aussie day celebration

The day i was released from the hospital was the australia day celebration. I feel somehow guilty because my friends are so depending on me to get the plans sorted out and enjoy such a beautiful day with a smile. But bcoz of my condition [refer to the hand thing], i spoiled half of the lovely sunny day... But it aint over till its over. We ate some taste of yashinoya which i truly miss back home. Its a treat for me after getting sick of hospital food. After that we went to hyde park and saw a mob enjoying this beautiful festivity. Music. Food. Ole ole ole... People are chanting this and it really makes it even crazy coz people stick the aussie flag on their faces. We began to search for that tatoo to get the feel of this temporary madness. Had some fun looking at the museum where we can see where history began. Saw some places where convicts used to live. They have a lot of hammocks and there were even shadow cardboards of how the convicts used to act... We took a rest at the botanical garden and had so much fun feeling relaxed and not worrying at anything.

What a day... c',) Kick back and relax and see the pictures!

the attack of the mozzie

I think i developed a paranoia of any sort of insects. Yesterday, i saw a lot of mozzie as in mozquito. I quickly attacked them with a weapon called baygon. Unfortunately, i felt outnumbered. I got 3 mozzie bites. But who've got the last laugh. Theyre dead. Bwahaha..

The other day, i saw heaps of spider on the wall. I used my deadly weapon anmd saw 3 of them dead. I still feel im not satisfied so i got my gigantic match [which i use for cooking] and lit them up until they burn to ashes. Thats how mad i am from those stupid insects for making me stay in the hospital for one night and spoiling my holiday plans.

but just as i woke up i saw the mozzie bites had swollen severely. I was really alarmed and too confused about what to do. Immediately i thought of the possibility of returning to the stupid hospital who doesnt know anything! But i breathe and decided to google this horrific mozzie bite. I found out that their bite could result to a swelling as big as 5 cents or 25 centavos in peso. Since it will be tremendously itchy, if you scratch it it will mutate to a 20 cents size swelling or five peso equivalent. I learned that you just have to place it on ice so that it will stop the itch. I did it. and the swelling began to reduce.

so when im in another mozzie attack ill know better how to fight. Talk about the art of mozzie war.

treat urself with a cake! life can be a piece of cake anyway..

I always live by a new hope when every bit of problems used to pile up. Got this motto of having a new beginning when I have chance to renew and start anew. I know this is out of context. But I can say life is a piece of cake! We can all live to be happy. Make our lives better by simplicity. Too much work can worsen our mood and make us ugly. Well, I know I just finished one of my audit clients. And I want to feel fresh and look good. I want to think of all the deadlines as something that will be eventually finished at the end of the day. Don't mind about how we're going to survive as long as we feel happy and satisfied about how we live our life everyday.

For the above reason, I bought a chocolate yummy cake for myself. I know its Friday and I know that I got tons of workload undone. But just treting yourself with something that would make you happy would really be a priceless thing coz you feel light despite this horrible job. I know that this will add a few pounds but if that will make me happy, then my conscience says that I'll go for it!

See the picture to see what I mean.. Cheers!

E.R. scene... the hand problem!

Two saturdays ago, I felt this itchy feeling on my left middle finger. It seems different but tolerable. So I just go on with the same routinary work at office still refusing to believe that it's busy once again.

Then finally, Wednesday came. My left hand looks different. It suddenly became a gigantic hand of a 300lbs monster. I can't move it. It was like there is a strange poison inside my middle finger because I feel like someone is squezzing it from the inside. It's tremendously itchy and started to get painful.

I rushed back to the office. Telling my manager that I can't work anymore. Letting her feel that even though we have a deadline at stake my condition cannot accommodate any work at all. Good thing she said that I can go. One frustrating thing is that I dunno any doctors at all. Most clinics and general practitioners are already closed. Fortunately, Eric (officemate) helped me look for a hospital with emergency room. Renee also helped me a lot in rushing me to the hospital and helpmed me in understand this weird situation will pass through, which up to now I don't know the reason for such horrific experience. It's funny because I was going to the ER walking normal and realising it doesn't look like any ER scene! Anyway, I was feeling good but I want my hand to become normal once again but when the doctor told me that I'll be confined my sight went dark and I am almost on the point of getting really insane.

But there's nothing we can do about this because they even told me that it is necessary for me to stay overnight.. If I would resist it might be chopped down! huh?! This doesn't make any sense at all. But I adhere to their request. I stayed there. Still in shock. I was wondering what Renee was doing outside. And after 30 minutes. I was back from reality and told her the bad news. She helped me buy my stuff (slippers, banana, orange juice, kfc lunch box meal!!, extra shirt, toothbrush and toothpaste, soap, towel, my backpack with my beloved ipod!). I was still in a state of shock when they assigned me to a bed so that I could lie down. But I refused to lie down in the bed. It's supposed to be a holiday for me tomorrow. How about my plans in going to the beach and celebrate the Australia day? Waaaah!! And I realised that my ipod doesnt have power! I went bzerk! I feel bad for myself for having experience all this!

But when my food finally arrived, I became normal once again. I have already accepted the fact that I am going to celebrate my very first Australia day in the hospital with all those tubes on my veins. But that's the way life goes...

Then I slept...

Upon waking up, I took some shower and was informed that they are going to move me in Sydney Hospital! WHAAT?!?! It only means that they are not competent enough to know how to keep my swollen hand back to normal? What kind of institution is this? Did they even study medicine for crying out loud! Anyway, after a few dull moments, I was informed that they will release me and I just have to take antibiotics till 2 Feb..

And upon reaching the exit, I feel like getting out of an asylum. I'm happy because my friends are there waiting for me. So I realised that even though I am here and my family is back home. Somehow somebody still there for me through the bad times.

One thing I learned is how caregivers and nurses mean so much for the sick people. I mean I was literally craving for their attention. To know about my condition and someone I could talk to.

On a different light I formulated a hypothesis that this whole damn thing is caused by a stupid insect that according to ghie should be named as R.I. short for Rondz Insect which is wandering in my room during the times I spent in the hospital. I learned to ensure that somehow I should do a regular cleaning and to keep everything neat.
















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