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My life had been pretty terrible last week. It all started with the previous post, where my pity shows of fear combusted the paranoia in me until its flames consumed my innermost feelings of near death threats. That drove me to consult the nearest friendly clinic and chronicle the first-ever consultation of my entire life.
I became (a) patient. I shamelessly confessed my dizzy thoughts and incorporated it to the history of my stupid head accident. The doctor then (examined) looked at the scar covered by my hairy head and without any further ado, she advised me to undergo a skull x-ray and CBC (complete blood count) and gave me her usual scribbled prescription. On her medical speech, she also mentioned about CT scan and other tests God-knows-what, if in cases the advised tests would be negative. Instantaneous relief is what I got after the confession (which made me realize I should also confess all my sins to the priest), but not too long, I was kind of devastated before those succeeding medical terms and medical bills in the future.
Vertigo is Wherever I Will Go
I started to feel dizzy the moment I got up off bed last Saturday morning.
I still felt intermittent dizziness at work.
Dizziness also occurred when I laid down to sleep.
Today, I am “at a place called Vertigo \ It’s everything I wish I didn’t know \ Except you give me something I can feel \ Feel”. Now I am singing with U2.
“Hello! Hello? Are you still at a place called Vertigo?”
I am still in a dizzy mood, and now I am starting to freak out!
Vertigo, a specific type of dizziness, is a major symptom of a balance disorder.
…Vertigo can also be brought on suddenly through various actions or incidents, such as skull fractures or brain trauma, sudden changes of blood pressure, or as a symptom of motion sickness while sailing, riding amusement rides, airplanes or in a motor vehicle.
…Traumatic brain injury (TBI), traumatic injuries to the brain, also called intracranial injury, or simply head injury, occurs when physical trauma causes brain damage.
Source: Wikipedia.
I am also showing signs of Postconcussion Syndrome:
- Fatigue
- Sleep Disorder
- Headache
- Dizziness/Vertigo
- Irritability/Aggression
And I am also starting to feel these:
- Anxiety
- Depression/Lability
- Personality Changes
- Apathy
I am REALLY scared…
Ginatilan Left a Mark in my Head
Sh!t Accident happens. Was I lucky or unlucky?
I lost my balance in the CR and hit my head on a sharp edge. I was drunk. I did not know if I slept or I fainted from the impact. I could not seem to figure out how much time I spent lying in the cr with my head pillowing the edge.
Slash wound on my head. A little blood stain on my pillow when I woke up. I touched my lump (on my head). Blood.
I was still drunk.
I vomitted.
That could have ruined my entire day.
These pictures could not have been taken:
(These are the two of the three falls in Ginatilan, Cebu. They are the Inambakan and Kambugnawan Falls)
My Holy Week Vacation
When the holy day turns to night, we then flock the street and gather our candles and ready-made torches of dried coconut leaves. The fire would lighten the dark path, which is darker in rural areas where electricity is not yet discovered. The enactment is to commemorate that Jesus once walked with the cross on his shoulders. And every year, we lit the street as believed that He always passes by.
That People’s Champ’s Build
I was kinda shocked the moment I saw Manny Pacquiao on TV. That’s when he got face to face with Juan Manuel Marquez. I can’t think of a better word to describe my reaction to Pacman’s torso: Engrossed?
Yeah, right. He is fit. But he was like a malnourished kid with muscles. My cousin had the same impression. I think it’s the result of losing weight to qualify in that division.
Flipping channels, I then got spoiled with Kapamilya’s breaking news of Pacman’s victory, a strategic move of the network against Kapuso. Wheew! And is effective, because I did not dare to watch the replay after that.
Anyways, my 5 peso bill to Pacman for that bloody victory.
Booze Fasting
The last time I indulge in a sea of alcohol was two days before the frigging new year of the rat. I gulped and gulped like I never drank water in years! As a result, I was totally knocked off with hangover the following morning.
And when the new year came, I was still down and depressed. I almost got tempted with wine but I prefered to be clean with alcohol to start the new year. Part of the new year resolution.
Nineteen days later, I found myself hanging out with friends in a pizza place. Of course, there were a couple of beer cans, enough to quench the thirst.
Last week, my colleague celebrated his birthday, but I had a date with some of my other friends - the reason I escaped after the dinner treat. They had a booze feast until three in the morning.
Until now, I am still dry with booze.
This is not me.
Pretentious Slacker
Like in every other cinemas in the city, every last full show generously presents the Philippine national anthem. A stint like that of a flag retreat I would not miss during Elementary days, people stand up to show that they are, at least, patriotic.
But tonight, I did not care. I just sat in my most comfortable pose, anticipating for why Juno is entitled as such. I looked around the people and my friends, too, who were on their feet and I had these thoughts about the enactment.
Are we really true to ourselves when we stand for the anthem?
What my teacher told me is “to stand up straight.” So, is it invalid if we lax with one foot?
Am I being so treacherous to the anthem?
Who is pathetic? The one seating down or the pretentious slacker?
Both?
Lactose intolerance = LBM
Well, at least, for me. 
Last week, my stomach was sick of hyperacidity (dyspepsia?) so I abstained from Coke, iced tea, and most especially coffee, whose aroma is always a temptation whenever we hang out nearby the vending machine. Grrr!
Without asking my tummy if he was alright this afternoon, I savored a cup of coffee. And because I am still lactose intolerant, which I always ignore, I felt a thunderstorm in my tummy moments later.
There, I became a member of the Loose Bowel Movement. Again.
No-Scientific-Basis Experiment
I. Problem
I woke up 15 minutes before my work schedule. *Damn* I could have panicked in the shower and rushed directly to office, which is 15 minutes away on a smooth sailing jeepney, but my body was too tired from a dream I can hardly recall. God knows to where my dreams transported me.
Since my body defeated my mind, I just continued taking a good bath. My thoughts hovered: Take an extended day-off today? Text the boss to modify my shift? Be erased in space? Be dead? Etc…
Valentina
She was born on Heart’s day ♥, when flowers’ price suddenly skyrocket and lovers culminate the day in the evening in an over-advertised room packages good for the night only. I met her in high school and we got accustomed and close (together with her doll-styled backpack) when we became classmates in 3rd year and seatmates in 4th year.
She was a good student, a nice friend, a hilarious company – we laugh until we ran out of breath! But we would not run out of true and false fiction stories to share, and one of the many things she exposed was about her real name, which later became the center of our laughs. We thought she was just joking, so we continued teasing her with her real name until our comedies would become brouhaha to her.
She soon showed me her birth certificate that reveals her real identity. She seemed unhappy, no matter how I told her that her name is a classic and unique. I also told her that it is very expensive to change names and a hassle to use back the original ones when altering school records and diplomas – a case happened to my sister’s.
My! Whatever she is named, she should be, at least, proud of it. According to Wikipedia, Valentina is “an Italian and Slavic feminine name.” But maybe she just doesn’t want to be among the most successful people (a fashion designer, model, musician, singer, wrestler, and fencer) bearing that name.
Well, I can’t blame her for hating that. She did not choose to be baptized with that name in the first place.
