I feel a tiny bit disoriented. I spent the past hour staring at I what I wrote yesterday trying to remember my exact line of thought before my sister cut in to check her messages. So much for that...
I've recently recovered from another bout of illness. I was sick free for about fifteen days when I got another fever and cough. If I get the cough anytime soon I'm officially calling it a relationship. I'm sick of being sick.
The silly coincidence is I was at the hospital before I got sick. Getting sick so often makes me think of trying to think more of my health. Think, because I'm pretty stubborn so the actually-doing-something-about-it part is going to need a bit more work.
So in the spirit of trying to be more mindful of my health I went to the hospital to have moles checked out. As usual there were plenty of pregnant women in the lines to get processed. There was this old guy in line with us, tall, medium-built, who was making really loud commentary on everything. We were in a long line that was cut by the weird layout of the waiting area so one of the nurses instructs the people in the second part of the line to watch out for people trying to cut in the first part of the line then loud guy says,
I stood outside the dermatologists' door and as the door swung open, my goodness! The lady doctors stood there looking really pretty. Nahiya naman ako! But come to think of it, if I can come out of this looking like that why not? Hahaha!
The doctor assigned to me was a petite chinita. I was looking at her and marvelling at how great her skin was and I thought, 'Why can't I be this pretty?' It was so frustrating. Getting to look just as good would be like climbing a mountain at this point because I haven't been taking care of myself as I should. It would take time, it would take money, it would be tedious, it would be bloody. As she started talking to me about my concerns I noticed that she had a light, easy personality and I thought, 'Why can't I be this nice?'
...
Scratch that. Let's do something about the pretty.
She examines me and she notices the brown spots on my stomach. I've had these spots since I was kid and I never thought they'd ever go away. The doctor pointed at them and said, 'This doesn't bother you?' And hope swelled in my heart and I said, 'Can it be removed?' And she said, 'No.' I got heartbroken in a second. *Sigh.*
The doctors took a look at my face and said something about exposure to the sun. When I was very young I stupidly thought that people who freakishly avoided sunlight were just fussy. I'm now paying for all those years when I shunned sunblock and boldly faced the sun.
It turned out that my moles were just that and were nothing to be concerned about. I got a prescription for a Tretinoin which I haven't bought yet. And was told to use mild soap and sunblock, and something about it and the word sensitive. I didn't hear correctly because it cracked me up inside. I look like a freaking mountain troll- sensitive and me don't match.
I've recently recovered from another bout of illness. I was sick free for about fifteen days when I got another fever and cough. If I get the cough anytime soon I'm officially calling it a relationship. I'm sick of being sick.
The silly coincidence is I was at the hospital before I got sick. Getting sick so often makes me think of trying to think more of my health. Think, because I'm pretty stubborn so the actually-doing-something-about-it part is going to need a bit more work.
So in the spirit of trying to be more mindful of my health I went to the hospital to have moles checked out. As usual there were plenty of pregnant women in the lines to get processed. There was this old guy in line with us, tall, medium-built, who was making really loud commentary on everything. We were in a long line that was cut by the weird layout of the waiting area so one of the nurses instructs the people in the second part of the line to watch out for people trying to cut in the first part of the line then loud guy says,
Pag sumingit tadyakan mo!I was thinking, 'Haven't you noticed they're pregnant?' And as though he read my thoughts, moments later he said,
Yung mga trese anyos sa lugar namin hindi matuto. Turuan mong mag walis, hindi matuto. Turuan mong magluto, hindi matuto. Pero hindi mo naman tinuruang gumawa ng bata, ngayon buntis.Hahaha!
I stood outside the dermatologists' door and as the door swung open, my goodness! The lady doctors stood there looking really pretty. Nahiya naman ako! But come to think of it, if I can come out of this looking like that why not? Hahaha!
The doctor assigned to me was a petite chinita. I was looking at her and marvelling at how great her skin was and I thought, 'Why can't I be this pretty?' It was so frustrating. Getting to look just as good would be like climbing a mountain at this point because I haven't been taking care of myself as I should. It would take time, it would take money, it would be tedious, it would be bloody. As she started talking to me about my concerns I noticed that she had a light, easy personality and I thought, 'Why can't I be this nice?'
...
Scratch that. Let's do something about the pretty.
She examines me and she notices the brown spots on my stomach. I've had these spots since I was kid and I never thought they'd ever go away. The doctor pointed at them and said, 'This doesn't bother you?' And hope swelled in my heart and I said, 'Can it be removed?' And she said, 'No.' I got heartbroken in a second. *Sigh.*
The doctors took a look at my face and said something about exposure to the sun. When I was very young I stupidly thought that people who freakishly avoided sunlight were just fussy. I'm now paying for all those years when I shunned sunblock and boldly faced the sun.
It turned out that my moles were just that and were nothing to be concerned about. I got a prescription for a Tretinoin which I haven't bought yet. And was told to use mild soap and sunblock, and something about it and the word sensitive. I didn't hear correctly because it cracked me up inside. I look like a freaking mountain troll- sensitive and me don't match.
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