of one patient from the other side of the Kingdom!  He won't let me finish with my explanation, instead, he sounded like a dragon spitting fire in my ear!  I guess I was yelling on top of my lungs that I disturbed the whole Clinic... my bad. I hate Fridays!!!  Here I go again with my never ending story of I hate Fridays! Ahh, don't you just wish you were in the Philippines right now??? Yes! Back in the Philippines when Friday hits, I was always in the front row of the bandwagon called TGIF... much more it's first Friday!  Most Filipinos observe the first Friday of the month-- hearing mass, I don't or I did not.  My bad.  Maybe because I was schooled too much with nuns and priests shattered in the four corners of my nook.  My Fridays back then were made, above all, for myself or what I called my "self-awareness" thing--- either, with mysel