Scene That Breaks Me Into Tears

It's not a movie scene but a real life scene!

Thursday mid-morning, I went to the hospital kitchen to drink a glass of cold water. Along the way, I will pass the Pediatric room. A room for toddlers and kids who are patients of the hospital. While drinking the cold water, I can hear the bustling of nurse's and a mother's cry  which makes me wonder!

I went out of the kitchen and saw two men standing in the Pediatrics' door. One man said, "wala na!" which means, there's no hope. Out of curiosity, I peek at the door and saw a mother who turned her back on the child and cried. When I looked at the child, my heart's crushed. I pity him. His eyes are not blinking and blank. The child has a high fever and convulsing. His nose has an oxygen tube to help him breath.

After watching the child for a moment, I went to the shop and watched the computer screen, blankly. I can not take the child off my mind. I ran to the room because my eyes are burning with tears. My husband asked me what happened. I told him, I pity a child in pedia room and I want to help him but restrain myself. Medical staff like nurses were around to help him. I only know one for home cases especially for emergencies in which my mother taught me. My father had thrown me in the bed when I was a toddler. He thought I'm dead because I'm black and blue. But then, I cried when a relative who is also a midwife bite a part of my foot. Like the child, when I have a fever, I'll be in a convulsive pits.

Yesterday, the child went out of the hospital. He's alive and I hope his mother learns a lesson from being careless when it comes to his child's health.

Christmas Wish List

Three more weeks and it's Christmas! Do you have a list of christmas wish, all ready? That's good! Make sure, you give a bright smile to your godfathers and godmothers, as well. Make them hear you out loud!

Anyway, I created my list, too. Most of the things are for my baby and these are:

This photo is NOT MINE

1. Crib
I'm really dying to buy a crib for my baby. It doesn't matter if the crib is not branded as long as it's wide like the photo above. I prefer a pre-loved or christmas discounts because it's cheaper compared to regular prices. First, baby is very active, now. He likes to explore, crawl, kick, stand and slap both his hands like a tom-tom. He sleeps but wakes up in 20 mins when no one is sleeping with him. We're not around to look after him all the time especially when he's asleep. To be honest, he falls thrice, though. I am afraid of the effects mentally and emotionally on his fall. Glad his Angel is always there to catch him! Twice, the big pillow falls first and baby tumbles on it.

2. Cellphone
I think it's 2 - 3 years, that the key pad of my cell phone is broken. That's why, it's difficult for me to reply to messages sent to my cell phone. What I do is, I use Chikka, an online sms or borrow someone else's cellphone and create a message. The service charge for a broken key pad of a Nokia 7310 Super Nova is P800 to P1,000 pesos. I'm completely satisfied with my cell phone, keypad is the only problem! So, sponsors, I'm ringing your bell! :)

3. Baby Toys
Third wish, toys for my baby that stimulates his mind and fun in learning. It's christmas, there were a lot of bazaars and malls who offers sales and big discounts for this month. Wish I can buy one or two for my baby. Pre-loved toys is my second choice.

That's the top three on my lists! Hopefully, I can provide it for my baby! 

Merry Christmas To One and All!!

Frozen Dreams


Another gray spot of my life has resurfaced, again. I put it behind but I can not help letting it grow, again. The memory of frozen dreams is crushing my emotions. These are my broken dreams and wishes. I'm dying to buy a crib for my son and invest in a small online business of reloading. But, it went to a puff when I've been waiting for a certain moolah for a few months now. It crushes my heart and soul.

Is this what, another failure of broken dreams? Broken dream makes my heart ache, silently.  It makes my heart cry and agonized my soul. Guess, I have to give it up. Slowly, it heals but will leave a scar and lessons to uphold. Time can tell when this heartache vanish. Perhaps, when the sun starts to shine again, in time.

Thank You, Mommy Peh!

I am really, really surprised, Mommy Peh! Thank you very much! 
 I have fun eating these chocolates! I devoured it, though!
My husband asked me to give him one of the M & M's!
It's a SWEET SURPRISE from Make or Break!


Orange Oil Secretions

Warning! I used words that are only for adults and terms that are unpleasant to some people! Stop and don't read any further.

Two days ago, I woke up in the morning feeling greasy! "What's wrong from my behind?", I asked myself. I am overweight and sometimes, we have oil secretions from behind. So, I think it is normal! I stood up from my bed and went out to the restroom to pee. I'm surprised on what I saw! Oil secretions flow and bubble in the water of a toilet bowl. It has an unpleasant smell. After seeing it, my mind race to a thousand negative possibilities that leads to fear. I thought that it's a symptom of a breast cancer because my breast is painful that time. Also, I thought that it's cervical cancer because I witness my mom's secretion when she had it, but it's not orange. I want to ask a doctor about it but then I feel ashamed and what if? What if he will tell the medical staff etcetera... 

So, I tried to calm myself and remember the internet. I sat down in one of the computers and searched for the strange oil that secretes from behind. I found the answer! It is caused by a fish named as Escolar
 
Photo Credits: Hard Labor is Seriously Ruining My Manicure
I remember now, our dinner was an Escolar fish known as Gindara in Tagalog. I told my husband about it and he's surprised that I ate it. When he tried to eat it, he vomited. Whenever my mother cooked this fish, she would fry it. Unlike the other day, it was stewed with vinegar, salt, and spices.


Be careful when you eat this fish!


References & Credits:
FDA: Photos of Commercial Product - Escolar
Hard Labor Is Seriously Ruining My Manicure