I had my check up yesterday. For the longest, my feet remains ginormous. I was asked by my doctor to have bed rest. Lie flat in bed for a week. Yey! This is life…. I really need a good rest. I am not happy with my performance appraisal in the office (what else is new?) but I do not want to make a fuss about it. I am doing away with stress, not that I can avoid it but I am trying to contain it as it exacerbate my condition. The doctor has changed my diuretics from potassium wasting to potassium sparing. I stopped taking the former because the last time I was outside running errands, the nightmare of having severe cramps happened to me. Not a good thing to happen on your birthday. Anyhoo, what am I to do for the next few days? I am thinking of some R and R. I cannot have a full body massage because of my bipedal edema but a good back massage would do.

As I was walking on my way to the jeepney stop, I passed a group of by-standers on the street. Within earshot I heard a middleaged man comment: Wala naman kame sakit ah, bakit ka nagtatakip?
This really ticked me off as how some people seem to be insensitive of others’ situation.
If I had a choice, why on earth would I submit myself to a seemingly freak show wearing mask walking on the street?
I just hope they’d remain in the pink of health. If they are.

Was the line of Dr. Lexie Grey to Dr. Izzie Stevens concerning the chances of survival of Patient X.

“My mom died of hiccups and what’s its odds? 100% survival? but she died of hiccups.”

Stevens presented the case to the interns for them to diagnose the problem. The interns are not aware that the patient is actually Stevens.

The diagnosis: Metastatic melanoma and the prognosis: patient will only live a few months (according to the interns).

Come to think of it, and let me channel Forrest Gump: Life is a box full of chocolate. You’ll never know what you’re gonna get.

While some have been diagnosed to live a certain number of months or years, some pass away sooner than expected due to mishaps. So who are we gonna tell how long can we actually live.

My two cents: live the day as if it were your last. Enjoy the things that you love to do while you still can.

Right now all I have to worry about is how to cut my toe nails.

I am thinking of pigging out in Chinatown, having a spa treatment or just walk around the metro. No worries for me today. It’s should be My Day.

Of course I have to go to church.

I chanced upon Oprah’s show on Hallmark. I think it’s a rerun. It’s about medical mysteries. IT featured two special cases of a 12-year old boy who’s taller than Shaq O’ Neil and a 26-year old lady who’s barely 4 feet.

well, what do we have in common? The constant stare. Ever since I started on taking immunosuppressant, I was advised by my doctor to wear a special face mask to protect myself whenever I am in public places.

I know that mine is temporary (God willing) but theirs would be forever.

I tend to stare back at people whenever I get the “judging” stare. Like, hello!, I am protecting myself from you and not the other way around!

There was this one time at Burger King when I snapped back at a service crew. I was asking if I could have the onion rings to go with the whopper meal but the grumpy lady asked in I-would-like-to-pretend-I-did-not-hear-way-but-I-did-not: “Ano?” (what?).

Guess what did I say?

I did not let her get asway with it. I asked: Are you mad? Do you still want your job?

I think that was enough for her to come to her senses.

I also got this treatment at Abenson at Waltermart, when no one seemed to “want” to sell their stuff to me. It’s their loss.

For almost a month, I am still trying to get the hang of it.

One the plus side, I sometimes get special treatment in some places like, letting me sit while on the train or getting help to close or open the door.

As Oprah has said, instead of staring at people who seem to look a little different, why not just smile at them?

I want to try (not to challenge) the claims of researchers that exercising helps release good hormones such as the endorphins and norepinephrines that in effect help reduce stress.

So I packed my stuff to hit the gym but I am not really excited. As I went out, it drizzled so I took a raincheck.

I just hit the kitchen and whipped out garlic and shrimp organic pasta paired with freshly squeezed lemonade.

Yummy!